Random Verse Novels & Stories

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group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper Author DangerBeanz Fan Page I apologize for the horrible rhyme Roses are red and I love cheese curds It wont let me post without 100 words.

--- **The New Dawn** At dusk, a sapling sprouts where the Verse's ship fell. Its bark is gold. Its leaves are static. And its face is *mine*. **"Hello, Mother,"** it says. **"Let's play."** The survivors kneel. Ravel raises her gun. And the horizon cracks open, birthing a thousand fractures. **The hunger never ends.** **It multiplies.**

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The most romantic way to get railed.... i know, I’m a poet. Worship me. But listen to my poetry first. The most romantic way to get railed is by easing into it and saying something sweet, like perhaps;

Vague verses, penned by seers long gone, dance across parchment, each word a delicate brushstroke in the painting of fate. The new character's eyes scan the verses, absorbing the enigmatic words that seem to echo across the ages. It's as if the ink itself carries a kind of magic a magic that connects the distant past with the present, and perhaps even the days yet to come. The prophecies speak of intertwined fates, of a hero whose journey spans realms and a newcomer whose arrival ignites a spark of destiny. The verses are a puzzle, a mosaic of meaning waiting to be assembled.

Would you like? Debbie to Abby; ‘Absolutely that’s what I need nowadays. Just please give me one hour for my system to be ready. Abby replied: ‘You want me to go out? Debbie, ‘Nope, stay here. I know that you’re doing your work while waiting for me. Debbie sat beside Abby in the sofa. ‘Just relax Abby. I will not do anything that will put you in trouble. Unless, we’ll both agree to do something naughty, Debbie smile and winks at her. ‘Uh, let me get something, just give me a minute. Abby went to her room and took the Ukulele. ‘I want to dedicate this song for you. I hope you will like it.’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.”

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

she asked in wonder “I come up here sometimes, to think, most of the times, to get high but I enjoy the view all the same” I replied, stuffing my hands into my pocket and taking a deep breath, looking up at the shinning moon “Its peaceful here, a complete opposite to my life down there” “Tell me about it” she grinned back at me before turning back to the view “Its so beautiful up here” I stepped closer to her and slowly wrapped my arm around her bare shoulders, I felt her stiffen but relax almost immediately

“Tonight is about us. About beginnings. But before we step into that new chapter, I wanted you to carry these words in your heart—my truth, my apology, and my promise. But first, let me begin with a small verse: A flame in dusk, fierce, wild, and free, With emerald eyes that burn through me. No jewel, no light, no sorcerer's frame, Could ever hold your fire, your name. And when you smile, the heavens pause, As if in awe of what you are. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Ron. Not just for how you look, but for the way your spirit blazes, so full of life, of feeling, of love.”