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Fragile is the heart, for we deny Pain, grief, loss, Until they crash upon us, And our whimpering hearts go crashing with them, Splintering into Self-pitying shards of Annealed glass. Fragile is the heart, Even though reality isn't all Drifting among clouds, Naive and carefree. You'll hurtle...

Writer's Block I sit in my chair and stare at the blank screen. Wishing upon wishes that a spark of inspiration would strike me down so I can finish this poor portfolio. I have one story left to do and only five days left to complete it. But the ideas do not come. Some say that they work better...

[There might be typos and mistakes in here, but I'll get to them another time. I just wanted to share what I had finished. ^~^] Night never felt dark in the cities. Even if the moon hid its face, and the sky became overcast with dark clouds that blotted out the heavens. The city itself gave us...

She didn't bother to turn on the lights as the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon and the streetlamps through the window panes. He followed behind her, taking in his surroundings. He had never seen the studio at night before. He had never noticed the way the gentle moonlight bounced...