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The song of the darkness.The dark sang to her since the age of seven, when she felt old enough to get rid of her Snowhite light. The peace she felt when being absorbed in the abyss of the unknown was a peace foreign to her until that day. So, when the piercing gaze of the bulb intruded no more, her real connection with the chaos was discovered. And it soon became addiction—an impulsive, growing need that would turn her stomach in a knot of spasms. She needed the fear—she had grown so accustomed to it that safety was disgraceful.The song of the darkness. by ~Doritos1996
When the pitch-black gulf sank her in, turning her chest into an arch that resembled a crescent, she yanked the stitches off he
Sweet Nothings.A: Agreement.Sweet Nothings. by ~Doritos1996
Couples would always whisper sweet nothings to each other, making big declarations of love and vowing eternal devotion. None of these words lasted more than the flap of a butterfly's wings, though. None of them expressed the real feelings, the ones that were buried deep inside, so deep that the lovers couldn't find them. But when the time came, they would swim to the surface, erasing the previous promises, turning the past into nothing but a useless memory.
For Mai and Zuko, however, things were different. Their declarations of love were uncommon, shy and unexpressive, even though the feelings boiled under the skin like hot wa
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Of Birds and Wings.Mr. Chuges was a man that didn't like going astray--he had never strayed from the normality of life and would never plan to, that's for sure. He was a man who would rather expect what would follow to having to deal with surprises and turbulances. Mundane prosaism was enough for him to be satisfied. His appearance gave out that much; mahogany, dull eyes which reflected no light, no life, looked through a pair of perfectly-squared, thick glasses. His lips were usually set on a hard line, their corners never lifting up to even fake a smile. A short, pointed beard covered the tip of his chin, giving him an austere look that made his students flin
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