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The Gypsy Prince Ch. 2Caroline Burgess smiled politely to the hostess of the dinner gathering, a Miss Dashwood. Miss Dashwood’s gown was a lovely peach silk, accented with cream lace. The effect made her skin simply glow with a rosy blush. Caroline was dressed similarly, but in her favorite sky blue satin and silk gown with an even lighter blue sash. It seemed all in attendance were dressed to impress.The Gypsy Prince Ch. 2
“Miss Burgess, how wonderful it is to see you!” cried Miss Dashwood, placing a gloved hand lightly over her shoulder. “It has been said you’ve fallen ill as of late.” Caroline stifled the automatic cough that had risen from
by ~Prosepositive
The Gypsy PrinceThe Gypsy PrinceThe Gypsy Prince
Through the veil of darkness, a feint shadow shifted across the wide horizon. The rider, swathed in a black cloak, kicked his horse to a gallop; the midnight stallion’s response was instantaneous as he was in tune with his rider. The sound of the stallion’s hooves rebounded over the soft waves of grass to the forest, where they were lost among the boughs of the pines. The moon was dark this night, and the stars hidden among heavy cloud.
The beast between the rider’s legs was a powerful creature, though gentle in nature. The rider could not have picked a better mount for a night such a
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SurrenderSurrenderSurrender
In the words of a melody
Of a still, summer’s night I see your hand in mine And I know this is right.
Even if I had my doubts I always really knew From the memories we made It was you and always you.
In the warmest embrace In the smile on your face
I see surrender
In the midnight murmurings
In a laugh so startling
I hear surrender
Surrender your heart To me.
Nothing seemed conventional
You and I alone
Too scared to loose humanity
It chills me to the bone&#
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Kitty, Kitty, Slave ch1This is yaoi (malexmale) If you don’t like don’t read. Everybody else ENJOY!Kitty, Kitty, Slave ch1
Reen shook his head in complete disgust, just like thousands of others in the town square. But, no, he wasn’t like the others. He shook his head at them, while they shook theirs at the hundreds of half breeds, lined up and bound, ready for sell. Ever since he was a child, he’d hated the use of the half breeds as slaves. He’d hated how society used them and then threw them away once they’d lost all their worth. And, now, he was just as disgusted with himself as he was with the rest of the slave buyers
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look in the mirror
what you see
is the image
of what you will forever
need to be.
Perfection in flaws
wisdom in ignorance
the glass shows all
the contours of humanity
the shadow of insainty
The Perfect Face
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