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His piercing eyes burned with anger as the flame of ice licked within the innards of his glowing irises. White points shone in his pupils, shining with a white-hot sheen.Ellie Mitchell studied his lips as he spoke in words that she could not hear. She refused to. They were pinker than usual, unlike his pale skin (they always seemed to match it) which was not even beige. His scent was close to her nose, embracing it gently as he bore down on her. It was thick and rich of some unnamed anomaly, but there was this hint of nicotine ― even though he barely held a cigarette between his lips these days.His raven curls bounced as yet another accusation to her actions arrived. Face screwed with fury, Sherlock stared her down the barrel."Never shoot! Never! Do you ever hear me? I told you not to -" he rasped, the loud voice making her wince for it seemed to be stuck in that one pocket of space. The walls of the flat subdued it to a mere loud bomb, like a firework in a single room with egg cartons to keep the sound from leaking outward into the outer world and into the ears of its bound inhabitants.Ellie was glad John wasn't here to see this. But, with this thought coming in between Sherlock's shoutings, she was sure he had seen plenty of outbursts like this one.His pale skin glowed in the moonlit room. No lights were on except for a lamp in the corner, but it was barely needed for the full moon was so bright that it could have been considered unnecessary.Sherlock went on to explain the finest details of her mistake ― which was usual with the cases that he took her along to.Normal, she tried to say to herself, but it wasn't working.…

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Magic can be many things: the last rays of sunlight calling out to the fireflies who want to catch it, the ocean, which holds more secrets than we do, and the simple love of the simplest things. Everything has magic in it, light and dark, good and evil... But what people don't realize is that, in every one of those things no matter what it may be, is poetry.…

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Seasons, yet so much more. I'm proud to present a collection of my own poetical pieces, inspired by the works and transitions of nature. This special compilation has them all covered: the thaw of winter, the turning of summer, and in between. Much of these poems has been treasured and appreciated by family and friends. Some are old, some new. This where nature has taken me. Where will it bring you?…

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Pollution had enveloped Earth in a seemingly endless cycle of destruction, chaos and failure. The human race was deteriorating, the wind had died down to a light breeze which only brought forth more of the gasoline-scented breaths of yesterday. Death was so often that it at last became quite normal. For everyone... Except one girl. Now the journey to a new world begins. But can they survive the launch?---Written for the Science Fiction Contests…

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A modification of a regular beast, or a creature that's just another hunt? ---Written for the Science Fiction Contests…

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When Sarah lands herself in a strange, almost dreamlike world she soon discovers the thoughts and touches of a man she did not know would have such a tender side to him. Jareth loves her, he would do anything just to keep her with him; but is one dance enough? ❥[A short story, this my adaption of the famous "Labyrinth" waltz scene. A spark of inspiration, I hope you will enjoy this piece of mine that I have brought forth. Not everything will be accurate! This is all mostly (besides changes in the editing process) originally from what came out through my fingers.]…

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[Finalist in the #CreatureFeature Science Fiction Challenge!]-Emails coming in from an old, 2016 computer (one that dates back more than a few decades) from a long-lost scientist that went missing just after an experiment gone wrong bring odd suspicions to a young college girl's mind as she reads and digs up secret after secret about this supposedly escaped 'mechanical flying man'. They suggest a hidden, covered-up experiment that the government and a now-abandoned research facility tried to keep classified.She thinks it's only research, but what happens when the rumors turn out to be true?And that it appears directly in her patio?---Written for the Science Fiction Contests…

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Perhaps it was an apology he gave to them, that was of the gift of snow that came later on. And the memory of the love of the girl and the way she had danced in the falling flakes of shaved glaze that were coming from the glistening ice angel's face and body seemed to escalate its meaning. Cut with blades never meant to hurt anyone but the green figurines of the people's gardens and the mysteriously frozen majesty of the bricks of rime. It all happened there, it all began to meet its end. He unwillingly wanted to cause harm yet ended up doing the opposite instead.She looked to be just like the ice angel. Her eyes matched the warmth of the dark night as they gazed at him with a deep sort of . . . something, tied behind them. But it looked like what he saw a long time ago: fear, disappointment. And these, including that of pity, he saw in the eyes of those way down the steep and mangled hill, wherein the neighborhood they resided.It was all his fault."Goodbye."◈My adaptation and take on one of the more famous scenes in the Tim Burton movie, ❝Edward Scissorhands❞. A short story.…

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That night the stars looked different. Aurora, who is left all alone - as usual - is, after making one, gifted a wish from a star, or perhaps many. And it literally crash lands into the forest beyond her tiny, isolated trailer. She goes out, and is unsure if she can handle what this star has given her. Or if the very star itself will live at all. It was her fault she wished him home. She shouldn't have done it. But what's said, is said. ★[In memory of David Bowie]…

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A small dog ventures beyond his house to find out how things are made. He comes across and wonders about many magical things, but how are a few of the most magical things made, like stars, friendship, and home?…

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Lazy Snow, I'm falling for you.Warm and right, Cold and bright, Your arms around my ribs.…

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A crow finds a witty way to end a dragon. Will he succeed?…

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Do you think demons could love? I never knew until he forced me too.…