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You once asked me what inspired me, sweet love; And I shall tell what you want to hear... It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go. It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve It is a woman who has always believed in her lover and he will let her down no more It is a sick man who is whole again and the wife who stayed by his side It is a writer who has found a brand new muse and the paint of the artist who draws her lover It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed and the warmth in the words of the

Chapter 5, Part 1 The day before the first Hootenanny came and went with little excitement. The decorations went up after much debate, the catering was arranged around a spooky theme, and by the end of the day Prince Gumball had come up with his own costume, finding all the necessary accessories to put it all together. As the night drew on, Gumball watched his window long into the night, waiting for Marshall to show up despite his statement to keep away for the night. But the vampire held true to his word and didn't appear. Disappointed, the prince finally found a stopping point in his novel and blew out the candle on his nightstand, taking

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and make no money from this. Slade, Robin and Red X belong to DC and the kittens belong to Mama Duck. I also don't own fb. KITTY FAMILY PLANNING Slade looked at the kittens expectant faces and then at Robin and Red X. "Which one of you taught them about this horrible day?" Robin points at Red. "What's wrong with Halloween? It's the only night where you can get a bunch of free candy from people." "And it's neat seeing all the different costumes people wear. What's wrong with that?" "They want all of us to dress up." "Sounds fun. So what did you three want to dress up as?" Robin was curious

I'll warn you upfront: this isn't glamorous. At first, I thought I was in a car or on a plane. I woke up in an uncomfortable chair with an incredible headache and no idea where I was. My eyes slowly adjusted to the sickly yellow light, and I saw a ceiling with water damage. I didn't recognize it. I smelled mildew and smoke, which would've startled me if not for the headache. I started to rub my head, but I couldn't move my hand. I looked down, and my wrist was stuck in something. Actually both wrists. And ankles. I didn't like where this was going. Ugly laughter erupted from across the room. "About time you came around!" someone shouted. I

There were Timeless moments spent between us, In those instants and hours before dawn; That time when we traversed So far away from this Wretched house and into The most delicious darkness Of Andromeda- That time before our tidal waves Came crashing down on us again. I would do anything to Drown with you. The softness of the flesh Between your knuckles, the Exquisite map of Leigh-lines On your palms; They were like a lullaby To my sleepy fingertips. You used The breath of your mouth To teach me to close my eyes And fall asleep. Your contented whispers and Observations of the sky Showed me then how to dream. I had no id

You Left Me Stronger: Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me? I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you. You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up. I thought a lot about the things you said... The things that were my fault, my problems. I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong. I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside. On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer; You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad. You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l

My parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap. Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture. Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my

These days, Black Friday really lasts a week but I haven't bothered to write out a list-- You cannot find the things I want in a store. The sound of a rejected embrace is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb or a house burning down on Christmas morning. There is a name for the way strings of holiday lights blur out of focus when you watch someone you love walk away.

It was Christmas, celebrated all around Earth - and in Heaven, of course. As for elsewhere... If you believe for a single second that the devils don't celebrate Christmas, you are, well, right, actually. They keep very quiet about it. Not even a mouse would dare speak about it to the Almighty Fiend, Lucifer. The sole exception to this unspoken rule had happened a few years back on the occasion of a Satanically spiked MTV "Merry Christmas" video which had seemed like a good idea for a few hours. Until it became obvious that it had been a pointless endeavor – those who watched MTV regularly had been mostly unaffected, those who didn't had

Plucking The table between us is a moon. But the air is heavy. It lies on us, muffled heat stilling our breaths. You drop your fork, but I still won't look at you. Even angels would crawl if they were here. "Why can't we be friends?" I am thinking of a Flemish tapestry I once saw in a white stone house, walls dense and prickly with roses: a line of stiff scarlet soldiers, a rearing horse. The soldiers' thick fingers grope at the blank cream cloth, seeking purchase, gravity. "What are you feeling?" "I want to be a Flemish soldier," I tell you. Only my fingers would constantly pluck at the expanse, searching for the thread that will unra