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Vincent's LetterVincent sits down on the corner of his bed, manila envelope still in hand. He sits and stares at it for a moment, trying to contemplate opening it or not. In his head, he is likening to situation to the Matrix, in which he can either swallow the red pill or the blue pill, and making that tough choice right there in the middle of his bedroom. While the temptation is there to push off the envelope; to leave it alone and go on with his life, Vincent is also curious as to what is inside. After several minutes of pondering, he finally decides to open the envelope. As he opens the folder, and sVincent's Letter
by ~halfangelrisesagain
Untitled: Kitchen War? 1"The war took forever. Many of my fellow soldiers died trying to defend our territory. It all started when the grand emperor Gallicam was assassinated by a couple of rogue bashos; who had a grudge against their leader, and would have been better off on their own. The war began the next day. The fighting within the first few weeks was light, with very few shots fired. The two sides had started to gather their forces together, with legions upon legions of different races gathering arms and bodies in order to take on the other."Untitled: Kitchen War? 1
"Grandpa, what about the distance between here and there?" &n
by ~halfangelrisesagain
::+Staring Through Mirrors+::Shaoyin returns back to the mirror in which Vincent has finally waken up, and he looks straight into Vincent's eyes. Vincent knows that he can't look away, and that he notices that Shaoyin's eyes keep trying to tell him "why are you still trying to go after her". Vincent can only shrug, leaving Shaoyin to sigh and set down the last envelope down on the mirror's shelf, then disappear into the mirror. Shaoyin knows that there is going to be no clear answer to be found within Vincent's head, but maybe handing over his invitation might be just what he needs.::+Staring Through Mirrors+::
Vincent looks at the envelope with a little
by ~halfangelrisesagain
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The Heart Unseen"Just shut up," I mutter beneath my breath, voice fading into the backdrop of the whispers trailing my every step. Five minutes after the fact and the entire cafeteria is already buzzing. I contemplate diving into my mashed potatoes as I slide, crimson-cheeked, into my seat and heave a sigh. I rub my bruising knee and sweep my hair aside, ignoring the sneers about my tumble down the stairs as they're flung back and forth across the room.The Heart Unseen
"She's doing it again." He slides his tray into place across the table, eyes resigned to angry depression as he recaps yet another grisly argument. They're fighti
by ~TwilightPoetess
White WallsNot this time I won’t take down your pictures and pretend that makes it hurt a little less I won’t delete your comments, or your messages, pretending they were never there at all I won’t forget your smile or the way you held my hand I won’t forget your kisses after stealing candy canes from my tree I won’t forget all the words you ever said to me, even if you never meant one of themWhite Walls
I can’t erase you from my life and act like that makes everything ok It doesn’t It doesn’t fill this empty space you used to fill It won’t fill my stomach bef
by ~darkangel4lyfe
Fallen AngelCrying tears cried past, present, future, coursing down her cheeks, pain, pain of the whole world, resting on her shoulders and deep inside her torn heart forced to be a mortal to endure all their pain their pleasure they're sadness thier glory her life torn apart by unseen hands no more love for her though for others, her love was much, a broken life, like running through a forest trying to stay hidden but the branches are thin to stay unseen you must go deeper and then, then there is no turning back and you have goneFallen Angel
by ~Emiri-Fox
Come backI take it back Come back Come back Don't leave meCome back
I didn't realize what we had Till now we become strangers
You're my breath of life The air I take in Without you, I'm, I'm nothing
Please come back And let us go back to the way things were I yearn for those days More than ever now
Since we don't speak as much at present I crave your company I'm desperate for your voice Dying to read your message
Please come back to me You have hurt me yes,
But I'm not mad, i don't hate you I understand &nb
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