At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on January 7, 2016 at 05:15:27 AM by Cliche
Cliche Setting fire to our insides for fun __________________________________________ Over. The world was over. Her life was over. She had been abandoned. Surely no one would want her again after being laid to waste. Never again did she want to feel the cold, steel grip of love on her heart. She ached just thinking about it. Then again, was it really even love? True love would have fought for her. True love wouldn't have walked away while she cried and begged why. But she had been so sure. She would have bet her life on it being love. What even was love, if it wasn't what they had shared? Would she ever feel real, unadulterated love in her life? No. Never again. I'm done. Cliche spat bitterly as she sat atop a large half-way up the falls. It was quiet here. Peaceful. Delicate, caramel tainted paws fiddled with little pebbles as her mind wandered, taking her insecurities and running with them. Making up scenario after scenario of what ifs. What the cream colored she-wolf needed was a distraction. Some one of something to come in and take her mind off of her heart's weak throbbing. A pack perhaps? She shook her head at the far-fetched idea. She had never been much of a socialite. A pack would probably cause more harm than good. But what then? She couldn't just walk up to any random varg and ask for a chat. That's not how the world works. Cliche mumbled flippantly and chuckled humorlessly to herself. What am I to do now? I no longer have purpose. How do I find meaning again? __________________________________________ And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, To distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I'm forever missing him. And you caused it. / Fae / Teen / |
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- Time heals
allmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene January 8, 2016 at 05:16:29 PM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche January 19, 2016 at 08:24:44 PM
Time healsallmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene January 22, 2016 at 03:19:44 AM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche February 9, 2016 at 01:51:00 AM
Time healsallmost things...I heal the rest - By Hellene February 9, 2016 at 03:04:08 PM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche February 24, 2016 at 04:55:52 AM
Time healsallmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene February 24, 2016 at 07:14:57 PM
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