Heavenly-Penelope
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of Human souls and Fantasy
How wonderful it must have been for the human kind to roam free of flesh bodies, and glow among the nature we call earth; to freely dance like the colorful sprites, turning nights into an act of the northern skies, delicately laying upon strong branches and sweet green grass.And to think,we wonder where the flight of sprites and the songs of sirens came from.
How funny it must be to look through these old pages, and have a sense of longing to the tales, various colors the freedom! A rush of energy at the thought, "These tales could have been mine"
Through the whirl, something speaks, "I want this to be my story" battering at the conscious, o
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Literature
Song of The Siren and Mermaid 6
Monday- 11-3
Penelope sighed, as she stared back at an empty fridge. All around her, the cabinets were drawn open, looking for at least something to make breakfast with. "Nothing at all?" she murmured to herself, looking now in the freezer. Empty as well. "Gosh dang it…"
"Bonjour!" Francis cried out, letting the world know that he was wide-awake.
"Francis must you be so loud?" she said, rubbing her temples. "Ah but it is a beautiful day!"
"Yeah, and we have no food"
"No food! No, the awesome me does not approve!" Apparently, Gilbert had awakened as well.
"I don't believe I asked for your approval or not" she said, sitting down at
Song of the Siren and Mermaid
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Literature
The Music Box
The music fluttered off the page, steady like a heat beat, paper unfolding as the melody continued on, watched by bright green eyes, freckled in blue. The paper was now surrounding the light wooden box, with carvings of birds and tree's that grew music notes. Little hands side over the box, feeling the carvings and the little bumps that appeared over its otherwise smooth surface. A hand ruffled Brunette hair, curls now tangling with each other.
The small hands pushed off the one on her head, annoyed that her attention was taken away. The owner of said hand sat down in an old rocking chair, watching the fireplace, the flames glow licking at t
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Literature
of Human souls and Fantasy
How wonderful it must have been for the human kind to roam free of flesh bodies, and glow among the nature we call earth; to freely dance like the colorful sprites, turning nights into an act of the northern skies, delicately laying upon strong branches and sweet green grass.And to think,we wonder where the flight of sprites and the songs of sirens came from.
How funny it must be to look through these old pages, and have a sense of longing to the tales, various colors the freedom! A rush of energy at the thought, "These tales could have been mine"
Through the whirl, something speaks, "I want this to be my story" battering at the conscious, o
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