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This is my last word, and I hope that you hear it.
It's the least you could do.
This is the last time; I've finally accepted.
All I say is nothing short of true:
You left a wound so deep, it seems unreal;
I bled so fast, it seemed I had no hope to heal.
It's all that I could do to stay alive
when my heart didn't want to survive.
This is the result when
somebody's soul has been
shredded up to vapors in the air.
Mary Ellen's mind raced. She couldn't make it to the front door, there was no back door, and no windows on the first floor, but for the ceiling of the ballroom. Upstairs, though...
She ran for the western stairs, adrenaline pushing her to go faster as the monster tore through the house looking for her. Up she ran, heels thudding loudly against the wood, John not far behind her. At the landing, she dashed to the first window she saw in the hall. The drop was too far; she might…Continue
Mary Ellen was in love. She gazed up at John in complete adoration as they twirled around the dance floor.
The ceiling, made entirely of glass, framed the stars like diamonds in a pool of ink. Mary Ellen, being one of the few wealthy enough on Earth, owned a home in the new settlement on Mars. Her mansion was on the outskirts of the settlement, almost against the large dome that surrounded all ten miles of the area. It was among the most extravagant of houses, with grand spires…Continue
You came to me upon the fighting field,
from your sheath, your blade revealed;
and long and hard we fought all day,
but at the end 'twas you who lay
battered across the columbine.
And looking down into your face,
despite my dwindling well of grace,
I left you bloody, bruised, and weeping
deciding your life was worth keeping
for memories of when you were mine.