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I prompted. “I am reading the epic poems by the Fae Sage Yric of Cynraed, most particularly the Paragon of Theodghar and the Deceit of Elovyn.” “Poetry,” I sat back on my heels and regarded him in bemusement. The beautiful golden-haired man was absorbed in reading poetry, or all the unusual things for him to possibly be reading in a dragon’s cave, poetry had not even entered my speculative list. “I did not imagine you would read poetry.”

It may be a hard-to-swallow pill, but anything and everything could happen. As a writer, I hope my readers would understand if my works could be seen as dark, sad, and lonely. I will do my best to give you the most bizarre ending you could think of. (It doesn't mean I won't give you happy endings, though. I am open to any kind of endings, and I hope you are, too.) I hope to see you support my next mini-novels, and stories. Thank you! Yours Truly, SUMMERBLAIRZZZ

The demonic hunger in me arose, but I successfully tamed it. My eyes went back to her sun-kissed lips. Her head rested silently against the head of the bench while the book she read was hanging on from falling by two fingers; her thumb and index. I smiled and slowly took the book from her and placed them on her lap. Still, in that bent position, I looked up and was gifted a closer view of those lips. They were tempting, very tempting, and I knew I couldn't overcome it.

To her dismay, Jane found herself walking down the hall to English with Lucy by her side, still talking, talking, talking. "I didn't know you were such a big reader, Jane," Lucy said, smiling at her. "I guess because your book-report books are always so short. But length isn't what matters in a book. I love a lot of short books, too. Just look at poetry. A poem can be any length. There are millions of wonderful poems that are only a few lines long. Like Emily Dickinson's poems. She can say more in two lines than most people can say in a hundred pages. What part are you up to in A Tale of Two Cities?"

The waves began to float harmoniously in his direction, and only stones did not allow them to get out of the sea surface. Opening the first page of the book, he began to greedily read it. Before his eyes, beautiful words filled with the spirit of old times floated. Gently plunging into poetry, he himself, without expecting it, suddenly began to read aloud, read aloud and solemnly. And with his voice, the waves, too, began to rage as if they made it clear that they were hearing him. What kind of verse it was and why with every word his heart fluttered, we do not understand. But one thing is certain, it was a verse about love.

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,

“I think that is time I leave you. I will see you later, Raina.” I looked around the room that I was now locked in. I looked through every draw, every cabinet, and through a small closet, only stumbling across a small book of poetry. I could only assume that it had been left there by the previous occupant of the room. I had always enjoyed poetry. I sat down on the bed and began reading the book. The poetry was eloquently written and quite meaningful. I could feel the emotions of the writer dripping out of every line. One particular line stood out to me as I read:

These were the things that were in her mind at that moment. She was laying in bed that night thinking about all that happened that afternoon. She took out the ring in her finger at looked at it for a long time. She closed her hand tightly holding the ring. She thought about her wedding day. Her thoughts took her to Thabo and the day she was picking up his pocket book. She had read that pocket book and saw all the things Thabo had written about his love for her. That weird feeling she had before came again. She was not sure how to feel about the new flame of love that was starting to burn. She switched off the bedside lamp and close her eyes.

she looks so cute with her shyness. Why do my sexy beast looks so beautiful in this midnight today???? "Aiden stop....!!!!tsk tsk...."She whisper yelled at me. But I didn't stop because i can't. I want to feel the warmth of her lips and taste it. She closed her eyes and tried to turn back but i grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. **************** Lara's POV

he asked and I took time to think of a perfect response to his question. "Every man wants a woman who loves him but I don't want a boring type of love, like the typical boy meets girl and in the blink of an eye, they fall in love. I'll prefer it if we start off by fighting, bickering and almost pulling each other's head down rather than just be like the typical boring, I love you, I love you too couples. The idea of driving her crazy to the point of loving me is something that gives me immense joy," I replied to him and he broke into guffaws, attracting unwanted attention.