Tell Me Of...
If you were to talk of true love with me, Tell me something that will really make me see.
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rayneg
16. UK. Writer of many stories, and some poems but those are usually horrendous. I also draw rather a lot of odd little things.
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The fact that you don't have a lump in your throat, A bulge in your pants, or stubble on your chin, Doesn't mean you're not a man at heart.
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You are the moon and the stars,. ((Cold, aloof and lonely)). You are the sun in the sky,. ((Willing to burn me)). You are the dozen roses in my hand,. ((Drawing blood with your barbs)).
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Clockwork Heart
Lay before me was a beauty, One who repeatedly tore me apart, Her porcelain skin cracked, As she pulled out her bloody heart.
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His very touch makes my skin crawl, And his voice is too silky smooth, Every time he reaches out to touch me, I have to fight the urge to move.
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You Talk Too Much
I was told "you talk too much" When I was younger, aged 8. But all I had talked about was The things that interested me. How the stars in our dark skies Are just gigantic balls of gas.
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Wake Me Up
She was dressed in a nightgown, sheer white cotton with pink and gold patterns woven into it. It was hot when she wore it to bed, but the castle was often cold.
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A Thousand Lives
Authors Note ; Sort of a sequel to A Thousand Stars. -- He stood there, his blue and his black burning into my retina.
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A Thousand Stars
When I was little, my brother told me that if you made a thousand paper stars you could make a wish. He taught me how to tie the strips into beautiful little stars when I was twelve.
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You.
I hate this but... Bleh. It needed somewhere to go. It's not really meant to make sense, but maybe it does make a little sense. Yeah, I'm sorry.
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Apocalypse
Broken, bleeding, spent, bent old men, twist tales and Build a city of lies upon a bed of nails, somewhere they Make the young believe that life is good, and kind yet, Really we're just waiting for...
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Little Grace
With a smug little smile, On her smug little face, Skipped away, Poor little Grace. She may have been smug, Annoying and a bitch, But what happened next, She was found in a ditch.
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Introvert.
I am an introvert. I do not like to talk to people unless I am ready to. I don't enjoy being in crowded rooms, or having anyone - regardless of if they're male or female - leering at me.
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Bleh... I Need A Name For This One...
Talk to me about the darkness inside of you, I'm here to listen, I understand, I really do... Maybe I could help you decide what to do, I just want to get some of my pain out too.
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Feeding
His eyes were a smokey red, as though someone had left embers to smoulder. The raven black hair hung loose over his shoulders and down to his waist was slightly wavy, but not yet curled.
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Collection
She sat up. Her book was getting interesting, but she still had to wake up the next morning. School and all. She shook her hair out and ran her fingers quickly though it, stripping it of any knots.
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Russian Roulette
In the white room the old blood stains are evident. Faded to an almost grey, but evident none the less. I look you in the eyes. I see fear, over whelming fear, in yours. You search my eyes for fear.
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My Dreams Are Nightmares.
Run. I can hear myself screaming it at you, I can feel the tears rushing down my cheeks. I can see my hand reaching out for you, trying to grab you, to pull you to me one last time.
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If I had to choose one day to define myself...
Working from the inside out.
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Bloodshed - 5 - Warzone Nightmare
Rose looked up, the building in front of her was large, but not as grand as she was used to. She was looking at a restaurant, newly built as a base for one of the biggest gangs in the world.
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Bedhead - 4 - Warzone Nightmare
"Well, I know how to work this all now." Gabriel smiled gratefully. "Thanks." "No problem." Natt smiled, wiping the sweat on his brow away. "I know we've got something else you'll like.
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Briefcase - 3 - Warzone Nightmare
Rose was sitting behind her desk, drawing on the computer's art program. The scene unfolding in front of her was one that haunted her dreams.
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New Parts - 2 - Warzone Nightmares
"You've been keeping me in the kennel." Gabriel laughed, climbing the glass staircase to Rose's room. She was just in front of him, and her ass was in his face.
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Different Stories
So I have several on-the-go stories at any one moment in time. I will list them along with a short summery so you can see what - if any - you'll be interested in.
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Interviews - 1 - Warzone Nightmare
On the one hundreth and seventy third floor of the building belonging to the medical research pioneers, One-Eight-One, two figures emerged from a shiny metal lift.
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Old work - 4 - Working It Out
Sparks slipped out of the chair he was sat in and crawled over to Sam's feet. He sat in front of the man and watched the old mercenary talk. "You... The Alpha project.
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After Work - 3 - Working It Out
Elle pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, and peered in the mirror. Her lips were still faintly coloured by the lipstick she'd removed a minute ago.
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Bar Work - 2 - Working It Out
Sam sighed and put the phone down, his hand limp around the rather expensive new handset.
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Office Work - 1 - Working It Out
She was sat in her office, patiently waiting for something - anything - interesting to arrive. Her short skirt was riding up her legs as she fidgeted, showing her slim figure and her pale skin.
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