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"Who was that woman?" I couldn't help but ask. She was so gorgeous that my eyes never left her form. She was shapely of body and whip sharp of mind, my brain just couldn't wrap around the thought of her. Sometimes I wondered if she was as real as I thought she was, but if I was dreaming... If I was dreaming, I never wanted to wake. How could I? That voice was like a smooth red wine, aged just right. Her eyeliner was sharp enough to kill, and she made my head spin every time our paths crossed. But I wasn't in love. It was entirely too early to be able to tell that. What did a twenty something know about love anyway? And besides,
Repayment for Sis Vaia by DarkGoddessK, literature
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Repayment for Sis Vaia
The dancing girl was resting on the pillows. It wasn't time to regale the king yet. Though she had an idea of what he would want, she didn't want to be presumptuous and spoil her performance. Nor did she wish to lose her pretty head from where it sat upon her shoulders. The monarch always seemed keen to behead beautiful women if they ceased to impress him the way they once did. That was why this particular lady had kept her best talents hidden. Whether it was in the king's bed or in her regular performance space, she kept her abilities meted out so that he saw her body's beauty and became entranced before she threw in a bit of talent
Missing: One White Female by DarkGoddessK, literature
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Missing: One White Female
Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Who knew that being this lonely would make her eyes react? She'd been watching television all day and now she understood just how bad lonely was supposed to feel. She guessed she'd really done it this time, what with how the woman she loved just dropped everything and left her sitting there on her couch. What had she said? 'When Hell gets a make-over and freezes over?' That sounded about right. Frannie always was a bit on the dramatic side. But that's what she got for being with someone who wrote dramas for a living. She knew Frannie'd be back. She always came back. Every time she left, s
I've never really gotten the hang of telling anyone my personal business except my sister and, by this point, she's been dead and buried for ten years at least. I don't know why I did what I did, but looking back on it I don't think I can bring myself to regret the decision. What I can say though is that, without this one action I don't know if I'd even understand half of what my life's been really and truly been about. So, now I'm here, this tape recorder is running, and I get the distinct impression that I should be recounting my experience an
The slow chill of the music made her body smooth itself out as it danced. She almost felt as though her heart was all in for this dance, as if her heart had decided that its home was no more in her chest than it was beating on the street. As the music hummed within and through her, it seemed as though every fiber of her was singing. Her hands were sighs, her legs whispers, and her head a breeze that none could follow unless they understood it themselves. And if they didn't understand after watching her masterful taking of the whole thing, they never would.
The End of the Beginning by DarkGoddessK, literature
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The End of the Beginning
"I lost the man I loved today." Sitting in that hospital room as the machines flat-lined was the most depressing day in their forty year marriage. It was worse than the time he wrecked the car and almost ran over their son, the day their son was killed in that war he signed up for or even her many trips to the psychiatric hospital. All of that was very painful, but this was by far the lowest point. Her hands had politely folded as the doctor explained what her next course of action should be. The life insurance he had gotten back when they were first married had matured to a nice
Snowfall- For QoD Winter Cont. by DarkGoddessK, literature
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Snowfall- For QoD Winter Cont.
Ciel laid languidly across her chair and took that opportunity to watch Lyssie as he trained. Sweat had just begun to glisten off his naked chest. His scars played and bunched as he swung and whirled about, his weapon of choice glinting in the low light of the fire in the room. She was torn yet again. Torn between the love she held for Ere and the love she was only able to express after the doors were closed with Lysandor. She was worrying more than normal because in all the time that had passed, her love (even added to Lys's) was still not enough to bring Ere home for good.
She'd made her love a promise and she knew that it took t