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The Bride retrieves the beautifully dyed bouquet of roses, purples, blues and whites, from the cake table and turns to address the participants. The bridesmaids and women gather in anticipation of the tradition, adorned in matching shades and hues of dark lavender and light lazuli with white shoes and petticoats.
Her long, dark brown hair wisping into the cool foreboding breeze as she scanned her friends and family. She lowered her arms draped in white as far as she could and let them fly back up, releasing the roses to fall to the next in line.
A slight and effeminate gasp left the softly tinged lips of the Bride of Honour, and she drew her hand back from the caught bouquet to find her finger had been pricked by a thorn in the bouquet that symbolized her as next to be wed.
How should one interpret such a foreboding coincidence? Is it foretelling an imperfect or difficult relationship to come? Perhaps a swift divorce or separation? Or is it of no significance? Only one thing is for certain: a certain flower shop is going to have an earful of accusation and grievance.
Her long, dark brown hair wisping into the cool foreboding breeze as she scanned her friends and family. She lowered her arms draped in white as far as she could and let them fly back up, releasing the roses to fall to the next in line.
A slight and effeminate gasp left the softly tinged lips of the Bride of Honour, and she drew her hand back from the caught bouquet to find her finger had been pricked by a thorn in the bouquet that symbolized her as next to be wed.
How should one interpret such a foreboding coincidence? Is it foretelling an imperfect or difficult relationship to come? Perhaps a swift divorce or separation? Or is it of no significance? Only one thing is for certain: a certain flower shop is going to have an earful of accusation and grievance.
Literature
Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
Literature
hannah poets
It’s occured to me -
only recently to be honest
that artists have an ability
Now I know artists have always had abilities
from hand drawn grenades to
the explosion of writing on a page.
But I finally noticed
looking at the rain
at a simple grocery store
That artists have the ability
to see past what people see.
they see the soul.
Literature
Unease
The world will face its early end
When scorn becomes the new trend
The remaining hope is our sense
Only we can save the world from its absence
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Just randomly hit in the face with some inspiration from fears and wonders.
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