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Words That Kill A Short Story By Leda Swann -- Eleni Sparks shut the heavy tome and hugged it to her chest, sighing wistfully. She loved this author's work so much... It was so intuitive, so insightful. It was as though he truly knew the mind of his murdering main character, though his writing suggested such a gentle soul. If only she could meet him! "Daydreaming again?" The bespectacled young woman started. She had been so intent in her thoughts of the author that she hadn't noticed her best friend and coworker Karina Sloan come back with their coffee. They were on lunch break at a coffee house and Eleni had been taking the opportunity

AFTER THE PROPOSAL Kaito was perfect. And Meiko knew it. His cerulean gaze seemed at once intense and kind and no matter how mad she was at him, he could always cheer her up with his idiotic smiles that always reached his eyes.  Like all of them, he could sing well, she'd heard him herself so many times. But maybe he sung just a little bit better. And while he could be serious, she knew that just on the other side was a jokester that could make even someone who had thought she couldn't laugh—someone like herself—laugh until her sides ached. But that had only been the one time. And he was patient. Even she could admit that you had

Eternal Song: A Silver x Colleen Fanfiction Summary: A slightly darker and more cynical take on the love story of Silver the doll and Colleen the ghost with an unexpected twist at the end. —COLLEEN— He didn't know my name. I didn't know his. Isn't that how relationships are supposed to start? I suppose ours would go that way regardless. Maybe at least you would like to know my name? It's Colleen. I have no last name. Perhaps that's because I'm a ghost. Yes, that's right. Since the last 50 years, I have been a ghost. I don't remember any details about my past life, so don't bother asking. Ghosts rarely do. In fact, we're rat

Once upon a time, before the world ever existed, there was a beautiful goddess. She loved making elaborate tapestries and in them she wove the feelings of loneliness she held deep within her heart. Day after day, she wove until her fingers ached, urging her to stop, but she would not. She felt how essential her weaving was, and little by little a world was created. It was a sad, lonely world; built from the goddess's feelings. From her perch high above the world, she watched. And although she had made the tiny world, she did not like it. So one day, she set out her loom and began to create a new world. A brighter, happier world came alive

September 17th, 3010 Dr. Ivy Kincaid had a thing for animals. She walked down a long hallway. The walls were lined with pictures of tigers. A quick succession of these large painting-sized photos told the tale of an unfortunate deer and a victorious tiger. It was hiding in the tall grasses. Then it was shown stalking its prey. The next one depicted the very same tiger delivering the killing blow by biting the unlucky creature's neck, severing its spinal cord and rendering it paralyzed, but not senseless. Finally, the last one portrayed the successful tiger settling down to a feast… She liked predatory animals the best. She rando