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Bree was laying on her bed, her face buried in her pillow. Her eyes were sore and red from crying. It might have been a couple of weeks since her and her boyfriend had broken up. Her heart was still broken. A familiar sound of her cell phone went off. She turned onto her side picking up her phone to see his face flash on the screen. She argued with herself rather to answer it or not. She took a breath as she answered, "Hello?" It was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Come outside." She was confused by this, "What?" "Just please come outside." He pleaded. "Are you drunk, Ed?" She asked rubbing her eyes. "No, just come outside." With that he hung up. Bree threw her phone down onto the bed, before making her way downstairs. As she reached the last step she heard soft chords from a guitar outside. She made her way to the back opening the sliding glass door, to see Ed standing in the middle of the lit gazebo. She walked up the stairs staying by the right side. "I'm gla
Roses For Eternal Love
The boys were out on the bored walk, looking for their next meal, weather it was fast food or slow food. They would get them either way. But there was something different about tonight. They all noticed David acting a little off more the usual. No one wanted to say anything to him, fearing that he might just rip their heads off, but sooner or later one of them would crack and ask and of course Paul would be the one to crack first.
"David, man what's wrong with you tonight?" Paul asked putting his hand on David's shoulder only to take it off a second later when David glared at him.
"Nothings wrong, Paul" David said in a low murmur. He looked around at the others only to repeat "Nothings wrong."
They all looked at David, they knew he was hiding something.
Hours went by and the guys fed and partied, they did what they do every night.
But David was missing, he left in the shadows as the others were feeding. He needed to be alone, he needed to get away from those idiots for a whi
GoldTo stay gold is to keep all of your good memories together. To remember the good in your childhood. Never having a care in the world, just being in your own world is what mattered. The grass was always greener, the sky was always clear. I think that is gold. But as you start to grow older some of your golden memories fade away, and you have to face reality. Even if you still have a world to escape to, the same world you escaped to as a child, you have to realize that nothing gold can stay.
Something Anyone Would Wish For
Flashing lights of many colors, noises of cars, drunks and people who just want to have a good time mixing together. This is my jungle, Hollywood, Sunset strip to be exact. Walking around with the high that I had now, made everything blur together. I really had no idea where I was going but hell I didn't care. A smile made its way to my face when I stepped into one of my favorite places, Seventh Veil. Girls, girls, girls, was all I could think of as I pulled out some ones, and setting myself in my favorite spot right up front. After being teased by the beauties there I made my way to The Whiskey A Go Go, man I need a drink. Setting myself at the bar, I ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking my first swig of my poison I didn't even notice the person next to me until he spoke.
"I have something stronger then that piss your drinking."
I turned my head to look at the guy, he wore all black, pale as the dead, with bleach blonde hair. "Are you talking to me man?" I asked.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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