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09-28-2007, 06:48 AM
"Exactly," Mira giggled and kissed Theo's nose, having to stand on her toes to reach.
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09-28-2007, 06:55 AM
"I don't know. What do you want to do? And I want the honest answer, Theo."
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09-28-2007, 07:03 AM
"Hm... Any ideas exactly? What's something that fits in that category?"
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09-28-2007, 07:08 AM
"Hm... Off-the-wall... Anything romantic that we can fit in there?"
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09-28-2007, 04:24 PM
She sat there with her family. Takeo right across from her, her two boys to the right and her two girls to the left. They were eating dinner.
Why does this seem so familiar? She thought. Then it happened. The crashing of the window, Takeo and Morgandy rushing for their swords, her two girls screaming and the eldest boy rushing them upstairs. Morgandy rushed into the living room and saw Nielson. But instead of waking up, she forced herself to continue with the dream. "I killed you years ago." Morgandy spat. "So my father and I do look alike, as so many have said." The man replied. "I am Nielson's son, Tyson, and I am here to finish what he had started." "Well, you won't leave here alive unless you leave now because if you want to hurt anyone in this house, you will have to go through me." "I do not want to see anybody but you suffer. So, it looks like one us will not live to tell this tale." She noted that his eyes seemed to be clear and white with a hint of insanity. She noticed that he also had three weapons when she only had one. Then she awoke, her palms slightly sweaty and Takeo right next to her. She took a deep breath and put her head next to his shoulder. Chills went down her back as the sun rose. Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby |
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