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I can feel it. The blood pumping through my veins. Its power like heavy sea waves. The continuous cycle. As I run. The heart working hard to move it. Round and around my body. It reaches my face. A shot of colour, as exhaustion sets in. The blood continues to rush. My hands, my feet, it reaches them also. Warms them and feeds the tissues under my skin. Blood and something else. Raging adrenaline, it spurs me on. I keep running.. Along the beaten track, faster. My legs collapse beneath me. The circulation stills. Col


An Arabian Tale Chapter 4Chapter 4~Inlove with a princeAn Arabian Tale Chapter 4
Jaser continued leading Amena through the beautiful palace gardens, naming each flower as he went and allowing Amena to smell the sweet aroma of each one. She had never felt so content, yet Amena new that she was only here for the good of the local people. She couldn't allow herself to fall for Jaser. She just couldn't.
"Amena, you like the gardens, yes?" said Jaser gently. Amena nodded and whispered "'tis the most beautiful garden I've ever seen". Jaser smiled and lifted her chin gently with his hand. "Then why you so...shy, quiet...you are so beautiful, yet you've not told me anythin


Bittersweet symphonyBittersweet symphonyBittersweet symphony
The guy who wrote the lyrics to Bittersweet symphony, yeah he was definitely on to something. You try to make ends meet. NO! Not meat, meet. You try to change, you say you can do it, you can change. But still you walk the path into starkness. Your mind naked, open, for all the world to see. You can't make ends meet, because you can't find yourself. You can't change. Your a slave, to everyone around you. Money isn't there, friends aren't there. Nothingingness. No end.


StarstruckStarstruckStarstruck
Cameras flashing everywhere overwhelmingingly close The paps shout my name, grabbing my attention The red carpet bleeds, a pool of blood beneath my feet. I enter the building slowly, checking out the place as I go Metallic dresses flood the club expensive and glam Girls attached to the arms of hunks The rich and famous are all around.
I'm starstruck!
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