Hands
Cold,
with a warmth beneath
that fizzles out
before it ever reaches the surface.
It's easier
not to fight the cold outside.
It's easier
to not be warm.
It's easier
to be cold alone
It's hard to be cold
when you're embraced
by someone who fights to be warm.
It's hard to be cold
when their hands take yours
and cling too tight and
not tight enough.
It's hard to be cold
when someone dares
to want you near.
Dares
to see your value.
But today
it's easier to be cold.
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Son of a Timelord Ch. 2
Beth's POV:
Getting to the roof wasn’t as harrowing of an experience as I expected, what we had to do next was probably at this point the scariest thing I’d ever done. You see, I don’t normally jump off buildings. Edmund of course did it like he was taking a slight jump off the curb on to the street, when he turned around to look at me I thought I could see him smirking, but it was a long ways away.
“Come on, I’ll catch you if you slip,” he said as quiet as he could with the distance between us.
I knew I’d written that I wouldn’t fall less than a year ago, but actually doing it, that was a wh
Hearthfire Ch. 1: From the Spark by CeceliaMoran, literature
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Hearthfire Ch. 1: From the Spark
The great halls rang with noise as Amondrond brought his hammer down, sending sparks flying into the air. They flickered brightly and died. Across the universes gods were creating fleeting races that shimmered so bright for mere seconds before they sputtered and faded. Amonrond wanted a people that would last. He desired a beautiful, glorious spark that would endure for the rest of time. He wanted to watch their stories unfold before his eyes and know he made it possible.
Amonrond spoke with his sisters, Isilloa and Oreloe and found they shared his vision. They traveled across the universes to seek out others to join them. Upon their return
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Literature
All the Bits and Pieces 008
“Sion?” Diana asked, her voice muffled through the door and accompanied by a few soft taps on the thick wood. He hurried over, tying off his braid before letting her in.
“Lady Diana!” he said, scarcely able to hide his surprise at the sight of her in a midnight blue strapless gown with he thick brown hair done up, baring her neck and shoulders.
“You clean up nicely, your majesty,” she said with a sly smile, goose bumps covering her arms from the cold.
He laughed, joining her in the hall. “I'm flattered. You're brother would be less complimentary.”
“Whatever Ryner says or does, he tru