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A Poem by Bec
It makes me wonder,
Every time I hear the thunder
In my mind sound again
Why I let you drive me insane
Yet again I muse
Upon the years of abuse
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A Poem by Bec
The burning light represents the 'white light' that people say you see when you pass on, where as the darkness is life as we know it. Written this yea..
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A Poem by Bec
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
They arise from my eyes with little warning
Burning my cheeks as they leave wet streaks
Cursing my s..
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A Chapter by Bec
It was a dark day.
A day of sorrow, pity, pain, and thunderstorms.
At least it should have been...
I don’t know why my father’s &lsqu..
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Compartment 114
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A Chapter by Bec
“Ravenna, have you found your escort yet?” My uncle asked me two days before the cursed ball. Go figure that Vampyres would hold a ball on..
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A Chapter by Bec
"Rae, hurry up! He expects us there in an hour!" My idiot brother hollered down to me. It's the night of that stupid ball and where am I? Fe..
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A Chapter by Bec
What happened the day after that damned ball that I spent a total of ten minutes at, shouldn't have come as a surprise to me. Dear old Uncle Drac s**t..
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A Chapter by Bec
Well it didn’t take long for me to get used to Greg being around, of course the whole Werewolf thing was kind of awkward. The week after my firs..
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A Chapter by Bec
Before I would tell Greg anything else about the L.B., I insisted that we try to contact my brother. I had to know if he was still alive… I rea..
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