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Music of the NightIt was dark but she wasn't frightened. It roused her skin in anticipation.Music of the Night
Her thoughts flew through scenarios of every kind, some more appropriate others less so. Her resistance was gone.
Her fingers found the tie of her dressing gown and it slipped from the curve of her shoulders. The moon dove in through the open window and danced over her skin.
She spared no thoughts to the warmth of Day. Instead she embraced the cool caress of the Night against her skin. Listening intently to the whispers it sang into her ear.
She closed her eyes and welcomed her furtive fantasies.
Ignoring all else, she l
by ~Captain-Rilee
As Long As We Both Shall LiveOne. I should probably stop and poke around, get some ideas. It's an important investment after all.As Long As We Both Shall Live
Nah. I'll stop by later I have things to do.
Two. You don't have to go in. Looking at the display is perfectly acceptable.
But what if there's something perfect inside? I'd never know and I might end up with the wrong thing!
After my third pass by the window display I finally threw up my hands and simply walked through the door of the shop.
It's just a store. I don't have to buy anything. It's only jewelry.
I'm no coward.
But the second the cool air-co
by ~Captain-Rilee
I don't like confrontationI don't like confrontation.I don't like confrontation
Wait scratch that, I don't just NOT like confrontation.
I loathe it with the utmost passion of my being.
Yet here I stand at his front door ready to knock, fling myself into his arms and ride off into the sunset.
If only I could knock.
I raise my hand, once...twice...but each time my hand falters, shaking slightly, and I pull it away and take a deep breath, trying to steady my resolve.
Thank God no one is walking past; I've already been here for 10 minutes.
And no I'm not joking.
What the hell am I doing? I wal
by ~Captain-Rilee
Will you be my girlfriend?“So, I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” he asked, grinning ear to ear.Will you be my girlfriend?
Cocky. Now that I look back on it. Definitely cocky, he already knew my answer. Why wouldn’t he?
I grinned and turned to face him, someone was actually taking notice of me.
“You know, I’d like that very much.”
That night we went out. I picked him up. He had no car or even a driver’s license. Technically I shouldn’t have even been driving him-my six months weren’t up yet.
I did anyway.
Our banter changed. Actually it didn’
by ~Captain-Rilee
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I'm going to give you such a huge list of things to do! ha!
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It still makes me laugh every single time!
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“Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant...[then]you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.”
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I always thought good photos were like good jokes. If you have to explain it, it just isn’t that good. – Anonymous
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“Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant...[then]you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.”
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I always thought good photos were like good jokes. If you have to explain it, it just isn’t that good. – Anonymous
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