For those it may concern,
It doesn't differ in between silver and gold. Flaming auburn hair sparks up her face, but it must weigh like a talent of each. As for the end of the night, I'll be tarring the doors and clinging to the rocks of Shae Harbor.
She has the body of a siren like one of those girls in the Odyssey. She pulls me into her waters, and I can't seem to stop her. I know she loves to swim, but I can only float.
"We'll go out together." she has me thinking.
At least, she's making me think!
It's been a dream of nothing but nightmares, so far.
I sink to the bottom while she tears me apart with her teeth. Next to my sunken ship, I'm gasping and panicking for nothing but love, the love of Shae Harbor.
This sword of a washed up poet, the one in the eye of this audible storm, is this pen which I possess. Clumsily, I plot a deep, black stain upon the paper heart of Shae Harbor.
Moments later, I try and try, again.
"Help me! Help me!" I try but nothing happens.
Each of these girls that I go to school with are flimsy and grotesque. They remind me of those monster myths that I used to fear when I was a child. Each day, I sit at my desk with my head down while each girl in class changes her clothes to further seduce me into fearing them.
Its scary how she only does it to keep me away.
This girl that I talk about, Shae Harbor, is unique in visual appearance and formidably beautiful. Anyways, at first, I try to be high and mighty, but at last, once this fight is almost over, I always question each and every one of these tiny, open holes in my skin.
These holes are the ones that God gave me.
You haven't seen the light of Shae Harbor, quite yet!
Perhaps, she doesn't like me. Perhaps, Kyle Carver has nothing to say. If not for Shae Harbor then I could possibly cheer for him, too.
You know.
I'm finding out slowly that it's seemingly hopeless to rely on the hands of somebody else. Of course, Kyle Carver is bound to walk away with a bag of money after high school, but what is it for Shae Harbor?
Fly about within the dreams of your own!
Bang! Bang!
I would love to boil the blood of Kyle Carver and stuff this old, cut up diamond down his throat. Shae Harbor has every ill-willing right to love these loving words from the mouth of a madman like someone like me.
Yours truly,
Walter Hatwin
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Convincing Shae Harbor
Mystery / ThrillerI had to write this book, just so I could say that I wrote a book within my lifetime. This book is filled with vulgar language and grotesque imagery. Readers beware! This book is about a high school shooting which also depicts a young man's love for...
