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Sons, many prophets will be born on earth, but keep in mind at their sowings. Great darkness will come on earth, but you will light the world, My child.
In a world full of deception, you can never put your trust upon anyone, lest you put your trust in the wrong person. Yet in this world, there was and still is only one person that I would trust with my life. That personβs name is Ce'Nedra and she is the best friend that I have ever had. There are few people that I trust and for an important reason, one that you will find out, in the story of my life.
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
devil likes cupcakes. you like cupcakes. go to helll!fceyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyykhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
... My sons, I, the Lord, tell you that it is not allowed to speak in the holy church, not even in whispering. Do not make noise, do not throw papers or candles on the floor and do not walk in front of the altar during the Liturgy.
A friend of mine once wrote of her struggles of her life with her step-mother. This got me thinking and eventually led to me writing about the emotional and physical pain that my own mother brought to me. (These are true stories by the way.)
Sons, many prophets will be born on earth, but keep in mind at their sowings. Great darkness will come on earth, but you will light the world, My child.
In a world full of deception, you can never put your trust upon anyone, lest you put your trust in the wrong person. Yet in this world, there was and still is only one person that I would trust with my life. That personβs name is Ce'Nedra and she is the best friend that I have ever had. There are few people that I trust and for an important reason, one that you will find out, in the story of my life.
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
devil likes cupcakes. you like cupcakes. go to helll!fceyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyykhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
... My sons, I, the Lord, tell you that it is not allowed to speak in the holy church, not even in whispering. Do not make noise, do not throw papers or candles on the floor and do not walk in front of the altar during the Liturgy.
A friend of mine once wrote of her struggles of her life with her step-mother. This got me thinking and eventually led to me writing about the emotional and physical pain that my own mother brought to me. (These are true stories by the way.)