BlooCazooIsAfterYou

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The Dreamer by BlooCazooIsAfterYou, literature

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The Dreamer

She tosses, turns; her sleep is restless at best. She's dreaming, gates, cities, people, names, blurry faces. She has no idea who these people are, but she knows she should. They come floating in her consciousness, too far to make out features clearly, but close enough that she can make out genders, indistinct features, like the length of hair, clothes. Some are tall, short, fat, skinny, well built, some look as though they are hundreds of years old, and some are merely children. Then one breaks through the stream of consciousness, she sees him clearly, and the name touches her lips, sweet as candy. Darus. This man whom she loved for years.

Alone by BlooCazooIsAfterYou, literature

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Alone

Alone. Again. You've gone. Left me. Alone. I sit and think how I can stop you, what I can say. What I can do. But nothing will change the fact that you're just going leave. The key will turn in the door, and you'll run from my room, from my arms. Leaving me alone. Your life would be over in anyone found out. You'd lose your friends, your family. Me. Your friends who call you fat and ugly, who say mean things behind your back, who say them to your face. Make you cry. Make you run to my arms, telling me you hate them. Your family who never listen. Who force you to do things you don't want to do. Who tell you you're worthless. Nothing. Stu

The Last Kiss by BlooCazooIsAfterYou, literature

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The Last Kiss

It all pours out, with that last kiss, the love, the pain, the purest bliss. The purest bliss is the taste of your lips, as you place your hands on my hips. The pain is knowing it's the last. Knowing that cuts me like glass. The love I feel towards you everyday. Would it really have been that hard for you to stay? It all pours out, the love, the pain, uncertainty and doubt. Who though a kiss could do all this?

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The Last Kiss

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.:Bubbline:. In the Midst of the Storm by MyInnerWeirdo, literature

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.:Bubbline:. In the Midst of the Storm

Marceline stood at the edge of the meadow, beneath the shade of the trees, cradling her axe bass and strumming gently on the strings. Nowadays, it was becoming harder for her to write songs about her feelings. Mostly, it was because she had resolved a lot of her emotional issues simply by making friends with Finn and Jake, but also because of another crucial, sometimes rather upsetting reason—she was in love. It was cheesy, yes, but she found herself so entirely in love that she just couldn't describe it, even if she sat down and thought about it. Thinking about it just confused her even more; however, it was who she was in love with tha

Couch - A Drarry Tale by Rebekah-Jane, literature

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Couch - A Drarry Tale

Hermione broke the couch. She hadn't meant to, of course, but it was what it was and what it was was that Hermione, 8 months pregnant, was a big unit and that couch was almost as old and she was. It had taken two cups of herbal tea and all the flattery in the world to stem the unbelievable flow of tears that ensued but when she was finally gone, the couch was still broken. Harry and Draco stood staring at it with a curious undertone of sadness. "This is weird..." Harry finally murmured, "It's weird, right?" Draco paused, "Well, we've had it since we moved in. We christened it that first night." Harry smirked at the memory, "There was no