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Invitation to a ReaderInvitation to a Reader by ~Graphospasm
You find yourself standing in a field in front of a small yellow house. There are lights in all the windows. It looks like an overgrown firefly too lazy for lift-off, but the house is a rather cute one with its flowerbeds and white picket fence, so you walk right on up past a small stone gargoyle nestled in a patch of black-eyed susans and let the doorknocker fall. Some of the door's red paint chips under the brass knocker... which, you notice, is shaped like a pineapple. Strange. The door bears a shallow indentation beneath the knocker and the brown of the wood shows through in patches. This place is no stranger to strangers.
You hear someo

Kiernan's Choice~OneshotKiernan's ChoiceKiernan's Choice~Oneshot by *Rivermask13
An Alternate Oneshot from 'A Soul's Voyage'
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If I told you that I was not afraid, I would be lying.
I'm terrified almost all the time. This entire concept is just well, impossible. Looking back, I can hardly believe that my entire life wasn't some sort of myth told to the little children.
Except those stories are pleasant, where the hero never has to fight with himself. In those stories, the hero knows exactly who he is and what he has to do. There's no such thing as loss, or grief, or indecision. There are only the challenges we find in plain sight, no

Moore the FoolI was born on June 1st. I always liked the month cause that's when them beetles, all brown and shiny come out. The one's called June bugs. For the month. Emily always says if there was an April Fools' Day, then there must be a Fools' Day for every month. And if there was a June Fools' Day, then it was sure as shit must be the day I was born.Moore the Fool by *TheTerrorOfTheDeep
Emily was sayin' I was a fool. She was always sayin' things like that. It's okay though 'cause I know I ain't as smart as her. She says I'm down right foolish, but I ain't too sure about that cause lest I know I'm dumb. I don't think Emily much ever had faith in my brains, if you know what I mean, but sh
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Confession to a wolfConfession to a wolf by *kittycrime
My dearest wolf, how delightful it is to meet you. You think you overtook me by surprise? No, you are quite mistaken. I've been longing for you. Day after day I've been watching the paths you took, the territories in which you hunted, the rivers from which you drank. Why the weird look, wolf? I am merely a girl, you caught my scent. And forgive me for smelling like a fox - our paths keep crossing each other; I am cutting the tail of vulpes vulpes with silver scissors and it keeps growing back and this madman keeps stepping on the same rake. Not my fault, now, is it. I know - you can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf. But you will make an exception for me, won't you?
You look gaunt, my dearest wolf. You are running with chain snippets asphyxiating your neck - did someone try to tame you? Dupes. Come, let me take that old collar off your fine neck. Ah, stop looking at me in such a distrustful manner. We know

MAY YOU ALWAYS REST8-1-11MAY YOU ALWAYS REST by *stardrifting
You asked if I had seen the pain
To your brave and troubled past
The hungry need in your eyes
Truth revealed at last
My heart cries out
Your broken soul bleeds
To touch the sting
And know what it means
Suffering has been no stranger
Haunting every dark door
It comes as relentless waves
Like tides chasing the shore
The sun has set too many times
Leaving no sign of light
All hope bitterly lost
Closing in for the night
Love has come and gone
Lonely paths and unshed tears
Unfinished and never forgotten
Timeless, through passing of years
I want to take away
The hurt that you feel
Show you a genuine love
That is more than real
Come so

LonesomeI feel lonelyLonesome by ~Downtown-Awesome
each sleepless night I stare at my ceiling.
I feel lonely
each day I walk through the school corridors alone.
I feel lonely
each time I read a book that reminds me of you.
I feel lonely
each time I see a picture that resembles you and me.
I feel lonely
each time my phone lights up and it's someone else.
I fee lonely
because we weren't meant to be alone.
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