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It starts off with hands. Slim, pale, blue veins racing under translucent skin; they are nice hands – weak hands, hands that have never picked up a hammer and nail or a shovel or a rake. They are the hands of the useless, of the dignified, of the inexperienced. Nails cut short, a writer's bump on the third – not second, third – finger. The thumbs are strangely small; the wrists elegantly frail. Breakable hands – Celtic origin. Soft. Smooth. Clear of blemishes except for a small scar between the first and second knuckle of the left. My hands. Her hands. They're fumbling against something – a wall, probably. It is fl

Roxas is a quiet kid in Twilight Town. He's got his friends, he's got a nice house, and he's got a comfortable life. He's also got a vast imagination. Every time he goes to sleep, he dreams up a world where he is in an organization that wears black coats. He isn't sure what the organization does, but he does know that he has a best friend there named Axel. A fiery redhead with a grin like knives and a temper like explosives, he always has dreams of Axel and he sitting on a clock tower, talking and laughing and spending time together. And over time, Roxas fell in love with the man in his dreams, though he knew he could never have him. One day

Back Story (Not Shown): Naminé, a very powerful good witch, has a strange power uncommon among the good witches. She is able to erase the memories of a single person or event in someone's mind. Organization XIII, a group of magically-inclined people, think that this power of Naminé's could be useful to their cause. They are a group of mercenaries with limited magic who go around doing odd jobs for the right amount of money. One job they are often hired to do is assassination, and their best, Axel, is lonely, bitter and cold. Refusing to befriend anyone in the organization, he has isolated himself. Xemnas, the leader of the group,

"I'll always wear one if you do the same. It's a red thread that will always keep us together." Kazuo Fujiwara removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion, pushing himself away from his work desk. Glancing at the clock with tired eyes, he noted that he had been at the office for at least seven hours. When he looked at the paperwork on his desk, he guessed he'd be there for another two hours or so. Father should be pleased, he thought bitterly, standing up from his chair and walking to the window. His eyes needed a rest from staring at the screen all afternoon. He needed a break in general. He had been working nonstop since he had

Least we Remember Never Forget. On this day And this day only We honour those Who bring us glory With poppies red And prayers of duty We remember Those who fought truly They fought and died For our country They rest forever With pride aplenty They left their homes In times of war To protect us From the foe And now they lie Protectors of all And we remember Why they had to fall For two minutes Take pause and rest So that we may Never forget

It’s scary But exciting Basically all on your own (Parents a phone call away, A fifteen minute drive Always close but always gone,) In charge of your own schedule (Do I want to get up? I should do homework, I think I’ll eat first,) Meeting new people (It’s frightening, It’s interesting, It’s something that’s going to make me Shit myself one day,) Going to lectures Instead of classes (Professors are talking at you, Not to you, They just spout information, And you can interrupt, And they only get some time with you, And really? They don’t care, Though they might, Overall they don’

This is just messed up. It's not even funny, how messed up this is. How can you even look at me? I'm me. Selfish                I don't know what I want                I know what I want                                Tell me what I want                                You know better than me. Uncontrollable                I don't know what to do                I know exactly what to do                                Tell me what to do                                You know better than me. Unforgiveable                I don't know why I did it                I know why I did it                                Tell m

Stirring quietly, he felt the last edges of his dream shift away. The warmth of the sun was pooling near his cheek, the heat being sucked in his comforter. He sighed quietly, pale chest lifting and falling with the intake and exhale, before he shifted, turning his face away from the light. It was then he realized there was a waist just below his breast bone. Opening his eyes slowly, he squinted through into his room. It was brightly lit because of the sun filtering in through his window, which had its curtains thrown open, the window open to let in fresh air. The outside smelled strongly of rain. His eyes focused then, and he glanced down qu

I’m looking into the world Through a sheet of glass. You’re all on one side, I on the other Separated Never quite there. My hand presses against the smooth surface I see you all laughing. Smiling. It’s so beautiful, Seeing you all so happy. I always want you guys to be beautiful And laughing And smiling And happy. Because that’s what matters. Yet when you reach out to me… You can’t reach me. I am unreachable. I am on the other side of the glass, Untouchable, There but not. I watch. I don’t participate. I love you all. Yet I can’t show it. I’m looking at the world Through