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You better not disappoint......your reputation is on the line....
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Okay to be on the safe side I think i'll post a few shorts this time, so theres variety, Hope these are okay, Bloodraynes put me in a spot, she pulled out my best 1 already.
The Storm Lights flicker and shadows dance. A low rumbling draws nearer with each passing minute. A shadowy darkness covers all as the first bitter cold rain drop falls. The howling wind rushes though the dead tree's. Light's flash as the clouds roll in. Thunder echo's though the air. Fire shoots down from the sky in bolts like shinning blades cutting though the trees and soft earth. Streams of water trickle down hill gathering into small pools near the bottom. Rogue You make me feel like a criminal. A rebellious bad seed. A debonair swashbuckler of old, chivalrous and cunning. With blade in hand I dance my way into your heart. I only steal from the rich and give to the poor. I only wear this mask to hide my eyes from those who would apprehend me, but you see through my mask don't you? You see past my whit, my jokes, my laughter. Why do I feel like the rogue when it's you who is the thief? You crept in unnoticed with cat like feet and whispered steps you have stolen my very soul. The king of thieves bested at his own game? Why now in this hour have you invaded the sanctity of my home? In the day? What thief steals in broad day light without the shadow to cloak his escape? What thief would even dare? Ahh you are not a thief at all. I know your face. Your smile. Your touch. You are my lady. There is an issue with my site these are saved on, I can only pull these up for now, hope you like them.
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here's one of my shorts !!
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That's awsome, LOL
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I keep thinking, "I wish these were passages from a book I could buy" :(
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I'll post more soon as I can get to them again, might be a few days though. Thanks so much for the compliments. Let me know if you read the one tittled"My dirty spoon" it was posted here a while back somewhere.
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Heres something happy I wrote a while back. Hope you like.
so many, what to do with them all? Biscuits everywhere. Where did they come from? Not a tea kettle in sight. Why at a time like this? Where do I begin. I can't even think with biscuits covering every inch of my view. Ahhh I discovered a note. She made them for me. She made me biscuits. How wonderful how full of joy and love to know these biscuits are all for me. But still I am slightly sad. No tea for my biscuits? No tea I see. Then a whisper. I turn my head and see her standing bare with nothing but a tea kettle in her grasp. Ahh Tea held by her hand to drink with the beautiful biscuits she had crafted and baked for me alone. Life has never been so surprisingly wonderful when the biscuits are all for me.
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