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It All Started With Magic - The Sandy Breath: Sister Florence (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1343143752-it-all-started-with-magic-the-sandy-breath-sister?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=booknerdbowler&wp_originator=jPMReThI7RwzZfAwUYvTFxg6Rx6Drpa%2BioOBY5sFQOKkqGlnCL6zkxYX4TPCglTl9B%2FvJ4QYhPh9%2BtwfLZ188KIi6zMXCw5Rr6GEOhIrV8pnKIcUddOjWmWYNKqU1Frk When snooping goes wrong, will Fiona find out the information she needs before they know who she truly is? A short tale of a sorceress's struggle to hide her abilities from the creatures of the Night and get the information she needs before she is consumed by fear and ...lust? Why didn't they teach how to fight lust in her school? Well, she'll learn it the hard way here...on Earth, far away from her motherland, Cynthia.

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It All Started With Magic - The Smell Of Wet Earth: AMBER (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1339379458-it-all-started-with-magic-the-smell-of-wet-earth?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=booknerdbowler&wp_originator=1dDjWlX4SMVnpgQ2HPDsv4M4LDnGAgD2UFlJGzYcoEmIDv7AEY6Pg4CbvdaNKaedSWd%2F2EEv0fQp%2B%2BjVfmaL4ZCwHQ4Sr%2F07DWZKqXj62bhjSM4HMyAe6M4B3BGW9q9i When snooping goes wrong, will Fiona find out the information she needs before they know who she truly is? A short tale of a sorceress's struggle to hide her abilities from the creatures of the Night and get the information she needs before she is consumed by fear and ...lust? Why didn't they teach how to fight lust in her school? Well, she'll learn it the hard way here...on Earth, far away from her motherland, Cynthia.

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The Originals

How far is mankind from learning its own reality? One part story of mankind and its echoing reality.

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As a child I often questioned why most Epics were never written from a woman's point of view? Why was a wife, a daughter only a by-stander, helping from the shadows of her own room and not boldly out in the open? Why was a girl, a lady, a wife only kept under the veil of modesty like some hidden secret one must not see? But #thepalaceofillusions by #chitrabanerjeedivakaruni answered all my queries(perhaps only some) and quenched my thirst while igniting for more! From the language to the imagery to the senses, all have been appealed to! Neither fast paced, nor slow paced! Just the right dash of wind to move the story forward without making you bored! #48hourreadingchallenge #completed #readingislife https://www.instagram.com/p/CVRkwy9Brubduz2WHiFoDTMQqMJtaJv-Y6Z7p80/?utm_medium=tumblr

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"It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior." - Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey Wise words but less recognised in this world of literature and life. #booklover #booksrlife #brontesisters #wisdomwordsoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/CR7-2o8B_4QSpIdq55DEt7oTp3UsIlYoUm81HA0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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I don't know who this person is (please come to limelight Oh Great Saint O BTS arts) but I found this cute drawing of them in Pinterest! Such a cute art! I wish the artist would make more of these! Such a blessed soul! I wish I had that talent!

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My heart bleeds while she sings her song! So harp on little beast and make me cry rivers. Rivers of which you shall quench your thirst and me, I shall await your breasts to puff again as you sing, only if, even if it is to make me cry... "A life with love is happy. A life for love is foolish. A life of if only is unbearable." - Naoko Nakamura https://www.instagram.com/p/CHkfvkEhVGVnr1P8z6HD4rXh1keb1naKtaq3d80/?igshid=10zc3vh8vsw96

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Caged by the Balcony

A silhouette sits in the balcony,

With eyes wandering and lonely.

Her brooding eyes shaded with glass,

Her hair like freshly blown grass.

Her chin is rested on her palms,

Her lips contain unspoken qualms.

She seems to be lost in the world outside,

‘No, not really’, says an observing eye.

She looks so lost for she Has lost,

Her freedom, her voice that she valued most.

Her eyes are wet with unforgettable memories,

Of her and the happiness of being with her family.

Now she is caged, breathing fume,

Of fear and fever and impending doom.

She knows what or who is coming for her,

And if they do come,

She knows…

She must surrender.

For fate can be kind or cruel,

One can stay in denial or duel,

Fight for what one must keep,

Her soul or her family

And for that thought alone

She weeps.

Alone at night when no one can hear,

Her muffled sobs and frightful tears.

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Dark Demons of the Night

 The night with its dark demons

  Haunts from house to house.

  Searching for that one soul

   That is still left out.

We hear the scream

A scary dream

All men screaming loud -

"O' Lord of Heaven

We are thy servants

Save us O' Lord Save us!"

 The Night unleashes his deathly demons

His laugh evoking fear.

Child or grown

To Him all unknown

Yet he pulls his teeth - 

In a fashion of horror smile

Stained with innocent blood.

He smiles and winks

And all is done,

The place silent once more.

Though quieter than ever

The Night smiles

Calls his demons 

And disappears.

I see the Night,

From a far sight,

But fear clenching my throat;

I make not a sound,

A whisper alone

Silent tears fall down.

The night is gone,

The sky - a clear white shroud

As if to mourn 

For the death of his own.

The road is now filled with blood

Spilling all over the town.

But I wonder

"Was it the night?

Or the demon residing inside

Of every man living on Earth?

Mayhap are we the reason

For the death of innocent lives?

Are we the ones

Who took such lives

Ne'er thinking twice

About the 'Later'."

Repenting comes first

Then comes fear,

Then the Demon reappears,

Not from the Night

But from our inside

And consumes are Near and Dear. 

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If loneliness were a person, that person would've been my closest friend or more like a shadow...

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Sometimes the world seems so big that I feel lost and sometimes, just sometimes the world feels so small that I feel like I am being choked...