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The Sun and MoonThe sun and moon,
They sing a tune,
In the depths of the cold winters night.
Be still my sweet,
For in dreams we shall meet,
Until we both wander in the light.
Spectre latched his porthole for the night, golden brown eyes growing heavy from the endurance his day had brought him. It had been yet another failed attempt of regaining his redemption, and being able to travel into the light to be with his beloved family. Far too long had he been stranded on this forsaken island, and by now, he frankly had witnessed enough.
Climbing into the hammock that had been set up for him to sleep in, Spectre allowed it to sway back and forth beneath his weight, eyes focused on the shifting shadows above him. There was no trace of light within his cabin now that darkness had crept upon the land.
There is no light anywhere, he thought to himself as he rolled over, eyes growing heavy as they closed, encompassing his world in an even greater darkness. <i>
Twilight RoseThe obscured hallways collected only a hint of light from the flickering candles hanging in chandeliers above the blood red carpets. There were no windows located down the corridor, but that didnt stop the howling from the brisk winters wind from entering. Candice could still hear it even as she approached the grand staircase, her heart thumping violently against her chest. She had been awoken from her slumber, yet again, but the haunting memories of her past. Another sleepless night, troubled by the screams of her mother and the face of her familys murderer- Vladimir Drake.
Her bare feet slipped up each of the stairs, windows now being located as she made her way to the next floor, the rain beating against the glass vehemently. There appeared to be less candlelight as she ascended, making the walls shadowed and indistinctive. Taking a single glimpse out of the window, Candice sighed heavily, running her fingers through her short reddish brown hair, before finally tur
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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