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I'm Your Little ButterflyI'm Your Little Butterfly
I've been searching for a man, All across Japan, Just to find to find my samurai.
Soft baby pink blossoms danced oh so elegantly in the gentle wind as a young women stood, A soft smile spread on her lips. The cherry blossoms left a mesmerizing smell through the air. One that tickled at your nose so you couldn't help but smile.
The mid afternoon sun shone brightly is the cloudless sky, the only thing to be seen breaking the long blue stretch being high mountains. The occasional bird flew by, singing a sweet melody that enchanting one's ear.
With a smile still cast on her lips, the young female took a seat by the trunk of the giant blossom tree. A sea of pink petals scattered along the ground, only letting small patches of grass meet the sun's warm rays.
Someone who is strong, But still a little shy, Yes I need I need my samurai
Beside her sat a tall, eccentric figure. His skin pale blue and his hair dark navy. He gave her a shark like grin as he j
One Hell of a Thief - pt2 The night fell silent once more. The air thick with mixed emotions of anger, lust, distress and panic.
The air of what once was a quiet and peaceful forest was thick with negative emotions. A battlefield of conflicting emotions swarmed and drowned the two silenced other as they stared at one another for was seemed like forever.
As their eye's met, emotions flared between the two. Rage, revenge and lust for one. Distress, panic and regret in the other.
Regret was a rare feeling that Srams only felt when caught. Regret for going back to that Inn, in hopes of doubling her pocket money. How could she had made such a careless mistake such as that?
Questions and statements flooded through her mind. How could you be so stupid?, Ooooh, you're gonna get it now, He's going to kill you now, and so many more regretful thoughts.
The pressure of the silence pou
An Open WoundNo this couldn't be. It couldn't have really happened, yet the reality of it all sunk in deep. Deep into ever crack, cut and pore of her skin. Melted into her blood and poisoned her slowly. The unbearable stinging pain surging from her chest and pulsing in her heart. Had this really just happened?
She couldn't cope with this, it was too much too fast. What had really made it sink in was his face. Oh his perfect face of maturity and clam nature. How quickly it turned and sank into a concerned expression. From that look alone she had known. He saw it as clearly as she had felt it. He had seen it.
He had saw her heart slowly tear apart, tear into tiny pieces that then fell into an almost endless pit only to be greeted by a blissful ending of being burned alive in a raging fire. He had seen it. She had felt it.
It hurt unlike anything she had ever felt. Hurt more than breaking a bone, cutting open a vein or even falling face first into cement. Those were just flesh wounds that would never
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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