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She Just Wept 'Til Her Eyes Became Sore...[Lacie; Warning - Suggestive themes]

January 16, 2011 - 2:58am — OokamiAzura

....I knew who she was, but I don't anymore.

Inspired by the combination of these two songs, from Surrender's blog.

There were many things she wanted to confess.

She wanted to confess to feeling alone, even when others sat beside her; she felt like she was trapped in a glass jar, and everyone else was on the outside, playing, living their lives. She'd call to them, reach for them, but she would be ignored, a too old doll tossed aside for something new and exciting.

She wanted to confess to being so jealous, so possessive over certain others; her heart burned when she felt rejected, and she'd often find herself moving away from the source of it - only to sometime return, herself being unable to fully remain cross with anyone she cared about, and if that didn't beat all. She felt like a slave in these times, tied to her master even when she wanted nothing to do with them. She couldn't stand sitting on the sidelines, watching her friends mingle with each other like brothers and sisters, while she had to say on the sidelines for one ridiculous reason or another.

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Purple flowers and fluttering butterflies [RP?]

January 15, 2011 - 5:11am — Bayleen

(I don't care who replies XD Just join in! ^^)

Mariposa woke very early, one forest morning. She had fallen asleep in a patch of purple flowers, where she usually is always found. A butterfly interrupted her slumber as it landed on her cheek.

Mariposa jerked her head up in surprise and saw the butterfly fly away. She looked up and observed the butterflies fluttering all around her with a smile. Mari had always been fascinated how a butterfly could flit through the air, being with the air. Careful not to get in the way of the butterflies' paths, she got to her hooves. There were so many that scattered all around her! So many... Mariposa continued to watch them, getting dizzy from their circles and up-and-down pathways.

Then, Mariposa looked to the sky and was surprised to see that she had woke up oddly early than she normally would. The sun was barely shining through the trees and hills of The Endless Forest. Little flecks of pink and orange sprouted throug the sky, though was still dominated by the remaining shades of light blue.

Mariposa was going to go back to sleep, but decided against it because she was already wide away. With a yawn and a backward glance, the gentle doe trotted away from the purple flowers and the fluttering butterflies that she loved and treasured oh-so dearly.

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Something staring.. -RP come join-

January 15, 2011 - 2:09am — Splintered

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'It's not all doom and gloom...'

January 15, 2011 - 1:14am — CalmlyBree

Picture this:
A women,
A child,
The smell of baby,
A scientist to thank,
A doctor,
No hearing,
And new technology.
The child is deaf and was born not long ago, Ten days to be exact.
It's never heard the mothers voice and suddenly the words, 'Here we go' builds the insane amount of tension for every-one; Viewers and all. After those words from one others came from another 'It should be working.' The mother says 'Hello?' and The child's attention is on her. The newly born human smiles and eyes sparkle like some rare crystal found from a newly made cave. It seemed so unreal although no one could obviously hear what the child's thinking/ Trying to say or even hearing, (If it was even hearing anything) but the sudden attention it gave to it's mother was astonishing. ♥

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"The Final Howling" (Prose)

January 14, 2011 - 9:26am — Graveyard

Below the Cut is CSS and the Story of How Amadalia came to enter the Forest.
- You are free to Interact with Amadalia on this Thread if you Desire

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"The Final Howling" You Are Here * || "All For What" || "His Blood Runs Thin..."

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A Bare Tree (Poem repost)

January 13, 2011 - 3:44pm — quadraptor

I wrote this for Serendipity as a gift for this post of hers, but I wanted to share it with everyone so here ya go.

A bare tree sits alone, her roots covered in snow.
The winter has stripped her of the leaves that hid what she was for the rest of the year.
But as she sighs and dreams of better days,
A cardinal, a robin, a blue jay, and other birds come and sit upon her branches.
And they sing and dance, joyous of the safety and comfort the tree gives them.
The birds in return make the tree beautiful during the winter.
But she was beautiful already, and had nothing to hide.
Beauty can often be overlooked or masked,
but true beauty is expressed with the kindness and generosity of our hearts

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A start of something new....

January 13, 2011 - 6:30am — Marilasd

Hello everyone, this blog was just made because I had decided to pick up a pencil
and paper. I hope you all like it, it's just of my thoughts at the time, and my inspiration
was the song, " Firework" by Katy perry. I guess this will be the intro. of my new book
I'm working on.

Please please please comment. Thank you!!!

As I feel a sudden chilly, evil breeze brush against my neck, I could sense what was
coming. Nothing as I ever imagined, a fate worse than death, slowly encircling me,
wrapping me into it- and consuming me. Even though it is dark and I can see nothing,
I close my eyes. What else can I do? Watch this terrible fate seal itself upon me? No. I
have to face this sooner or later, so I want to hurry the process. Yet, even though it has
been but a few moments, they seem to last lifetimes. Then, with it's icy fingers, it put me
within it's grasp, slowly crushing out all good. But wait! What is that? Slowly, a hard warmth
was growing from the center of me. Then it hit me, hard and thoroughly, with it's plain
and obviousness- rage. Anger. Slowly, and then suddenly, it grew. The thing I had once
feared as my fate, quickly let it's grasp completely go of me, and as I grew stronger with
rage, then courageousness, then hope, it shriveled away. It then began cowering at the good I
have brought out of it's most terrible grip. Then, the light grew stronger, and brighter.
It races towards me, eager to meet my consciousness. Then, when I think all worse is over,
everything goes blank.

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Prologue.

January 12, 2011 - 10:06pm — OkamiLugia

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With no explosions and no surprises...

January 12, 2011 - 3:05am — Darling

So warm, so very very warm, my chin on your shoulders, at your belly, on your knees, over your back. To explore you with my lips, my whiskers, my nose. The smell of you, the very aura of your existence, I relish it- it is my nectar.

I inhale, and my following breath parts your fur like a stone entering a pool, and for a moment I can see the pale of your skin. It's smoothness is alien to me, but I love the sight of it. I exhale again, only to breath in your scent, again, nudging myself closer- ever-ever closer.

I can't be close enough..

It's never enough..

I want to suffocate myself in you. I crave impossible intimacy, I want to enter you, breath in you, thrive in you- it's never enough. You think it too much, but it is never, ever enough.

My mouth finds your chin, your jaw. Supple, tender reminders left there, tokens of adoration. I can't reach your ears.. but oh, how I wish I could whisper things into them, tell you over and over how much you mean to me, over and over, until I can't breathe another word.

You smile, and ah! I would think my very spirit lifted from my body in delight. I capture it in my mind, replay it a million times over. How it pleases me, how knowing I could make such a think happen carries my heart.

My heart..

Oh, my heart. If only I could tell you how much it is yours.

How you stand before all others.

How I would bend the world for you.

How I would break my self for you.

How I break my heart for you.

My nostrils fill with your scent, again, nose pressed affectionately so to the broad of your neck. I can close my eyes, and you are all that exists to me, now.. all that exists.

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The snow has fallen (poem)

January 11, 2011 - 6:39pm — quadraptor

On this day
The snow has fallen
The land has been blanketed
I walk through it, leaving my trail
I see the tree limbs hold small mounds
And watch the birds stare back at me there
And for a moment, I thought I caught a glimpse
Thinking I saw you walking in the distance
And I suddenly feel your warmth flow
You left for me a trail of hoofprints
And I follow it willingly to you
The snow has fallen
For us two

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