
WastedI saw you from across the room; we spoke for just a while.Wasted by =KahReme
We laughed and told each other secrets, flashing secret smiles.
But then I awoke, that summer night, somber in my bed.
The stars were bright and the water was cold when we sailed across the sea.
We charted a course never travelled before; we sailed, just you and me.
But then I awoke, that autumn night, somber in my bed.
We fell in love and made our vows, and drank to joy and friends.
We drank to love and peace and hope; we drank to health and kin.
But then I awoke, that winter night, somber in my bed.
You fell asleep the other day; I wish I had told you the truth.
No. I wast

Razor's Edge (Prologue)Zachariah Cross laid his hand on his writhing son’s head, attempting to soothe the tremors running through his body.Razor's Edge (Prologue) by =KahReme
“You know what must be done, Captain. Alex is gone.” The older man closed his eyes and tried to steady his voice before answering.
“Have you ever lost a child, Bridges?” Zachariah looked into his subordinate’s eyes, cold steel meeting deepest blue. “Have you ever had a child, a person all your own and yet belonging to itself? Sung a lullaby to a fussy baby? Taught your son how to play the piano? Nursed them while they were ill?” He turned his back to the man behind him and smoot

Firefly CavernsOutside her house a storm raged. Anra shot up in bed as the thunder crashed and then faded into the night. The sky lit up as lightning zigzagged to the ground and the rain pounded the roof. Anra trailed a blanket across the floor as she walked over to the window to watch the thunderstorm. Plopping down on the window seat, she watched the lightning dance over the harbor. The waves surged out of control on the shore, tossing around sailboats like toys in a child’s bath. She leaned her forehead on the cool windowpane and sighed.Firefly Caverns by =KahReme
‘Looks like I’m not getting back to sleep tonight,’ she thought. She couldn’t handle st
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