| Out of all that I have written, this is the short story that I enjoy the most. |


Il silenzio dell'animaI once had a dream (...unspoken things...) Where I was the only thing of colour. (...shattered light...) I believed I was blindIl silenzio dell'anima


ForeplayThey spun together and then pulled apart, both skirt and open jacket accenting their twirl. Her hair, unbound and lively, bounced its red curls over her shoulders as she dipped a merry curtsey to her partner, blue eyes snapping with barely suppressed fire. Her partners expression was similar, his darkened green eyes holding the saForeplay


Be ProudBound by strictest code Loyalty; duty; honour Such as these our men.Be Proud


If Tomorrow Never ComesHe paced back as he waitednot very patientlyfor her. He wasnt upset, merely nervous. After seating himself on a hard, cement bench luckily under a small red maple, he started cracking his knuckles until he remembered that she hated that particular nervous habit, and stopped himself. He jumped to his feet again and resumed his pacing. Is she late? He brushed his red hair off his forehead with a huffing sigh and began to absentmindedly crack his knuckles.If Tomorrow Never Comes
Hey, Mark! a clear voice sang out. He spun quickly around, facing in her direction.
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