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attackedHe, anticipating the thick hide of the beast, tightening his hand's grip onthe knife, taunting the dumb creature with hid eyes, asking his tribe's deities for their guidance, cursing the loud beats of his heart, keeping his excitement at bay, expecting the tribe's aceptance after the kill, and deciding his fate at that moment, attacked.
fallI saw her figure, soraing above me, leaving me in awe as her wings flapped across the sunny sky. Watching her, I though the winds were her friends, allies in her journey ofjoy. But then friends can be deceiving, and as a rough breeze caught her off guard and hit her wing hard, I rushed to her rescue - hands outstretched to catch a weight unknown to me. Would she be as light as she seemed - lighter that the air that she so easily soared in?
She fell, right into my arms - so willingly offered to her. Light as a feather, she moved to look at her broken wing and said, "I may never fly again."
"Your wing, will it never heal ?" I asked. "I will always be here to catch you if you might fall."
"It may heal," she replied. "But why will I bother to fly, when I have found one who will walk with me ?". She smiled, and it was then that I realized that she caught my heart.
flashbackMirage awakened from her slumber. She felt Liam’s arm around her as she cuddled closer to him. His warmth reminded her of how much things have changed.
Liam himself has changed. His eyes damaged from an enemy’s spear, he now wore spectacles, which made him look different. With this change came a new Liam, but definitely one who still loved Mirage.
They were together now – Liam and Mirage, safe inside the very house that she and Xymea stayed in on their first night that they spent in that new world that they learned to belong in now. How recent it all seemed as Mirage recalled how it all started – and how it all ended.
Laelia was now gone. Frozen in her own ice, she stands as a cruel reminder of how the great war had ended. A statue filled with woe, her face will remain in pain behind a thick layer of ice. Her Xiro had lost his life earlier than her demise. He was betrayed by his only love, in itself a more excruciating death.
Yshmael, surprisingly and very unfor
girlfriendI like you
But I never knew
That I’d love you this way
Now all I want is for you to stay
I’m sitting beside you
I can see you smile
You’re getting closer
I just don’t want this to be over
It doesn’t feel right
To love you the way I do
But I want you to know
There’s nothing I can do ‘coz I
Can’t stop falling for you
I know you love me too
Trying not to fall too deep
But this feeling I can’t keep
I close my eyes
It gets harder each day
To make this feeling go away
I’m going crazy
When you’re way too close to me
My heart beats too fast
Please make this feeling last
You kiss my cheek
You make me weak
My world stops spinning
And my mind just stops working
And I know I just wanna be with you
I let myself fall harder
I don’t want this feeling to go away
Stare at the clock.
Hands spinning in time,
A mysterious mime.
The sounds seems to mock;
A minute was beckoned,
From fifty-nine and a second.
write!The world is my notebook; its pages blank.
Words fill up its existence - their meanings, frank.
I write with flourish; expression in style,
Ideas are strong - can't sit still for a while.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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