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Cherry PoppedFrom her Louis Vuitton knock-off,Cherry Popped by ~TheLunaLily
the wife pulled a gun,
she fired three shots
and popped Cherry with one.
She was hit in the heart
and she bled Unchained Melody
and scarlet love letters spilled
onto the floor.
Her vision was fading,
she knew she was dying,
and as she was falling
he ran to catch her
before she fell to the floor.
Cherry smiled, she had won.
This was all she had wanted,
to be in his arms
at the fade to black.
When all the pages were read
and the last word was said,
this was all she had wanted,
to be in his arms at The End
of her fairy tale.
Techno DivingI dive, breathing in revivalTechno Diving by =Amriah
If this is light, I'm eclipsed
By the continuing beat and wish
Such radiance existed in all corners
Of reality
The Art of FishI. To not knowThe Art of Fish by ~Spirit-Princess
It was light when she returned, body aching and soul wet with the bloodiness of man, and Adrianna was already gone (probably already working, dedicated girl that she was.)
Breakfast was a paltry affair, but she was starving after an early dinner the night before, and so she almost devoured the stale bread and the almost-mouldy fromage that was left from yesterday morning. The flow of customers was unusually diminué, and so she was left free to exit the building, to leave and wander the streets as she pleased (with a stern warning to return by noon, or not at all.)
Most times, propelled
LapsedOh Mary,Lapsed by ~TheLunaLily
with your lips pressed tight,
a thin red line
on your face of white.
It is clear
that you have nothing to say to me.
And your arms are down at your sides,
with your hands spread out wide,
in a gesture
to tell me
I am on my own tonight.
Ave Maria,
I counted beads for you.
Do you hear me crying?
The dark is overwhelming.
Ever-silent Mary,
put me to sleep or kill me.
I sang Aves for you.
I raised my voice in hallelujahs
for you.
Mary,
they say
you take pity
on people like me.
So I clutch beads and sing Ave's,
but you never sing for me
in the dark when I need you.
Are these just beads after all?
Cheap and wo
Thick As Thieves - Pt. 1"You said you're a… what?"Thick As Thieves - Pt. 1 by *WriterOfStuff
"Philanthropist. The founder of a small society dedicated to preserving vampire culture. I was hoping for a few moments of your time, Lord Tobias."
He slipped a hand into the pocket of his black, wool blazer and produced a business card. The vampire seated at the desk – the aforementioned Most Honorable Tobias, Marquis of the French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana – accepted the small, rectangular piece of card stock and studied it. "Jackson Phillips," he said, reading the raised lettering on the front. His eyes shifted up to Jackson. "The Banks Foundation of the Vampire Arts?"
"Yes, Helen Banks."
The Agreement -Part 1- Surveying the brightly lit stage from the balcony of the school auditorium, Sierra fought a creeping sense of nausea. She hated this part of rehearsal. This was the fourth day in row she'd been forced to watch the guy of her dreams practice a kissing scene with the girl of her nightmares. She wanted nothing more than to put the image out of her mind and run until her legs gave out. But there were two problems with that: One being that she had no claim to Justin Young – in truth, he barely knew she existed. The other problem being, it was her job to run the spotlight. And so she remained at her post, anThe Agreement -Part 1- by ~Hedge-of-Thorns
NjosnavelinAll words have fled your mind, yet thoughts tear it asunder.Njosnavelin by ~Filiuk
The white sheet in front of you is like a gaze, bright with blame.
You want to write, but the pen refuses its paper.
You search for the syllables that abducted your letters,
But get lost in the void.
You try to push your senses, but all you see
Is the texture of frigid pages,
Fleeing the impotent ink above them.
And it's not the deepness,
The agony or fragility that hinders you:
It's you. You are empty, mute without a muse.
No seraph will come to your aid.
You have only mediocre things to say
And mediocre audiences to please.
You are no gifted writer,
No ch
Beta Reading TutorialBeta Reading Tutorial by `thorns
What is a Beta Reader?Apart from being a writer's best friend, beta readers provide a cross between edits and a critique. A beta reader does not edit a manuscript, but will note the errors for the author to fix. Advice and critiques are other services a beta may perform.
Establishing a RelationshipYou've just partnered with an author; what do you do first? Establish with your author what each of you expects from the relationship. A solid understanding of expectations starts the partnership on a productive path and avoids misunderstandings.Time Expectations
Is the author expecting a 24 hour turn around, while you're thinking a week? If not
Love Me, Not A LabelLove me for all my labels except one,Love Me, Not A Label by *lackofevolution
Appreciated and hold tightly the deflecting lung,
Look at me from a different side,
Cross my boundaries with nothing to hide,
Speak to me with a meaning behind each word,
Ignoring the link, members of the same herd,
Smell the sent, please don't forget,
The blurred meaning of the word; protect,
Ignore me, the approaching season,
Just don't always use the same reason,
Hold me, forget the gap between my birth and your tomb,
You can push me away, just not when another enters my room,
Support me, provide more information then text,
Help me draw a line between abuse and sex,
Forget me, leave centr
Sta.sh
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