EH?!_My love from fire_The Forbidden Fruit_Aldorriha's Prodigies
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EH?!
"This place is as lively as it has ever been." A bored tone mumbled to oneself, walking down the streets Cliff had never felt more bored in their entire existence. A normal human being would die to be able to see such a sight, but to the entity, it was just another market place. Looking up, the redhead saw the vastness of space. The market was in a dome-like structure that floated in the void, the top half had been made to be see-through so that visitors would have a great view. All-around species of many types, shapes, and sizes walked through the streets. Looking at the variety of goods the ...
My love frowww.onedoor.ccm fire
Hello my sweet potatoes My love from fire I was looking at the window thinking of my 3rdth year in college which is I am going to graduate this year and feeling the beauty of nature ... listening to the music relaxing .... until something was thrown towards me"ugh, what is it now Mr.fin" I asked rolling me eyes while standing "how many times did I tell you not to daydream in my class, Jessica johnson" he shouted spraying he's saliva on my face "uhh it's really nice of if you stop spraying you're saliva on my face" I said wiping it off with the tissue. the whole class burst it laugh. the embar...
The Forbidden Fruit
“Give that back, Zia! I called dibs on that apple!”“ But I’m hungry! Besides I picked it from the tree first!” she yelled jumping off the tree and landing clumsily on the grass.“Zia,” he gritted his teeth, trying not to cuss, “ my sweet little sister, I’m the one carrying our load of clothes on my back remember? I’m the one carrying you when you tire! And..and I haven’t eaten anything since that night. So. Give. Me. That. Apple.”“Neither of us have eaten a thing since that night.” she said defiantly. And then almost in a whisper, “ It’s the food you stole, Zane! I swear it was cursed. It’s the...
Aldorriha's Prodigies
The whole forest seemed to be shedding tears. Snow melted like a weeping child, unable to elude the powerful warmth of the sun, running down the rough faces of nearby oaks and birch. The forest mourns as well, I think. The songs of birds fill my ears. Their melodies celebrate winter's end, but even their notes leave some sadness. Spring is not a happy time where I come from. This season was meant for rejoicing. Where new life should be born and fresh beginnings made. For me, this is a time to grieve. Not for the past, but for the future. Where death replaces life, and fear replaces joy. Our le...