I have always been a fan of poetry, but recently got into writing short stories. I am hoping that my stories can be read by others out there who can give me some helpful hints.
~Her arms wrapped around the body as he lay dying in her arms.
The storm came down with just enough force to keep the two in the car. One whom was sick to the point of death held on to his love with every inch of life. Knowing that the girl could not do anything about what was going on,
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an original poem by Autumn VanBrown
The images I see with my eyes and all that is around me
How could I have the eyes noticing the hell bound tree.
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Twice is dawn but into the night,
Life lived to the fullest when the day is bright.
What happens to those who say things they will regret?
Thoughts of taking back the words they once bet.
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~The ground beneath the angel crumbled as she was dragged along, her captures laughing as if she were a joke. Their dark snickers filled the mind of the angel girl, 'Ha. What useless holy trash. Not the most powerful now, are we? ' but luckily she found relief slipping into slumber.
It did not last. When the girl awoke she found herself in an old theatre. It was Victorian, colored burgundy and gold, with a balcony inside of the auditorium. The girl looked up and grimly thought, 'what a great place to die in'. her body was wrapped up in chains, each of them were sealed to perfection to keep her from escaping. As her wings fluttered slightly, she closed her eyes, waiting in solemn peace.
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The things that taint your mind.
Horrible memories you may find.
Though you should not care.
For the enemy is always there.
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