StuffMostly I just feel like updating this journal. I haven't written anything in months, which isn't really all that strange. I have an outlet these days, and I love that. Sooner or later I'll get back in the mood to write something new though, and I'll post it here when I do.
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RaindropsEclipsed forever, In the shadow of the one so tall. Taking their moment to be remembered, Before they miss the beauty of it all.Raindrops
Raindrops falling, Frozen in a flash of light.
by ~shadowlost8
Skipping the RocksThe rock sailed through the air, skipping as it hit the water. One... two... three... four... five... plop...Skipping the Rocks
The boy picked up another rock, feeling the weight in his hands, and in a smooth motion cast it out into the water, the rock skipping as it went, one... two... three... four... five... six... plop.
The boy stood there and looked out at the water. How many more rocks were to be casted out, how many more must he throw.
He looked to where the rocks skipped, and the ripples that moved out from the centre, how the ripples came together from where it skipped
He looked forward to where the
by ~shadowlost8
Justice?Verbally lashed, Unjustly accused.Justice?
The moral high ground is mine.
I did not wrong, I am not to blame. In the end I am the one in the right.
Verbally lashed, Vulgarities thrown.
The mediator falls, having tried only to be the voice of reason.
She had tried to keep it civil, She had tried to stay so fair. In the end she was betrayed, By the boy who laid the blame on me.
Betrayed by he that she was fighting for,
Temper lit, flaring high, burned her wings, now she will cry.
Crying for the po
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The WatcherAn outsider sits on the fringe of the room. He is secluded, detached and alone. He sits there waiting for some day, some distant day, when he will join the crowd. He sits there waiting, as life passes him by.The Watcher
The outsider sits, observing the crowd. He wonders how to join in. He sits, waiting for the perfect moment, his time to shine, Not realizing that by time that moment comes, it will already be too late.
The crowds shuffle back and forth, they change over time. The outsider has long since accepted the life he lives. The solitary life, the life of idle distraction. &n
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Trust Me“John,” he smirked, his eyes alight with mischief. He sat at the edge of the fountain, singing to himself like a fool in his excellent tenor, his fingers incessantly tapping the air in front of him as if he was playing some magnificent grand piano that did not exist on the mortal plain.Trust Me
John thought if he had been dead he would hear how beautifully he played, but at that moment he was laughing so hard because Jan was really getting into his strange performance. He kept rolling his head from side to side, flicking his hand up occasionally with another little grin as if he was playing something snappy and clever. &
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Chapter 3CHAPTER 3Chapter 3
While the unfortunate Mr Kendrick was nailed inside his coffin with the two sleeping sentinels guarding him, Dmitri and Maximilian took a little wander around Manchester to amuse themselves.
It was still fairly dark when they parted ways- for vampires never hunt in packs- but when they met up late in the afternoon the summer sun was pouring down upon the pair as they sat in a beer garden. Dmitri wore his sunglasses at the table, drumming his fingertips upon the surface while Max read the latest reports concerning the doctor still stuck in prison.
“It seems we may need Sarah’s assistan
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Chapter TwoCHAPTER 2Chapter Two
He took a walk to take his mind off things. It rarely worked but it was amazing what some fresh air and some changing surroundings could do for the thought process. His pace was brisk for a man of his age but then he was so caught up in his memories that he unintentionally walked faster. London felt so alive this evening and for a moment he was back in the 1950s. He could almost imagine Jan walking beside him, pointing out something rather odd and making fun of people.
He eventually had to stop because his chest hurt. He couldn’t quite catch his breath and John stood there holding his ribs while he wai
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