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Deception is Love, Chapter two
Deception is Love, Chapter two:
"Looks like I finally got you."
The chained hero couldn't see the person's face, but their voice sounded familiar.
"You thought you could run away?"
With a smirk the chained boy said: "Green, for all the time we've know each other, you've still haven't founded out that I don't think, I know."
Green's fists clenched with anger, "Then you should know, that we were best friends and the path you've chosen lead you here, to death."
"This path didn't have to end like this, Green, and you know it."
"What makes you say that!?" The sound of his voice: anger, hatred, sadness; the violet hero slightly inched back. He pulled himself back together.
pulling on the chains, Vio inched closer to his brother. "This wouldn't have happened it you only trusted people!"
"You know I trust people!" Green's voice lowered in his anger. But Vio's got higher, "Only the people who bow down to you and
Deception is Love, Chapter one
Deception is Love, Chapter one:
His eyes opened slowly; first only seeing shadows and blurs. When the picture was clear enough to make out figures;
"A jail cell?" the boy asked himself. He tried to move but the pain in his wrists and
stomach was too much,
he tried not to make a sound from the pain.
There was a slight iron taste in his mouth, "Blood? B...but how?" he tried to move again,
trying to dis-mind the pain. Suddenly he stopped at the sound of foot steps coming from down the hall.
Could it be someone here to rescue him? Or the one who locked him up in chains?
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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