Untitled Collaboration-Part 1The sun peaked above the cold, distant mountains as morning came. Birds chirped, trees swayed, and the wind blew calmly. She sat, her face burrowed into her frail legs, the fear of him exasperating; this was the only time he could hear her. Light grasped tightly around her ankles, attaching itself to her thoughts. “Hi ..."Untitled Collaboration-Part 1
The greeting came out paused and reserved, the mere effort of speaking causing her to shiver. The only answer was the wind blowing amidst the trees. She raised her slight head, her pale strawberry hair pooling around her shoulders.
"Aren't you glad to see me?" &nb
Coffee and Withered IrisesHis breath rose through the quiet morning air, grasping at his slightly parted lips. Looking up at the tall buildings he sucked it back in, closing his eyes momentarily. He mulled over his choices, but decided it was for the best. He trudged up the concrete stairs to the coffee shop, placing a shaking hand to the metallic door. Whether or not she would be there was his biggest concern, as he felt the warmth of the shop press against his near-frozen cheeks. But sure enough she sat in her usual spot by the roaring fire, morose and godlike as ever. Stepping lithely across the wooden floor, he slid himself into the shabby leather armchair besideCoffee and Withered Irises
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Last.fm // Resources
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For Writers: Resource Central: Part One | Resource Central: Part Two
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It's epic.
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Blood will stain my hands, sharpening my senses on the outside.
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Blood will stain my hands, sharpening my senses on the outside.
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It's epic.
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It's epic.
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