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      As the rain hit the window        I feel every drop fall    For I am water my body and soul           I am the sea          I am the rivers        I am a raging storm        I am a gentle rain           I am water           That is me

Despair, Sorrow, Night My heart is disappearing Fairies, Angles, Hope

For as I lay in despair As the creatures of light flutter In front of me I feel as if a Raging storm is in my heart as If anew is starting Even though I feel loneliness and Sorrow I will live

Life in Shadows Her name tells how it was with her. The truth is that her school life was full of hurts and she hid her feelings in a dark hallow for she had no friends to help her. All those around her never understood that she was different but she just let the shadows surround her till no one could harm her. All her life the shadows was all she knew till one girl pulled her back into the world of light. They became friends but as she came out of the shadows she never left them for the only one that could reach her was that one girl

Once upon a time there was a cold hearted king who was lonely. After years of being cooped in his huge palace he decided he wanted to find a princess to spend the rest of his days with. He started his search; however, because he was a frightening man with a reputation, many of the young maidens of the kingdoms were terrified to accept any of his invitations. He had his three servants go out find someone but his eldest sister insisted that the maiden she would have to be a real princess. “Why does it matter?” said Ivan looking at her “Because nothing else is good enough for you and I won’t have some commoner in this p

____________________ woke up at about eight to the smell of something delicious. She opened her eyes to see her husband smiling at her. She smiled back at sat up. On the foot of the bed was her favorite breakfast. She grinned at him “Breakfast in bed? What’s the occasion Mattie?” “Today is the first Sunday of May,” he said. “And?” “Today is your very first Mothers’ Day,” she blushed and hid her face. “Matt, I hadn’t had the twins yet!” she said “They’re in your womb and with you, as far as I’m concerned they’re here with you, therefore

__________________ got up and yawned. Matthew was already gone and she had freshened up in the bathroom. Around eleven, she grabbed her keys and head into town. Today was Mothers’ Day and she wasn’t going to miss it. She couldn’t miss it. She couldn’t help but smile as she drove into town. It felt like eternity since she’s been there. Usually she just went directly to the Bakery or anywhere else. She drove down a familiar neighborhood, her neighborhood. She tried to avoid passing down from her house’s side as much as possible but today, it made her feel nostalgic. For years her bad memories clouded the good

The Wolf, aka Lutz was an ex con. He never had enough money to support himself. Ever since he was a kid, he had to fight for everything he needed and owned because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have it. After his father died, he was left alone, shuffled from place to place. He made a lot of bad decisions in his life but the one he regretted for the longest time was taking on a job for a friend of a friend. He was unwittingly transporting illegal drugs across state lines until he was caught and sentenced to five years, especially with his criminal record from his teen years. But he was got out early for good behavior and paroled. Every

________________________’s first gallery opening was a complete success, so much that many of her pieces sold that day and she had two commissions for the marble statues. This prompted her to move someplace with more space. She opened up a gallery shop for artists and right above it was her home and personal studio. Many flocked to it and she was finally getting some steady income. Another big change in her life that she didn’t think she wanted but needed was Lutz. After her first opening, they started officially dating outside of her sculpting him. She tried to pay for being her model. “Nein, keep your money Liebling,̶