



Angel of BlissTwas after an exhausting day,
she sleeps in peace and comfort.
Done are the day's duties...
done are the day's challenges.
She need not worry about dismay.
She need not worry about distress.
She has someone to refresh her soul.
She has the Angel of Bliss.
Every night, her angel appears.
Every night, she has a friend.
Every night, the angel comes to say
that she is forever protected in her wings.
She appears before her eyes
with bright white wings,
with a bright radiant smile,
with an assuring soft voice.
Her wings, so beautiful and bright,
radiating blissful white with a touch of gold.
They appear so soft, so secure,
so pea

I don't even know...I don't know you
You don't know me.
Please, stay away from
This empty shell I've become.
Promise me this once
When they ask
Tell them
You never loved me
I never loved you.
Please don't follow me into this empty cavern
Evil lurks in here
Only death will come into your soul.
Please, don't love me
Just stay away.
I don't know you
You don't know me
Promise me this once
That you won't tell the truth.
You don't know me
I don't know me.
Please, just leave me
Here to die alone.
I don't know you
You don't know me
Promise me this once
Tell them I'm alone...
Please.
Why are you still here?
Please let me go.
Let me free

Witness: Fire From the AschPOV of a 14 year old mill girl who works at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory where she spends more than 12 hours at a time sewing shirtwaists for a low wage.
It's late afternoon.
Work's almost done.
I am shutting off my sewing machine,
when I hear the cry.
Fire!
It's repeated several times.
I see the blaze,
it's on the other end of the floor.
Chaos erupts.
We all rush for the doors.
I reach them first.
They are locked.
I can feel the heat
from the flames.
I start sweating.
My hair sticks to the back of my neck.
I can't breathe.
Coughing, I fall to my knees.
I feel a draft of cold, clean air.
I crawl towards it.
That air is my beacon of hope.
My skin is getting burned.
I can feel the pain as the flames lick at it,
turning it black.
I'm only 14.
It's too early for me to die.
But, I know deep in my heart
I won't survive to see tomorrow.
I find the source of the draft.
It's an open window.
I see other girls jump to their death,

Winter's ReunionSarah William’s eyes were shinning beautifully as she looked down at the flickering candlelight. All around her were the smiling faces of her friends and family suspended like masks against the shadows that danced playfully around them. They all waited in silent admiration, gazing upon this beautiful young woman that she had become. Sarah closed her eyes. She knew what her wish would be, she had wished for the same thing on her birthday last year, and every other time the opportunity had arose. But all those times before, these words never had been answered. And though logic was against her, and whispered that her wishing was all for no

Things we needFriends and family,
People who are close to me
And to whom I can commit
I've got to have it
My first kiss,
A much imagined bliss
The two of us will never split
I really want it
Love and laughter,
Wonderful now and hereafter
A joy that everyone must admit
We can't live without it
Nothing Lasts ForeverI stare at your blank face
What did I do wrong?
I loved you
you loved me back
But somehow, it failed.
I yearn to see the joy
The laughter
The happiness
But now, all I see is sorrow.
Is it me,
Or does nothing last forever?

Quest to find the Golden LLamaThe quest to find the golden llama.
One day, an average llama named Sam went on the hunt to find the golden llama. Sam had recently heard about the mystical llama from rumours sparked in the heart of her village - Llama Ville. Many didn't believe that the golden llama was real, but a large amount of llamas did exactly what Sam was going to do - go on the hunt to find it.
The Llama was rumoured to be on the far side of the isle in a dark cave, taken prisoner by an evil wizard llama named... Well nobody knew his real name, he was only known as the Keeper of the Golden Llama. Anywho, back to Llama Ville.
Sam didn't really have a starting pla

Pokeumans Chapter 1I am a powerful Lucario, battling against another trainer's Steelix in the field with my trainer.
"Steelix," commands his trainer, "Use Flamethrower!"
Steelix spits out a stream of hot fire. I don't need my trainer's command to dodge it perfectly.
"Nice job Lucario! Now use Aura Sphere!"
I gather my energy, focus it into a ball and hurl it at my opponent. There's no chance of escape. Their efforts are futile. The sphere makes impact and "Brandon! Get up or you'll be late for school!"
"Ughhaaa what?" My dad woke me up and I was back in my room, and it was 6:30 am. "Oh man, it was just another stupid dream." I yawned, climbed o

Genre Switch - Writing Guide: ProtagonistsWell, this is going to be a little guide to writing a good story!
Before we start, I'll list off what I'm going to cover, in the order I'm doing it in. I'm doing it in the same order I might write a story in, but really, it's meant as a series of short guides. Read 'em all, or just look at the ones that might help you to write.
1. Deciding what genre your story will be in this was covered in prior Genre Switches, and I have demonstrated, or at least talked about, each of the genres on that list.
2. Protagonist their nature, ways to make the audience want to take their side, ideas to make them stand out from all th

LointainListen carefully, for I am plucking spider-web harp strings in the light of your glistening, rain-sodden breath. There is such beauty in this city, and in symphony, you seeso keep rhythm with these skeleton trees dancing on street sides, winter branches quivering. Can you hear the beat of your heart? Its cadence is being matched by that of the shadows, ephemeral figures waltzing hand-in-hand across cobblestones and twirling at the very cusp of the lamp posts' soft glow...
Sway now, my dearest, to the allure of this chorus in the night; to the echoing sound of this moonlit sona

Lion HeartIt is building up deep within her fragile body like a heaving monsoon forming over the dry, cracked, heavy heat of an African savannah; an unforgiving and all-consuming storm desperately willing to drown out its less than fleeting welcome. Flickering with ceaseless coils of skin-searing energy like a grey-faced fugitive's adrenaline stricken heartbeat, it is not a bringer of life, but a threat to itand even the most reckless are hardwired to take flight in the face of such a colossal and uncompromising foe.
Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted

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