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Around Midnight on the 10th of January

I just want to be free. Free from pain, free from hate, free from possibility. Free from myself. I am chained to these thoughts as a ghost is to his earthly misdeeds, and this mind of mine so weighs on me, pulling ever so steadily upon my motivations until even waking is a chore. And yet, the sun still shines; flowers still grow. The songbird on my windowsill still sings out her praises each dawn. From my cage of pretense I see the stars, and through the darkness in this cell, my company is kept; twinkling, and gently hopeful; inspiring, yet not blinding like daylight sometimes seems to be. And if this heavy fog tires of my quiet agony and le

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Around Midnight on the 10th of January by Kurosaki224, literature

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Around Midnight on the 10th of January

11pm on 11/22/15 by Kurosaki224, literature

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11pm on 11/22/15

You don’t know it, until you suddenly do. It slams into your chest with all the subtlety of a freight train; You love her. Looking at her gazing out over the cityscape, it’s like that first breath of winter air, harsh and brisk and beautiful in its sharpness. And you feel so very young and fragile, so incredibly old and strong. The noisy symphony of cars battling it out for an inch of pavement has become the soundtrack of your movie. Your story. Together written on stone steps and park benches, and on every shirt stained with the soda that came out of her nose when she laughed. She knows it, and suddenly you do too. And Casablanc

Terra et Caelum by Kurosaki224, literature

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Terra et Caelum

The old wooden railcar creaks and groans; two pairs of feet clambering inside. Fervent whispers float among the dust particles suspended in the last rays of evening sun. Slowly, stillness descends upon the abandoned structure, and hope begins to seep into the stale air. Darkness falls over the eager souls perched on rotting floorboards and soon a soft light, cold and clear as crystal, caresses their joyful faces. A sudden exclamation cuts through the quiet of the night and a pointed finger, trembling with excitement, draws wondering gazes to a bright spark streaking across the constellations. Lips turn up, and one silhouette leans f

The transitory nature of things (WIP) by Kurosaki224, literature

Family Don't End With Blood by Kurosaki224, literature

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Family Don't End With Blood

Over a year of brain wracking and I still cannot remember what he first said. All I remember was hearing his voice from that stage and being struck with how much deeper, smoother, better it was in person than on my secondhand DVDs. My mind was on an eternal repeat of “Oh my God, I cannot believe I am actually here. I am in the same room as Jensen friggin’ Ackles and Jared Padalecki and my God Jensen’s voice!” Cheering my head off in unison with hundreds of other people just as awestruck as I was, I eventually tuned back in to what the actors on stage were saying, but

Well, shit: the story of my first almost-crush. by Kurosaki224, literature

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Well, shit: the story of my first almost-crush.

Today, I’m going to tell you all about my first almost-crush. I say “almost”, because I didn’t really have a crush on him. Rather, I refused to have a crush on him. Because if I had a crush on him, which I definitely did not, then I would have gotten drawn into some dramatic and super clichéd high school love triangle, and I did NOT have time for that kind of idiotic insanity in my life, no siree! I had exams to take, grades to make, Thanksgiving pumpkin pie to bake – there was no room left for the ridiculous topic of relationship drama. At least, that’s how it was before my best friend decided t

10 Word Story by Kurosaki224, literature

Anniversary Poem by Kurosaki224, literature

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Anniversary Poem

Solid, steadfast, you stand by my side. Through war and through peace, our hearts coincide. With each year that passes, we grow even fonder Than I ever dreamed, and the dream is still longer. Our love like a dance, it moves us with passion; Rising to a crescendo and falling in fashion, Returning us back to the oh-so-familiar And wonderful waltz that we danced through the years. Seeing you smile right here next to me, I know we've found the meaning of love and loyalty.

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