

Timeless Bond: Chapter OneChapter One: We Meet Again, for the First TimeTimeless Bond: Chapter One
Serenity.
Was found under every snow-caked branch of the pine trees around her, above the hardened ice of the frozen lake she frequently stood on, and behind every snowflake which landed on her outstretched hand.
Solace.
Was cleverly hidden in the unforgiving winter wind, which whipped around harshly, and tugged incessantly at her dark, long hair and the worn-out rag she called a scarf.
Loneliness.
Was lingering in every step she took as she trudged alone across the snowy path, and


Caring for Amy Why couldnt she understand? Why?Caring for Amy
Breaking eye contact with Mother, I lowered my daggered stare to the carpeted floor, where It crawled pitifully, making pathetic sounds which vaguely resembled the cry of a swamp monster with a severe case of diarrhea. Mushy remains of the porridge It had for lunch were splattered all over the carpet of royal blue, where It had revoltingly thrown up a moment ago.
Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
Mother, who was about to continue her verbal tir


BirthdaysWhen I was younger, like any other child, I regarded birthdays as the festival of the year. I loved birthdays. It meant I could demand for presents from my parents, it meant cake. It meant special treatment and my favourite food served for meals. I was a child and I was blissful.Birthdays
Then I grew up.
Over the years, it seemed as though the value of my birthday, and birthdays in general, had diminished somewhat. I rarely received birthday presents from my friends as I progressed in secondary school, except for some gifts from a few best friends during one particular year. My own family stopped celebrating my


Ixarria: Eclipse of Wrath Ch.2Chapter Two – Snow SceneIxarria: Eclipse of Wrath Ch.2
Ilyenne was already waiting for Davien when he arrived at the alley he had promised to meet her at, just before morning sun broke through the sky. She was leaning against the rugged brick wall of the building, her eyes closed, as if she had spent the entire night waiting for him and had fallen asleep.
An assassin would always remain an assassin, in whatever he does, Davien noted. Even in her seemingly relaxed position, her right hand was resting on the hilt of her sword, ready to yank out her sword to slice, and her left
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Art Trades are so open.
I only do animals sorry.
I will commish for a subbie!
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Art Trades are so open.
I only do animals sorry.
I will commish for a subbie!
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I'm laughing at your stupidity so don't come near me as it's contagious
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