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“Die, you bastard!” yelled Adrian. Slowly he rose into the air. The sky turned black and began to rain. “You will pay for what you have done.” said Adrian as he looked down to Kilik. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to kill her. Please forgive me!” yelled Kilik as he lay on the ground bleeding uncontrollably. “You had your chance Kilik and now it’s your turn to die!” Slowly Adrian raised his hands above his head and a ball of lightning began to form between them. It started small, but after a few moments it had grown to a massive size. With all of his might, Adrian threw the ball of lightning at Kili


LoveLOVELove
Like the wind, it comes and goes. Here one moment and gone the next. So gentle, yet so harsh at the same time. Love…. So attainable yet so uncontrollable. You want it, but you can’t have it. Yet, it seems as if it’s already there. Pain, it hits you hard. It’s what you feel when Love is taken away. It’s like being hit in the gut. You can’t breath, you can’t think… You just cry.


The Suicide"The Suicide”The Suicide
Feel the blade Across your wrist It gives you freedom And utter bliss
The blade runs deep And cuts the vein But it causes Me no pain
I put my hands In a bowl of ice And tears run down My sweet little face
The end has come And I know But my last breath Will never show.
I see darkness All around And I feel like I’m falling down
It keeps getting darker And the light seems faint Suddenly there is nothing Just the blackness of death.


Would he live?Would He Live?Would he live?
His eyes, black as night. A sign that he was a true warrior like Jet Lee. One wrong move and he would destroy his opponent. His hardened face showed no emotion at all. People claim they see him in the wild streets of Chicago bringing down evil. They are mistaken. His muscles the size of cantaloupes flex in the moonlight. His red wavy hair swayed in the light breeze. His eyes searched the long cold streets like a hawk searching for its prey. He took one step, his trench coat flowing behind him as he walked. A bird flew by catching his attention and making him stop. One chance was all he needed. It started that Monda
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