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The World's GreatestI used to be the king of this world, a lonely, homeless man muttered as he walked along the crowded Manhattan sidewalk. He scrunched his nose as a foul smell wafted through the air, and nearly gagged. I never let my land get this disgusting.The man continued his aimless trekking, crossing roads with the inexhaustible mass of people who, seeing his wispy gray hair and ratty clothing, kept a respectable distance. His self-contained musings kept him occupied, and though many of those who walked past heard what he said, most dismissed his comments as the talk of a crazed man. He said he was king of the world, but with his wardrobe, he was no more than a sewer-dweller. My world was never this disgusting, he repeated, appalled by the state of the city.As he turned into a dark, grimy alley, pulling his two overcoats close in the early August evening to ward off the cold, the mans disgusted demeanor turned nasty. See what happens to the world w
Locked in a Room with an AngelI'm locked in a room with an angel,So why am I so scared?Is my love for her so obvious,My fluttering heart so unprepared?Can I take a moment to calm myself,Or will her smile send my mind racing?I'm so afraid, yet my passion's enflamed,To know that no more obstacles need facing.She's here, my angel, with me, alone,So beautiful, glowing, smiling at me.I reach to her, falter, is this for real?Shes smiles, and then that's all I see.Her delicate lips, her gentle touch,They're all I feel, and all I want.Her body so stunning, her emotion so strong,So perfect, buy yet, she ne'er need to flaunt.Our embrace can last to eternity's end,Love so perfect it can never be topped or beat.I leave my heart with my angel till we meet again.All I need keep are memories of her, so sweet.
Love Through the YearYou're the Spring in my step,My Summer Sun.The cool, refreshing Autumn breeze,A perfect snowflake, Winter's only one.Throughout the year, I see and hear,Whether bad, or weather clear,You're everywhere I stop and stare.Times may be bad, but I don't care.From a warm and calming ocean breeze,To the crisp and pure December freeze,In multi-colored October trees,On the wings of April's honeybees.In the June, July and August heat,My heart can't afford to skip a beat,But your warming presence is in the air.Whenever I feel it, I know you're there.From hectic September to chilly November,Your calming aura helps me rememberEvery one of my memoriesOf your flawless voice's melodies.December through February coat the world in white,Creating a beauty that's out of sight.It reminds me of your radiant glow,Purer than anything I'll ever know.March, April and May fill the planet with birth,Inciting within me giddy joy and mirth.I see in the flowers your cheery complexion,And sp
Angels of Night 1Prologue"I am an angel of the night. One of many, but one of only a few. I am a devil in the moonlight, one who will kill, one who will save. I am as beautiful as I am ugly, and as powerful as I am weak."I must have used that paragraph in a hundred interviews, essays, and books. All of them referring to who I am. Me, Rina Celeste. Me, a vampire.Chapter One][Night LightIt is a beautiful thing, to see as clearly in darkness as in light. To be graced with more strength than any man. To be blessed with the ability to seduce whomever I want, with no more effort than a smile and a stare. It is a beautiful thing, but a dangerous thing all the same; a deadly combination of power and control.Vampires like me live, hiding in plain sight. We go to school with the normal children, we play with the normal children. We know our fellow vampires by face, and we know our brother
Angel the Beautiful Outcast 2Chapter 2 - "Servitude"I woke earlier than my Angels, as usual, and contemplated what was going through the kid Courtney's mind as I showered. Though I never much cared for what my captives were thinking, this new one was different. She was the youngest I'd ever taken, the twins having been two years older when I captured them. 'So what?' I asked myself, staring at my reflection in the slightly fogged mirror in the bathroom as if debating the image I saw in it.I shook my head and turned away, still wondering why I cared. When I was dressed, wearing a loose black tee and black jeans as I normally did, I gave a final look at my reflection. My gaze rested on my face, innocent and deceiving, and my green eyes grinned darkly as my mouth did the same. "Good morning, Grace," I called as I left my bedroom, stepping into the Angels' room next to it."Lucie," Grace muttered groggily, having woken with my call. "What d
Angel the Beautiful OutcastBook One - Escape"Put your hands on your head," the Chaser said, his gun pointed squarely at my head. "Now."I responded obediently to the man, slowly bringing my hands to rest on my soft, silky brown hair. "What's wrong, Sir?" I asked, innocently.As he cocked his firearm, taking aim carefully, he laughed. "What's wrong is that you think you can trick me. I saw your wings, Angel," he said, spitting the last words at me bitterly.I gave the man a small, dark grin and threw myself at his chest before he could react. With little effort I dragged him into the air, rising thirty feet before stopping and tearing the handgun from him. "Two things you missed, Chaser. First, bullets can't kill me," I said as I tossed the useless weapon to the pavement below. The metal hit the ground and clanged sharply, but the noise was quickly eaten up by the sounds of the city rushing into the grimy alleyway.