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ArcheVixen, 1 january 2012

Turmoil

“Breathe.” he heard a voice, distant, yet soft and comforting, warming him up from the extreme cold, lighting up his darkness with a halo. His body arched upwards with the shock of the defibrillator, and the vital signs monitor finally had the reassuring heartbeat registered on the monitor, he took (... więcej)

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ArcheVixen, 1 january 2012

Selfish Love

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“If life were described in a word, what would it be?”

“I don‘t know, there are too many words to choose from, you know.”

“Then, umm, if it were your life in a word, what would it be?”

“Well, I believe that ‘life’ is the only way to describe life. If there were (... więcej)

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ArcheVixen, 1 january 2012

Longing

Unknowingly, my eyes wandered off in her direction again. Noticing my gaze, she gave me a smile and a little wave; I faintly smiled back at her, yet my heart went the opposite way, as it thumped quickly and made me feel all nervous. She was looking bored, like everyone else in the class, as the English (... więcej)

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ArcheVixen, 31 december 2011

Flight

The coarse and filthy rag scraped against my skin, chafing against the numerous scars on my body, some new, some old. For how many times I have been beaten I have lost count. Like a curious little child, I fingered my scars gingerly, feeling the contrast of new tissue against old ones, the smooth and (... więcej)

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ArcheVixen, 31 december 2011

Drawing

The artist creased his already wrinkled forehead, focusing intently on the model, looking for the essence of her, for the element inside of her, the one thing that differentiates her from all his other work pieces. His old and tired grey eyebrows matched his whitening hair and unshaved stubble; the blood (... więcej)

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ArcheVixen, 31 december 2011

Choices

The young girl stood in front of the loaves and loaves of bread in the supermarket. Looking at them, she salivated a little, for the food that she was looking for was right in front of her. Yet, despite the bread, with its faint aroma of the flour and its fillings rushing into her nose and exciting her, (... więcej)

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