Stupid scrap pile...


The Piano The PianoThe Piano
The sun was sinking slowly below the horizon. There were no lights on in the apartment to interrupt the falling darkness. A reflection of the sunset was shown in the ivory piano, turning glossy white to liquid flame.


If Only “No Cassie.” “Why? Why won’t you stay?” “You know why. Don’t play games Cassie. I’m leaving. I don’t want to see you for a long, long time.” He stared at her with blood red eyes. She shook her head, short lavender hair falling down to obscure her face. She reached her left hand up to brush it away, then paused, the gloved fingers suspended in midair for a moment, before lowering it slowly. “I…” she took a deep breath and stared back at him with her sparkling emerald green eyes. “I don’t… I don’t want you to leave, Nathaniel…” She bit one glossy lip.If Only
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Scary Kids Scaring Kids is my crack....
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"It's better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self"
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Scary Kids Scaring Kids is my crack....
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There are no rainbows without rain. So if there are not rainbows...THEN HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET MY SKITTLES?!
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Cause one thousand words called out through the ages, they'll fly to you.
Even though I can see, I know they're reaching you; suspended on silver wings.
Thanks! *hugs*
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"It's better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self"
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Ack! Get away! NOOOOOOOOO!
but you were gone and didn't bother checking, so it's pointless. that's why I don't listen to you.
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"It's better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self"
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Ack! Get away! NOOOOOOOOO!
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