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I'm the mother who sits by the phone,
waiting for her children to call. I'm the policeman who falls to the ground, protecting an innocent. I'm the unborn child, Kicking to prove I'm here. I'm the most precious, I'm the ones we all hold dear.
I'm the forgotten homeless, trying to find food. I'm the abused and broken, using makeup to hide a bruise. I'm the lost child, torn from the womb. I'm the cursed and suffering, Those none will choose.
I'm the blessed and lucky, I'm the ones who's scorned. &n
by ~tranquilangel
Autonomy of a DreamChapter 3: Autonomy of a DreamAutonomy of a Dream
Ally
This was exquisite. It had taken Ally almost five hours to hack through the rock blocking the path. Each swing of the shovel and pike had revealed new pictures and different styles, leading to the belief that these had been created over centuries or even millennium. She saw things she had never dreamed of, but when that final swing had caused the hole to form, a new butterfly began to grow in her stomach. There was another room! She lifted her lamp into the area, hoping and not really knowing what to expect.
It was beautiful. The room was half full of water, but a siz
by ~tranquilangel
RecognitionChapter two: RecognitionRecognition
In the palace dining hall
As Morgan slipped inside the room, he noticed one thing right away; the whole family was gathered. Not just his father, mother, four brothers and little sister, but EVERYONE. All his relatives from all over the kingdom, even the ones he rarely saw. Momentarily set back, Morgan just waited by the door, hoping not to be seen. It was times like these that he hated being part of the royal family. If something big came up, a total family meeting took place.
‘Why can’t we have some peace and quiet around here?’ he grumbled silently.
He
by ~tranquilangel
NoisesNoisesNoises
In the tall narrow room by the door sits the girl, watching the wind out the window thumping the chair on the floor. The shadows cast by outside light throw the shape of a ghost.
A creaky step forces impossible ghost thoughts; a look about the room and the turning on of a light
shows no one to the girl. She stands then, pacing the floor to resume watching out the window
as it starts to rain. The window
crack whistles with the wind, ghost noises that are joined by a creaking floor moving along with invisible feet throug
by ~tranquilangel
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