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“I want to drink martinis, Lucas. Can I have martinis? Please?” He squints his eyes at me, “No.” One word, yet there's so much certainty in it. Well, I guess my want ro drink martinis will end right there. “How about we dance?” His face lights up when the DJ plays another Bruno Mars song. It's a remix of two songs, but right now, it's the song ‘Marry You’ blasting in huge speakers. “What? I don't know how to dance.” And also, I want to add how ironic it would be if we dance to this song. It exactly states how dumb and reckless we were before for wanting to get married without the presence of love. But the part that the wedding didn't come true is what makes it ironic to me.

I shudder to imagine how I will survive it. But in his lust, Marty made a fatal mistake, a mistake which he is paying dearly for. And then, just like that, the light in his eyes goes out, his bleeding heart stops and he is no more. Lord…Marty of Crimsonhill is dead. By my hands… I turn away, frantically crawling towards the door. “Open up! Open up! Let me out!” I cry, banging my bloodied fists against it. I do not care who comes anymore. I believe that with Marty dead, none will dare to touch me. Weakened as I am, I am still the head of Morningstar, and with me as Marty’s supposed mate, no one would dare lift a finger against me. No one except maybe –

She sang in a nonchalant way, almost as if she were in a trance, and when the song ended she slumped forward before gaining her sense of self back, "Lucy, what the fuck was that?!" "That was an answer to my question. Meet Milo, a 20-year-old man who died too soon, and upon reaching the gates of Heaven was rejected for questioning the big man himself. You know, God forbid man to sleep with a man as he would a woman and all that shit. He fell from the heavens, as we did, but instead of fighting and being sent back to his body he gave up on his life and fell all the way down here. If you want more proof, just listen," I said, signaling to the monitor as the song changed with Milo's mood, from f

Mark became so comfortable and confident that he began rhythmically nodding his head to the club dj's Latin hip-hop mash-up of Daddy Yankee, De La Ghetto and Vico C. There was a sinister reason behind why 2Pac wasn’t fighting back. He was scanning Mark’s suit to see if he could find any integrity violations. The metal soldier went through his database of past prisoners he executed, and he searched for the cleanest and most efficient way to kill Mark.

'Coz when nothing seems clear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Weary heart You'll be safe here Remember how we laughed Until we cried At the most stupid things Like we were so high But love was all that we were on We belong And though the world would Never understand This unlikely union And why it still stands Someday we will be set free Pray and believe Refrain 2: When the light disappears And when this world's insincere You'll be safe here When nobody hears you scream I'll scream with you You'll be safe here Bridge: Save your eyes From your tears When everything's unclear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When

Total fail. “Dammit! Too short!” Curse my defective DNA! I can’t see! Where did they go?! Is she putting her hands in Mick’s pants while I hang out with the stink-ass toilet seat? “Help me!” I yell. “Someone open the door! I’m locked in this shit hole!” No one can hear my cries for rescue over the sound of the music and happy crowd.

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

"I've changed my mind. Letting you die like this would be far too merciful. I want you to watch as your whole body rots away, and yet there's nothing you can do about it. After all, a living hell is so much more interesting. "The corrosive toxin will stay with you for the rest of your life. Miriam, your reckoning has only just begun." Miriam completely broke down, collapsing into a despair that chilled her to the bone. As the medical staff and bodyguards carried her away from the venue, the foul odor of medicine and rotting flesh clung to her, so pungent that everyone nearby recoiled in disgust. The night was deep and still, a moment meant for intimacy for my bride and me.

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

"Day and night don't mean a thing. I can't feel the light of either one. Oh my god, set me free! I need to feel the sun on my skin now, but all I feel is suffocated. Someone please, set me free! Beneath the haunting song that calls like magic to a child, a wilting flower dies. It's trapped in darkness left to rot. Oh my god, I'm lost in the darkness of my mind. A wilting flower dies, it's left in darkness here to rot, rot. I'm gonna rot." My face was against the wall as I shook. "I can't keep looking out through the window anymore. I need a miracle to save me from this hell. Come set me free!" I clawed at the walls. "Dissociating, lost. A truth I hate to know. Oh my god, I'm lost in the dark