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What They SayThey say love is a game and a lover a toy But I’m drowning in love and a candy-pink sky and the world spins so slowly when love passes by A boy for a girl and a girl for a boy?What They Say
They say love is sweet and they say love is strong But the ripples of fear keep the light from my eyes and love is no love if it tells nought but lies but if love is true can it still be wrong?
They say that love makes life so easy to live But it’s harder to die if you know there is love and I wait and I wait for what is
by ~rmuecke
The Life of Josephine StrongJosephine Strong glares out from beneath her heavy curtain of faded auburn hair. “Mrs Josephine Strong,” she snaps, pulling her threadbare cardigan tighter around herself. “Forty-three. Whaddaya want?” Her voice is a strange mixture of terror and defiance.The Life of Josephine Strong
“We gotta tell ya somethin’,” says Officer Lockstock, pulling out a notepad. “About your husband.”
“Yeah,” Barrel chips in, leaning his muddy shovel against the ground. “About Joseph “Old Man” Strong.”
Josephine sags slightly. “What’s Joseph done now, officers?” &
by ~rmuecke
AriachneOnce upon a time, many years ago, a woman lived in a small town. She was young, and comely, and loved by all. However, she had sworn to only love a man she had never before met, as she had known all the men in the village since they had been children and considered them her brothers.Ariachne
One day, late in winter, a stranger came to the village. His hair was dark and shone in the wintry light, and his skin was paler than the very snow around them. His eyes, though, were blacker than sin itself. The woman loved him all the same, and for a short time they lived as man and wife. However, with winter’s end, the man disappeared l
by ~rmuecke
Princess RoseHermione woke to the sound of screams, and for one horrible second thought that she was back at Hogwarts on that dreadful, wonderful second of May. However, the scream came again, and she realised that it wasn’t a dying friend or a terrified student, but her precocious little Rosie. She heaved herself out of bed, ungainly now that her stomach was so large, and for a second her eyes were caught by the profile of her husband, still snoring, his hair just a little overlong and brushing his eyebrows.Princess Rose
She heard another wail, and waddled to Rose’s room, where her young daughter was lying face-down on her small bed and s
by ~rmuecke
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Sure, only... you haven't been on MSN in, like, a month... >>;
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Yes indeed! All the time!
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