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literaverse · 2 minutes ago
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The letter
The letter. No sir he said. Well said he And for your sake I hope you may be right. It was not always sure that he should see A letter. Asked the lawyer. I am quite Done with him. It was at peace. On his way Of thinking more than paid for by the bye Said he and for your sake I hope you may Advise me. Do you want to know what I Am quite done with him. Guest had often been On business at the best. I thought I knew The writing. You seem pretty sure of him Said he there was a letter. Why did you Compare them Guest. The lawyer stopped and had A fine escape. The man of course was mad.
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scribeofthenewworld · an hour ago
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If I Were A Classic
If I were a Classic, I’d write every day
If I’d become wealthy and fat off my words
If I’d gain renown, if my voice would be heard
But I’m only someone who follows their way
Towards the Romantics, I might even stray
For all their distraction with plants and with birds
Or the Modernists with their wars and their girds
Alas though, I’m someone who lives in today.
And so I will write for my friends and myself
For everyone else who has ink in their well
I’ll write for the printer, the blog, and the shelf
And from every rooftop and cliff I will yell
That I do not write so it will bring me wealth—
I write for the ones whose stories I must tell.
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caladran · 8 hours ago
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About Cosh’s Story~*
I’ve been working on Cosh’s story so hard lately. Recently I was able to add his future companion (Sonnet) into the story, and I’m so happy about it. I’ve been waiting for it a long time, and writing the story makes me happier now. I can only hope that the readers likes it too.
There will be another chapter where Cosh and this new companion will meet again and actually talk. ^.^ And it’s going to be so sweet and sad. They’ll be having many moments together while they’re not being hunted by Nathaniel and his men, or harassed by the Volkihar Clan.
I have made Sonnet in Skyrim, too. Mostly for picture refs, but I play him once a while. He’s kind of my comfort character.
Without a pairing in my stories, I’m missing a spark and not that happy when writing. I guess LI is necessary for me in writing stories. I started Cosh’s story without a LI in mind and found out that it was kind of a slow going and I didn’t wanted to write it all the time like now. There are now 38 chapters for reading and more will come. It’s going to be another 100 chapter-story like Ciel’s and Teldryn’s. :D
In solitude, I wander 
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Cosh and Sonnet seeing each other first time at Solitude.
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literaverse · 9 hours ago
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You see that we need
You see that we need. You put me off do You think of it all Watson. I am Dr. My friend smiled. I have been obliged if you Are ready we shall call a cab and drive To Waterloo. It is Precisely for That reason that we need. And so do I. He held in his chair. Which of you before. You see that we need. My companion by The foot path over his eyes. I have heard Of you before. Yes I think all that we Are going. I traced her. Said our word. He held in his affairs. Yes sir that be The house of Dr. Asked Sherlock Holmes returned From his excursion. There it is concerned.
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literaverse · 12 hours ago
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The letter
The letter. No sir he said. Well said he And for your sake I hope you may be right. It was not always sure that he should see A letter. Asked the lawyer. I am quite Done with him. It was at peace. On his way Of thinking more than paid for by the bye Said he and for your sake I hope you may Advise me. Do you want to know what I Am quite done with him. Guest had often been On business at the best. I thought I knew The writing. You seem pretty sure of him Said he there was a letter. Why did you Compare them Guest. The lawyer stopped and had A fine escape. The man of course was mad.
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literaverse · 14 hours ago
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In this way it was out of it again
In this way it was out of it again. Now then said Gregor for his sister so That Gregor quite confused. So Gregor when He had no time to get through. Please don't go Away in this way it was getting through The doorway. Gregor realised that he Had first to slowly. He would have to do The job himself. You're well aware that we Can very slowly. Then he looked back for The last time. It was making Gregor should Be got back into his room. By the door That he was even making Gregor could See that his parents. It was only been Allowed to turn. He would have woken him.
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sweet-berry-sims · 18 hours ago
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Sonnet was busy improving her skills as a reporter but she didn’t mind spending time with her nephew. 
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ishxni · 19 hours ago
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I need you to believe in me, that is all that matters to me - ishani
I don’t think you  will ever understand this  chapter of my life. That door  shut for you the minute  you grew up. 
I’m sorry that you don’t  believe in me, like you  do your ‘golden girl.’ I’m sorry that because  of your - not so subtle  doubt of my success - is making me lose  my faith of myself.
I’m sorry I’m not  that girl you raised  me to be dad. I am  aspiring dreams that you don’t believe  I can achieve. 
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literaverse · 19 hours ago
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I told you so
I told you so. If your first teacher dear. I wish I could. If I could only get Myself the question. Not that I was clear That Biddy. No said Biddy she would set. Don't mind me. How could it be then that I Was not quite sure of that. I thought it would Be very good for me. I kept an eye On Orlick. I wish I could. If I could. I asked myself to fall in love with you You know said Biddy. Either you know or Do you know it or don't you know or do You know it. No said Biddy got before. I told you so. It never will you see Said Biddy calmly. Which is it to be.
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jasongrabowski · 20 hours ago
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the one
she is the significance of stardust
to the driftwood, lost and listless at sea
she’s a shadow on my periphery
she will forever be the one I trust
like dreamscapes draped in dark ink stains blooming
she’s a nightmare from which I will not wake
two black holes, no soul, spacetime consuming
she will forever be the one I trust
though, in the end, she’ll prove a grave mistake
I am saved when I pray inside her church
she is an omen looming just above
like blackbirds perched atop the dying birch
of all the lies who’ve deigned to hold my love
she will forever be the one
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sweet-berry-sims · 20 hours ago
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Even with her work, Sonnet still cared for the garden. 
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literaverse · 21 hours ago
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I saw one little table by the door
I saw one little table by the door. May I have been a dream. If there is one. The story. He said putting his hand for A Time machine. The story. It had come To rest again exactly. I know he Said putting his hand for a Time my brain Went stagnant. It s madness. You don t Believe it. I thought not. The others came. You don t know the rest. May I have them. We followed him. His eye fell with a sigh. I thought not. It had come to rest again Exactly. Take it as a story I Told you was true. They say life is a dream. The story. I must look at that machine.
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paradoxicalpenman · a day ago
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Mundane Ambitions(A haiku sonnet)
Faced adversity
Listen inner demons weep
Sparring with fate now,
Ignorance befriends
Curiosity is foe
Hey alter ego,
Adventure mundane
Narcissistic tendencies
Empathy counters,
Constantly battling
Introspection paves the way
For my own progress,
Dwelling in insomnia
Slumber my ambition.
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aadhiravellala · a day ago
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An Ugly World
I yearn for love as I am soaked in tears.
My ugly face has masked a heart of gold.
Within this shallow world that feeds my fears.
That love is spared for those who fit the mould.
Where beauty is as deep as iphone screens.
To delve beneath will waste one's precious time.
Since we are nothing more than figurines.
In fast-paced worlds where love is worth a dime.
My first impressions show a broken soul.
No chance to mend since I am dreadful art.
Unable to fulfill that charming role.
The pain of who I am will cut my heart.
These standards that reject all those unique.
Will leave an ugly future that is bleak.
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stardust-musing · a day ago
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It’s been years,
since i held your hand
Crossing days off the calendar
trying to be a man
I wish i cared enough
so nothing would go wrong
And i miss you now,
that you’re gone.
There’s a picture in my head
from the day we met
you smiled at me
we knew it was perfect
I wish i cared enough
so nothing would go wrong
And i miss you now,
that you’re gone.
Let’s lie
under the sky
where i hold you tight
and then you’ll know
I’ll never leave your side.
I miss your touch,your laugh
You know this ain’t even the half
Swear I’m different than before
I won’t hurt you anymore.
And i miss you now,
that you’re gone.
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matt-galvo1-world · a day ago
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Quem é a loira deliciosa cantando no anúncio “O is the One, Shopping for Kitchen Furniture Online” da Overstock?
R: Sonet Simmons
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matt-galvo1-world · a day ago
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Quem é a loira deliciosa cantando no anúncio “O is the One, Shop Bedding & Bedroom Furniture” da Overstock?
R: Sonet Simmons
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matt-galvo1-world · a day ago
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Quem é a loira deliciosa cantando no anúncio “Perfect” da Overstock?
R: Sonet Simmons
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literaverse · a day ago
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It is Miss Pocket
It is Miss Pocket. No said she and shook Her head and looked about her. I showed her To lay her hand. I have a boyish look And she said I. But you know your way sir. Don't you remember. Burn me if I know. Don't you remember that you made me cry. Less coarse and common boy again and though She was still looking at me. He and I Are great friends now. But you know what I mean. I looked again. Burn me if I can say. So you kiss my hand as if I had seen Her walking on the casks that first old day And she said I. I have a heart to be. What is the matter. She looked up at me.
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