Story Book Romance A Life Time of Love

Wrath, He possesses strength, speed, reflexes, stamina, durability, senses, agility, coordination, willpower, intelligence, and instincts superior to any human. Wrath, he has greater endurance and seems to unable to feel pain unless it's severe.Wrath's dominant traits are his frankness and his utter fearlessness, shown when he remains composed in the face of great lose. Appearing hide a much darker side.

A Sin depriving the needy. Gluttony was not without guilt he was not driven by Lust. Nor was he full of Pride. He held no Wrath for the weak. He knew not how Greed or Envy felt. He was driven by a stronger need one he could not explain. He was no Sloth for he would drink the oceans dry without a second thought, or rather there was no second thought.

I am often mistaken for love. I am open and embracing. A warm sensation, unrelenting Lustfulness everlasting.

She sits at a table in the middle of a crowded plaza. Surrounded by people who adore her. They would tell you they know everything there is to know about her. She talks as it's expected, She knows all the right words and all the right expressions. She knows everything they want to hear. I could not hear her talking or see her laugh . All I could see was perfection cracking.

I Still remember how I felt the moment I met you.

I feel the words slipping. My mind blanking. My heart stopping. When I catch you looking my way.

On the moment of waking, within the shame comes bliss, Lost and unaware, Uncaring as the world vanishes. With a Glancing look as they started to fall. Lost forever in the abyss of each others thought.

She fell from the highest point of the highest order. She continued to fall into a world she had never dreamed. A world of many many colors. When the Black and White angel fell the world began to bleed.

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Set The Butterfly free, The boy screamed with all his strength from across the courtyard. Everyone turned and went silent. Stunned to see a tear slip from his cheek and fall to the stone beneath his feet. It could almost be heard echoing, There thoughts before on only the winged demon girl in chains before them. The beauty of it only the boy could see.

    84 years later, a 100 year-old woman named Rose DeWitt Bukater tells the story to her granddaughter Lizzy Calvert, Brock Lovett, Lewis Bodine, Bobby Buell and Anatoly Mikailavich on the Keldysh about her life set in April 10th 1912, on a ship called Titanic when young Rose boards the departing ship with the upper-class passengers and her mother, Ruth DeWitt Bukater, and her fiancé, Caledon Hockley. Meanwhile, a drifter and artist named Jack Dawson and his best friend Fabrizio De Rossi win third-class tickets to the ship in a game. And she explains the whole story from departure until the death of Titanic on its first and last voyage April 15th, 1912 at 2:20 in the morning.     —Anthony Pereyra     After winning a trip on the RMS Titanic during a dockside card game, American Jack Dawson spots the society girl Rose DeWitt Bukater who is on her way to Philadelphia to marry her rich snob fiancé Caledon Hockley. Rose feels helplessly trapped by her situation and makes her way to

Scared of Attachments There was once a man the age of twenty two. He sat on bench in a local park on a beautiful sunny day. July 4th it happened to be. He watched as families of verity shimmered past in festive spirits. He sat and watched the day pass he began to wonder, just what was that feeling? Was it lasting? Was it something he already knew? or was it something he already lost?  The man sat on a bench in a local park on July 4th. There he still sits encased in bronze for he is a statue frozen in fear of his own attachments.

On a cold February afternoon I set out on my usually Tuesday walk. It was a particularly cold day in Northern Maine still rather common that time of year. When I stumbled across a mother cat and her 3 white kittens which I hardly noticed tucked under some cardboard boxes in the snow. Brought them home for warmth and took them to the local not so close Animal shelter. Ended up leaving with Three Unusual best friends. Love Exists it's just not always noticed.