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Her Young FriendA length of twine connects his small grey body to a young girls wrist.
She loves him.
As she walks, he trails on behind her, collecting an array of objects in his toes and fingers, so that she may add them to her special shoe box.
Everywhere she goes, she takes her grey friend; he's a loyal fella, always watching out for his best friend.
He loves her.
When she sleeps, her young guard stays awake, keeping her safe and comfortable; never once blinking his loving eyes.
At school, the bigger kids grab him, and cut his twine, separating him from his friend. She cries, but he always comes back; he always finds a way.
When she sits down and d
DreamerThe darkness swooned over its child; one lonely boy sitting scared and frightened in the ever-darkening woods.
The darkness watched, and wrapped the boy up in its arms; its cold radiating through the very soul of the boy.
A wolf in the distance howled aloud, and the child shuddered. His breath turning to a white mist as it left his mouth and was entombed by the cold atmosphere.
He shivered. This place was unknown, it was dark and frightening and the darkness seemed to hug him like a mother does her baby.
The wind whispered a harsh terror, his nerves shaking like ice.
Rain clouds began to form above him; the very presence dropping the tem
Where The Thunder RoarsAnd the storm clouds grow darker,
And the lightning grows brighter,
The thunder rolls deeper,
And my heart breaks.
Like a fire spitting burning embers,
You scar my skin,
But underneath my heart remains yours;
Tragic love story.
Like a hail storm throwing solid rocks,
You pierce my soul,
With your unending lies,
Like a raincloud drenching all below,
You flood me with your need,
To make do with what's at hand,
Instead of waiting,
To be with me
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More