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RoswellIts funny, how you remember the little things that happened before emotional trauma set in. So coincidental that she should remember the sign more than anything else.
Doctor Ellen Jaiver watched the road flying past her in disbelief. The Jeep she rode in back of had long ago passed the go no further, trespassers will be shot signs, and she was surprised that they hadnt held true thus far. The last twenty-four hours had been nothing if not hectic. Only yesterday she had been peacefully reading at her home in Phoenix, Arizona when Uncle Sam had called up and informed her that a plane was waiting for her at the nearest airport. After around an hour of air travel and an even longer period of driving, well here she was. The Jeep screeched to a halt, and Ellen was nearly thrown out of her seat. Her nondescript driver was talking to one of the many members of government brass outside, both of their faces bland and without emotion. A few seconds of what was wither
Hopeless- Lyam IntroDusk. The time when many lives are put to temporary rest and others consummate their eternal graves for the thousandth time. Fancy words for a creature not so elegant. Bram Stoker fashioned vampires into an undefeatable race of un-dead that drank blood and laughed in the face of mortality. In reality, not all of this kind were so.
Sir Stoker, it seemed, missed a few of the darker parts when it came to vampirism. For instance, the emotional trauma of being bitten the first time and being left alone to cope with your new self.
Unlike certain books may state, the cure is false. There is no cure for the vampiric, save for the temporary release that the afflicted find in the blood of their victims.
That night, one certain vampire could find no solace in feeding. The dead girl before him comforted him not in the least. The blood-soaked sheet, the soft sound of red fluid dripping to the wooden floor it was nothing. The rain against the girls window could not drown out that m
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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