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The peasants swarmed her, tuck her into the mass, and then bloodied her, punching and kicking and biting at the flesh. When dawn finally broke her body was left there, a sullen reminder of their naive queen.
The Little boy knew what it was to be without.
Without love
Without food
Without someone that cared.
Black hole
Space
Falling
Forever
Into
The
Darkness
. . .
Fallout
The woman turned around suddenly, aghast and horrified. "I should wash out your mouth for using that sort of language", she told him.
The teacher looked out onto her kindergarten class, a sea of happy smiles that looked up at her expectantly. Suddenly she realized exactly how important she was in the kids lives.
The warrior marched into battle, her hair flying and whipping about. The fierce look in her eyes was enough to make anyone tremble. She was the picture of brave, her and her sword.
Willow wands shoot up from the base of the dying tree, the last bit of life left in the barren landscape that was her backyard. Everything else was gray and scraggly, the green popped out like a whit feather against the black night sky.
The fairy floated serenely through the boughs of the willow tree that housed her greatest treasure- her magic wand.
I feel tired as a fish that has swam a thousand miled. Tired as a rabbit that has hopped a thousand pases. Tired as a bird that has flapped a thousand clouds. I am as strung out as clothes on a washing day.
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