Kissing FrostWhite perfection, in all its terrible fury. The wind howled through the icy wind, screaming in agony as it cast knives of chill through all in its path. The snow that had once piled up on the ground in a beautiful sheet had turned to treacherous quicksand, gripping her feet and sucking her down, every step more difficult than the last. Everything in vision was a dangerous white. A perfect sheet of utter white.Kissing Frost
Niamh shivered, clutching her shoulders at the seams of her coat. The wind bit at her exposed face like needles, having already yanked her chestnut hair from its bun an
SnowSNOW By Talon-SenseiSnow
December seventh, the next to last week of school for the first semester. We’re all excited to be getting out soon. Winter break, full of caroling at shopkeepers until they kick us out, or lazing by a fire burning on the television knitting and sipping hot cocoa, or at least, for the girls. Not many boys knit, after all. Pearl Harbor day is passing us by without much thought save a lecture devoted to the event years ago by our history teacher. Sometimes it’s nice to have a teacher who really truly cares about the subject she’s teaching.
Ships
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"I have said before that metaphors are dangerous.
Love begins with a metaphor."
- Milan Kundera
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Sorry... I'm bad with names, can I just call you dumbass?
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Z: Wow man! Leah you naughty naughty girl!
L: Rawr~!! ;D
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Wait, what? Whaddya mean I wasn't supposed to kill him?!
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You will join this club.
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La fleur qui est rouge est jolie,
La fleur qui est rose est belle.
Mais la fleur qui est toi -
C'est la mieux belle de tout.
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