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Snow Pain Emmalynne was breathless, the cold constricting her lungs. Her fingers became numb minutes ago from the drastic drop in temperature. The snow was impeding their trek through the wood, which greatly agitated the man that led her. Cheeks flushed and nose dripping, Emma bit her lip in worry. Her mommy and daddy must definitely be worried about her by now. Making a rash decision, she stops, dead in her tracks.
"I'm going home," she stated, determined not to let the man move any further away from her home. Her heart pounded against her chest as the tall man turned dramatically, his eyes seething in anger. Emmalynne's breath caught at the sight
Snow Fury Sinclair rushed through the trees, his long nails crushing against the bark as he rounded corners and propelled himself further in. Emmalynne's scent was still strong, still very much so alive much to his relief. The ancient vampire snarled in disgust as the stench of another vamp burned his nostrils. It was like burnt thyme and drowned roses, decaying inside a human carcass. His eyes shined like a brilliant ruby, anger flowing from his body in radiating power. Sinclair was terrified that he would not reach her soon enough.
The man had to leave Randall and Cherry behind, his yells and fits of anger distant as he grew farther, poor Cherry's
Snow Pixie The man sat off to the side, laughing with two mortals as they sipped cups of earl grey. As he continued his end of the conversation, he kept one eye on the small one that ran about the garden. Her strawberry-blond curls bounced as she chased after a zipping snow pixie, her laughter echoing through his ears. Lancing back at the man and woman beside him, he smiled and nodded in an agreeing way.
"My dear friend, you must relax. We are home and are supposed to be having a merry time. Leave the child to her own devices. She'll be fine," the man employed with a hearty laugh.
Nodding solemnly, he directed his attention away from the girl with
Snow Child Frozen in time, her body chills to ice as the snow around her becomes thick with blood. Head tilted to the side, her neck clearly exposed, two puncture wounds stare at the sky. In the silence of the night, her heartbeat slows to a murmur, desperately clinging to life. Her eyes of soft sapphire fade into a clouded abyss. Mouth hanging open, her last words balance at the tip of her tongue as her chin shakes in pain. Tears well together at the rim of her eyes and tumble down her cheeks as, at last, her heart stops its beating, the life drained from her body.
Footsteps crush the snow beneath his weight as he makes his way toward her lifeless b
You are the person I cannot lie to.
You the one person my heart yearns for.
You're irritating and demanding.
You're playful and adorable.
You make me want to beat you up.
You make me want to hold you down.
You are the person my heart skips for.
You are the one I could never give up.
You are a person that I would never want to worry.
You are the one I love and dislike at times.
You are the single person who knows me best.
You are the one that I hope will always look my way.
You are the only person in the world I want to hold me.
You're intelligent and sweet.
You're handsome and modest.
You can be ridiculous at times.
Fox and the HoundTime flowed freely in the land of lasting cold. The frost bites at the drooping branches of nature's children as rays of sun pierce through the crystal ornaments. Silence resonates past the slumbering creatures, ranging from enormous to tiny in the blink of an eye. Above, the skies are cloudless and pale, no flights overhead to disrupt the elegance. With this elegance, the wind dances the waltz with the snowfall as its partner. Gliding across the landscape, Wind and Winter Tears coat layer upon layer of white upon the earth.
A whisper then tickles the ears of those willing to listen. A soft lullaby, a story of warmth, fills hearts and minds
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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