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The minutes crawled by. I fought to stay awake, lost in a haze of exhaustion and fear. The monster was still crouched over me. Realizing I wouldn't be easily tricked, it stopped humming and just watched me, its rotten eyes roaming over my face. Then its gaze shifted to Sophie, lying beside me. "Sophie, Mommy has a Christmas present for you," it said in my mother's sweet voice. "Open your eyes and see." Sophie whispered, "Mommy?"

her mother said, showering her with kisses as she began to sing ; "In the darkness, I will be your light. My little baby, don't you cry tonight. Don't worry, my baby, I'm here for you. Everything is going to be alright, I'll see you through. In your eyes, my heart beats strong. In this world, we will face our fears." Brindle clung to the memory, her mother's soothing voice echoing in her mind. She continued to softly sing to herself, her voice trembling with tears streaming down her face... "But with love, we will dry our tears together. I'll sing this song, all night, all day long."

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

He’d have to do that when he got home from here and then keep a very close eye on everyone. What he found was a memory of the past ringing with a lilting voice of his mother as she read a new poem, she had found but fit so well into their lives. It was as if they had made it for this moment. Max had missed most of the opening refrains of the poem. But it was as if it spoke to him, and his mother claimed the title was, ‘Twas the Night Before Yuletide’ by C. C. Williford. It spoke of everything thing they were doing and what made it special. Why it’s done and reminded everyone that rebirth was here in the strengthening of the very sunlight.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

The rider makes a pecuAmyr commotion a second time around the night, and like every time it looks like a hisseo-wail combination. "What was that?" Roman asks, curious. "Did he say something?" I request to know, in the future. He said, heavenly for damnation, Jose reacts to us after a couple more seconds. I can see his shoulders set under the texture of his dark shirt. "Is that something to be thankful for?" I shrug at the product question. "Ask him one more time," I silently request the official. "What do you expect of us?" The rider gives another murmur, lower than the last two and significantly longer, too. He said: we are the Wild Hunt. We chase until the end of time. People who chase wit

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.

“Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.” “What?” Quintus stammered, his anger going in many directions. “It is Lammas, a high holiday for us from all time we know.” Drust stepped a bit away from them, both arms up high when he said Lammas, but he dropped them soon after. “Today, this very evening, I’ll have my vital sacrifice and you will all go out and be a part of it willingly. My hands won’t get wet with your blood a single drop.” Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.”

Black spots dance in front of my eyes before me. Sleep covers my senses, drawing the pain away and I hear a familiar velvety voice screaming my name. "Aurora!" A pair of baby blue eyes flash in front of me and fade away into black darkness. I won. ****************

~~~ You're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high Follow me through the dark Let me take you past the satellites You can see the world you brought to life, to life So love me like you do, love me like you do Love me like you do, love me like you do Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise