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(Part 1) DISASTERS ARE ONLY PHENOMENON     I felt the scrape of wood underneath my shoes, the souls scraping; digging up slivers  on the floor as I shuffled my feet about. My throat stung as I sang the song word for word, watching people dance out in the square. An AK47 strapped to my back, the strap shifting about. I knew nobody would hear me as long as that music was going. The beautiful colors streamed about, twirling and flinging. Some yellows were mixed with reds, some purples with green or blue. Then there were darker colors, like black and brown, white glittered about as well as the girls danced. Their "innocent souls plagued by you

___Until Death Do We Part__ Until death. Until death is a long long time... I have pledged my life to you from the beginning of time. From when I was a child, starting to dream. Starting to grow for the very first time, you, you entered my mind. You filled my thoughts with poison and strife. Yet, you filled my heart with mercy, and rain, love and yearning. Only you will fill my heart in this way. No one but you will fill me with joy and happiness. I have come with you, to start a family, I have become part of your life and you of mine. We start a family, three of mine. As family grows we fall apart. Such as fate falls our walls come cr

Chapter 23.       I slept as my sister sat talking to shawn, something about me still dislikes him yet... Something more about him intrigues me. I shook my head as we sat in that hospital room. We were leaving in a few minutes. They were wrapping Ezekiel's foot once more, making sure this time he couldn't take it off. He grumbled in discontent as we waited. They plastered the end of the bandaging down and gave him a pair of crutches after his quite alarming expression of hatred for wheel chairs. But, after all, that's Zekiel for you.       He fidgeted around in the car, sitting in the back so we could support him and put his leg up on the

Introduction. I looked in through the window, there was a twelve year old girl. She lay in bed, silent and sleeping. Her brown hair spread across the pillow, her face delicately draped in the moonlight. I opened my hand to the window, guiding the magic purple hand, unlocking the little latch holding the window tight. I hooked my spindly fingers under the windowsill, opening it. I stepped in and walked to her, a mirror reflecting my image. She heard my steps, opening her eyes, she saw my image in the mirror. The pale slender figure and the dark armour, shrouded in deep green glowing gems where they were occasionally crafted. The green mist fa