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A Collector of SortsKeir sat atop a smokestack of a demolished factory. The long forgotten melody of “London bridge” pressed through his lips, kicking his feet against the metal throne to the all most silent tune. Suddenly he threw his head back and laughed his hysterical laugh. “My fair lady! Your poor bridge has already fallen and been forgotten by all but me!” he shouted to the sky. His head lowered, “And what of you? Hmm? You are not so fair anymore! You are but a mere corpse! Nay! You are nothing but dust; buried beneath the factories that have infected you once lovely city!” He stood up and ran his long black finger nail through the air; a crimson pentagram appeared; then faded away. Keir smiled widely as a long, black, tear opened next to him. Resuming his tune, Keir reached into the tear and pulled out a long medieval style sword. “In all my years I’ve never seen my dear sweet London painted such a horrifying red!” With a few chu
Love Is LoveA young girl, no more than fourteen, goes up to her parents. She has a nervous face and grinds her lip with her teeth. Her mother looks up from her book and asks her “what is it?” The young girl fidgeted a little while trying to figure her words.Finally she spoke, “mom do you want me to fall in love someday?” Her father looked out from his paper. The girl continued, “Like do you want me to be happy with someone who feels the same about me?” her parents were blind to the meaning behind her carefully chosen wordsHer mother spoke first. “Well of course we want you to fall in love. Our biggest dream for you is to find a wonderful man who loves and cares for you just as much as we do!” The girl’s heart cracked. Then her father spoke. “Daddy wants to be able to give his little princess to her prince charming” Her heart was shattered. Her parents were oblivious to what she was try
ColdIt makes me cold.Cold to the touchand all the way to my core.I'm not cold from the world.The elements; the wind and rain;Snow and ice.These shivers, shakes and achescome from a deeper place.Deep inside me... I'm cold.back behind my eyeswhere the tears pool and slidelike ice down my faceAs my legs tense upthe skin on my arm raisedmy cheeks sticky with saltI am cold.not cold to the touchbut none the less I am cold.