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Prisoner of Love
Boy meets girl. They become friends then find out they like each other. Then fall in love. Date for a while. Get married and have kids. Grow old and die together. Typical romantic structure right? Not for me, just not this time. No one can get their fairytale ending. Still, the way he looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes that when the sunlight hit them just right, it could light up a room. His smile can make any gray cloud zoom away any time, any day. When I am close, I forget to breath and my heart beats like a humming birds wings. His voice as he says good night or I love you, sends a tingling sensation from the top of my neck down to my little toes. The way he sleeps on my lap after a long day and I can feel his chest moving up and down as he inhales and exhales. It makes me feel so comfortable. How I fit so perfectly into his arms every time he holds me and I never want him to let go. And no matter what we are doing I can't help but smile. When he's close to
Nightmare pt 2A week went by and she had the same dream over and over and over again. Raven was really worried about Melody. Melody hasnt slept in a whole week, she looked a mess. Raven tried to make her eat, nothing. Then she tried to take her out away from home or school, nothing. Raven was determined to help her, so she decided to sleep over to see what she can do or what happens when she falls asleep. Alright Mels, Im going to sleep here on the floor while you sleep on your bed and I will watch after you Raven set up her sleeping bag on the floor. The Mels sat up on her bed and watched her. Ray, you dont have to do this. This doesnt concern you. Raven turned around in anger. Concern me, my friend hasnt had a wink of sleep and she looks like death every day. Yes this does concern me very. Mels turned off the light, wait... turn the lights back on! Mels turned it back on. Why ray? Because I have to
nightmare pt 1Running, Screaming, Killing, Blood. She ran and ran and couldnt stop. The moon illuminated the night sky. The chill from the air flowed down her spine as water ran through a lonely creek. Is he still there? She asked herself. I cant see him? O God please help me, anyone please help me! She looked all around her, no one she could call out too because they were all dead. She finally stopped to catch her breath. Her Heart was beating so hard she could hear it drumming in her ears. Then she grabbed her knees and put her head down. He must be gone...there is no one left she said under her breath. Then suddenly she jerked her head upward and there, a dark figure stood before her with a cowboy looking hat and a long black trench coat. The shadowy figure stepped closer with his black and heavy boots. He opened his mouth to say something and Ding Ding wake up Rydale! she was so startled she almost jumped out of bed. That drea
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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