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Esme and LuciferLucifer once went up to God,
And asked for an angel to be his bride.
He had become lonely these past few years.
Ok, that's a lie.
More like more lonely these past few centuries.
God looked down from his throne made of cloud,
And considered the Devil's plea.
Should he give him an angel,
His children of feathers?
Is it wise to give what he wants?
"I will treat her with love.
All I want is a companion.
My imps are cold and unfriendly.
I want the warmth of an intellectual.
So I came to you for one."
God looked to his angels.
The women were scared.
They didn't want to wed him.
They wouldn't ever stay,
In the feiry depths of that hell.
But one angel stepped forward,
A timid little thing.
Her eyes were like emeralds.
Her hair was soft and shining.
Lucifer's heart lept to his mouth.
"I will wed him." She said.
Her voice sounded like rain.
The angels all gasped.
She was bold,
But was she insane?
God looked at her fondly.
"Esme, are you sure you wan
A New Friend: Part 6"What is there to talk about?" Liv says defensively.
"Oh, nothing much. Just that you have a crush on Leo!"
"I do-" She stops. "How...?"
"Peri ran in and said there was something up, but then she forgot. Almost as if it went away."
"What do you mean 'went away'?" Liv crosses her arms.
"Like one of you had the thought, then brushed it under the carpet."
We stare each other down for a moment, the sigh simultaniously.
"It's way too soon, Liv. You've only known him for two weeks-"
"What about you? You only knew Donnie for three!"
"Now that, my dear, is where you are most definitly wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"Peri told me about all of them, and right from the get-go I had a crush on the guy. I'd only seen him in pictures, but-"
"You liked him, then you faked indifference when you met him?"
"Yeah. I wasn't messing with him and April. I wanted him to be happy."
We stay silent for a moment or two.
"Yeah, ok, you had three MONTHS. I've only had two weeks. What am I gonna do?"
The Show Must Go On: Keep going~Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
There's always something niggling at me.
Like I'm not fulfilling my purpose.
There's a constant hole that I just can't seem to fill.
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
My life is like a play.
There's always some sort of drama.
Not much of anything else, really.
I'm getting sick of it.
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
I have to keep my head up.
For the people that I love especially.
It may seem fake to me.
I don't feel the same inside as outside...
But it works.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
StitchesMorticia stood in the huge doorway, wincing at the loud noises of the dark tavern.
At only nine inches tall, the world seemed giant to her. Everything was amplified. Noises, even from a pin dropping, bothered her greatly. She needed to get this done as quickly as possible.
She darted along the floor, missing feet by only a few inches as the huge drunkards pottered around. This job was anything but glamourous. Why were there so many people applying for it these days?
Morticia spied her target.
Senator Blacklock. The most corrupt man in this city.
Her job was to kill him.
Morticia was a hired assassin, and she did her job gladly. All the people her employers hired her to kill were always the bad ones, always the corrupt, power-hungry buisnessmen that drove families underground with their greed.
Senator Blacklock was one such man.
She pulled herself up onto his table and hid behind a full glass of Hunter's Brow beer. His favourite. If the barman gave him enough, this tavern wouldn't be sh
VoicesI want releif.
I need it to stop.
These voices are winning.
I need to come out on top.
They tell me I'm worthless,
They say I should die.
They laugh with such mirth.
Help me! I cry.
They clamp up my voice box.
They say I'm beyond,
The help that I'm needing.
Nothing will break these bonds.
No-one will believe me.
No-one will help me.
The world stays blind to me.
This cage that I'm in,
I can't unlock it.
I cling on to the hope,
Someone will free me.
But it's getting harder to bear.
The laughs and the stares.
I need freedom from these voices.
My soul is laid bare.
25 Story Challenge 24: IllnessI sigh and carry the tray in.
She's still asleep.
Her T-phone's nearby, still spouting out music.
"RJ?" I whisper.
She jumps and sits up, hair a mess and her cheeks sunken.
"Hey!" I say.
RJ makes a 'sorry' face and turns her phone off.
"That's ok! What am I for?" I say cheerily, putting the tray on her lap.
She blinks twice, looking down at it.
"I brought you some soup. You haven't eaten properly in two days."
She smiles gratefully and tucks in, swallowing painfully.
RJ got tonsilitis earlier in the week.
Thankfully, the antibiotics have started to sink in.
Unfortunatly, she's also slightly allergic.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask.
She moves her hand in a 'so-so' gesture, making a face.
I quickly lift the soup off her laup as she coughs, and she clamps a hand over her mouth.
A quick thumbs-up sign puts the soup back on her la
A guide to Spencer Reid~Hi again, guys! It's RJ. (Or Perianth5 as most of you know me.)
So, Spencer Reid from the crime series Criminal Minds is a bit of a complicated character.
He's hard to portray, but once you get the hang of it, I'm sure you'll be fine.
Let's start with behaviour.
Now, after much analysing, I have come to the conclusion that Reid has Asperger's Syndrome.
This is an autistic condition that is high-functioning. (My little brother has it.)
People with Asperger's have different tendencies to each other, but these can be outlined like this:
They are extremely interested in one or more subjects. They will find everything out about this subject(s) and will talk about them for a long time.
They have trouble interacting socially, and cannot read facial expressions as well.
They can be extremely precise. If you tell a story, they will interrupt to add in the finer details that you may have missed.
They like routine, and get
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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