Terra A. Ezumya

for once in my sad potato life I published something I'm satisfied with - sucks that it's only the first chapter tho hehe

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The hateful woman, although clothed with sin, stained in the blood of innocence, and with a heart that if it were to be taken and buried in the ground in the form of a seed, would most likely sprout a wicked plant that would bear the most disgustingly rotten of all fruits. Still felt love for him all the same, so for months she watched the young man named Nahi from afar, feeling the black, twisted and shrunken organ betwixt her two lungs flutter like that of a wild bird within a cage. Thinking only, 'Why of all people did the great and almighty god of love pick me, Azarai of all people, to fall for someone as wonderfully opposite as him.'
          
          Clutching the place where her 'heart' lie. She came to the conclusion that the great Eros had decided to give her his own form of cruel punishment for her sins, one where her mind was ensnared by the jaws of the monsterous emotion she had alienated years before. She swore, and kicked the tree she hid behind rambling of how the punishment of death would be much more preferable than what she was going through right now.
          

When ur spine don't feel like it used to before...and your throat is sore and itchyyy...

Roses are red..
          Violets are blue..
          That second statement is incorrect..
          Violets are purple, duh..
          -something??? by me

He sat in the bar, drink in hand. He'd been on this case for weeks and leads he were following were getting cold. In fact, that was the reason he was in this bar...he was growing desparate and the man he was about to meet may be the most fundamental part to his case, he needs fresh leads and this man has claimed to got them. 
          
          A creak and faint chiming of the bells on the doorway alerted him to a new arrival. He heard footsteps approach him and a man took a seat next to the detective. "You Detective Grimm?" The man asked in a rough tone. "Yea, You Rumplestiltskin?" 
          
          The Rumple coughed and nodded. "Yea, you said you wanted leads....I'm here." 
          
          "Alright. Rumplestiltskin...I'd like to ask you a few questions-" Rumple interrupted before he could continue, "One question...only." Detective Grimm looked confused. "One question, only?"
          
          "Detectctive...if you know me...or have ever looked at my files... you'll know I'll only disclose so much information to people, and what I share comes at a price." Grimm sighed, he was afraid of this. "Yes...but only one question? How am I supposed to get all the information I need from just one question?" 
          
          Rumple grinned, "that's for me to know and you to find out...so you better think long and hard about this question bud. Because I'm only going to give you one chance to ask, and if you mess up..there are no take backs...got it?" Grimm nodded, he began to brainstorm what kind of question he could ask Rumplestiltskin. 
          
          "Grimm...I don't have all day." Rumple tapped the mahogany table impatiently. Grimm began to become frustrated, none of the questions he could think up would be able to get him sufficient information. 
          
          He took a swig of his drink then it happened...he thought of the perfect question..."Rumplestiltskin....I have my question now." He raised his eyebrows. "Hm...you do? Well ask away then."
          
          Detective Grimm looked the older man in the eye...and said:
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          "Do you know the muffin man?"