"Take my hand," he whispered, holding his calloused fingers toward her, "trust me." And she did, without question. She took his hand and they leapt blindly into life, holding onto each other for solace in the pandemonium of it all. Their love was a fire; slow and small, but it quickly turned into something warm and enveloping. She fell in love for the first time in her life; she was finally happy. She opened her eyes as she felt his fingertips slipping out of her hand, only to see that he left her surrounded by the fires of Hell which she mistook for passion.
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The Raven Says Hello
RandomThis is a collection of blurbs and small writings that aren't really "story worthy" yet. I do know two of them will be used in an upcoming story I'm writing entitled "Perilous" and another was used in a speech competition I was in a while back. Enjo...
