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Their meeting was one of coincidence, their courtship one of uncertainty, and their engagement one of marked misgivings. He knew little about her, but could not deny that he loved her. When they wed, he promised to take her to the lake everyday; they would build a house beside it, and then she would never have to part from it again. She missed her family at times, but was an ideal wife and, when their children grew, they played always in the lake and grew to love it as she did. Of course, they took after her in more ways than just one. Pale hair, pale eyes, pale skin, they were all hers, and their appearances only hinted at something more, as

She looked at him, a tear forming in the cool colours of her left eye, trickling down one transparent cheek only moments later. "I'm dead" she said, stating the obvious. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of her finally accepting her fate. "So you are." he confirmed, adjusting his shirt collar in an effort to distract himself from the situation, was he going mad? He attempted to block out the sight of her coffin riding on the shoulders of her brothers only hours before. But now she looked so real to him, perhaps more alive than she ever had, and he realised how deeply he really had loved her, though never professing it en

"Oh fuck." she said, jamming her two cents into our conversation. I tried to ignore her, shoving them back, unwanted as they were. "You didn't just say that." I looked at her appalled. "In fact, I did." was my retort, bitter in the moonlight she radiated. Fuck off, was what I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue before it decided it was more bold-hearted than its owner. She gave me a look her eyes were surely unhappy with, because they shut and looked away before her mouth became motivated enough to speak again. I wanted to take your hand and drag you towards our home, our bed; but my hand dared not stir from my side, the other paired its

we ponder at the stars and constellations and puzzle over things that haven't happened yet lying on our backs, allowing our fire-hearts to scorch our lungs and quench our thirst for poetry as we spew the few verses we've memorised together at each others' jaw lines; I want to open your eyes to the fact that our breath is burning my precious moon and you want to stun me with the facts you learned from book-keeping; the sun hasn't shined on us together like this since we first met and I wonder how you've managed to smile exactly the same smile everyday since; the stars I once thought so precious in the sky have found a new hom

she lifted that part of her composure that showed the world that she was his and he almost smiled, knowing her intent she was in a desperate condition, kissing his lips as drops of honey in speech-form trickled ever-softly from them she wanted to be sure not to miss a single one he sighed, petals fluttering past his teeth like bubbles in a breeze and her sweet-nothings on the tide of his eternity she watched as he closed his feather-lidded eyes, they were golden under all that tough exterior, she knew and she tried, tragically, to seduce that side of him, touching the soft places in his heart with her own and wonderi

tomorrow I think I'll listen to the flowers; I'll take off my shoes and go for a walk in the country where the stars shine while the sun's still out, or so I'm told. I'll watch the water weave tales into the air and the birds memorise and then recite I'll watch it all play out and maybe I'll write a bit of it down, just so I can remember them tomorrow and one day I'll find my notes and say "now I recall where I left them" and "how I miss those people and those times and that place" the moon will wave to me as I pass by and I'll kiss her on the cheek for all those dark nights when she was there for me and I didn't even notice; all those romanc

Once there was a king who lived in a golden palace with his new bride. The queen was most beautiful and she expected everything she gazed upon to be the same, taking displeasure at anything which did not meet her standards - though little did. One day as they walked, her hand draped over his in the most formal fashion - for she thought of every occasion as a formal occasion, she spotted something just down the hill from the palace - it was a tower of some sort. The palace, upon first seeing it, had pleased her greatly, but this was not the same. The tower, old and faded, stood in ruins at the foot of the hill upon which they lived. She drew b

I closed my eyes and pressed a hand against the wound on my forehead, feeling too weak to get up. My head was spinning and I felt dizzy, but I could remember everything. It was etched in my memory and it would be there forever, I couldn’t believe what had happened... The doors opened suddenly; I whirled in place, blinking my eyes as the world spun. I fell to my knees, hands barely catching me before I hit the floor. It took me a moment to gain enough energy to stare at her, the one who had done this to me. “Well, you’re awake then.” Was all she said, closing the door behind her as she entered the small chamber. Which was

“Black or blue?” She asked me. She always started each day with a question. “Why, and for what?” I asked in turn, I don’t like to give straight answers. She told me that. I tilted my head as I listened to birds whistling outside. She sighed. I smiled, it was intended for her. She turned in her seat, glancing over her shoulder to look at the cars behind us. “Are we gonna make it on time?” “Maybe…” I told her, never taking my eyes off the road. She looked at me, half of her body still turned towards the back; sometimes she just stared at me like that for hours, or at least it always seemed li