Category: Romanace
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Smile
A reflection I first truly saw you in the airport, You were the only other youngin other than me, Your smile was the first noticee, Then your brown hair that you continuously stroked, Then came your green eyes, They looked upon me friendly but not without caution. We were part of a group that was…
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Wet Coat
A midnight dip in the river. I can think of few ways to dine and dash but that takes the cake and the coffee. Hot coffee, Charlie could have used a cup of that as he exited the waterway. His date, one Miss Morgan Lafey, was cheery and relaxed after the swim in the cold…
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The Warm Hand
The green frilly dress made me feel nervous, I knew that it barely covered my knees. The barn had the stench of straw. I was here now and I knew that I couldn’t leave and until my friend left. I was nervous during the dance. I don’t know why I showed up. My friend, Ann,…
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Flight of the Cub – 2 – Leaving the Siege
The nights by the sea were absolutely some of the calmest and most peaceful. Hunter needed that peace, for he had a big decision to ponder and it was one that did not need to be made with haste. To marry the princess and potentially become a lord, or to disappoint his lord and refuse.…
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The Flight of the Cub – 1
The path of the foot falls was unlike most. The hunter sought his prey up and down hills, she climbed trees and leapt to creeks, her footfalls were messy and at times unpredictable. The hunter tracked and stalked his prey with a ruthlessness that would make any beast fear him. But his prey was not…
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If I were near
If I was near, I would knock on your door, You would open it, I would grasp your hand and lead you outside, If I were near, The world would seem small and undaunted, We would go everywhere and see everything, There would be no want, We would eat for the pleasure, Such joy there…
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A Choice – Part 2
A recluse and a hunter, what an odd couple to be found in the castle. For the past seven years we have lived together.It has been an odd time. Sara has remained in the castle while I go on trips. Though she was my prey once upon a time, that tale has passed into legend.…
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Snow Angel
For a snow is nothing more, Than frozen water crystal, They form sheets of blankets, Covering the cold ground, With a seemingly warm substance. For that is the beauty that men see, For though her beauty is something to marvel, It is nothing compared to your beauty. You may form a snow angel on the…
The In Constant Chronicles 