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Hearts to Trade: 2-True Colors{Aminri} The Bennington palace was as I had expected. It was tall and immense, much bigger than the Parsely manor. The floors and walls were all a polished white marble and there were stands holding vases of beautiful red roses aligned against the walls. The ceiling of the halls held beautiful crystal chandeliers with soft and warm flames at the hearth. I looked to my side and met my reflection. I was a terrible mess. My hair was disheveled, my skin was pale, and worst of all my clothes were wrinkled and untidy. I quickly fixed myself until Zane leaned closer to me and murmured, This isnt a beauty parlor. YHearts to Trade: 2-True Colors


Beautiful BoyI Beautiful boy who stands in oceans of faces and sin. You stand and smile, waving your hands in the air frantically as if trying to save yourself from a river's fiery depths. Oh yes, a silent, foreboding smile that snatches breaths and takes them for itself, eating it whole. You hold out your arms, wanting to be held, even though you know they will never hold you.Beautiful Boy
Beautiful boy with a mask and a play. Feigned happiness and giggles fill the air around you, almost real, almost believable. Almost. Just almost. You notice not their silent mumbles and prayers, either that or you i


Through Marble eyesThe dolls shiny black, marble eyes gleamed from the flickering embers born from the fire. It lay scrunched together in the arms of the small Alice. She held it tightly to her breast as if the doll would slip right out of her hands. A wet little something fell upon the sewn on thread that was supposedly hair for the doll. They stood before a bright fire that licked the ebony wood of the house that had once stood there tall and proud. It was once called the home of a once rich and powerful family. The wealth and power was now just as tall and alive as the house. Within the tall embers of the house were the once parents and once brother anThrough Marble eyes


The Living ArtistAnguish-dictionary definition-agonizing physical or mental pain/torment. Apparently thats what the grey/black sky felt, with the infinite tears falling as they ended in a serenade of droplets when they touched the ground. Its roar was like a lion and its sparks of anger lit the sky. Yeah, it was definitely anguished. The reason why, though, was unknown to me, but either way I couldnt care less, only for the remaining sanity left within me. The creaking noises and constant ruckus during the night because of this darn old house, how it irritates me! I groaned disdainfully as I flung my pillow across the room for the sake of veThe Living Artist
| Behold my glory, only the finest, all others are but the tiniest, unworthy, little insects compared to me, a benign, complex human being. |
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