I sat in the cold room, shutting my eyes and trying to calm my shaking body. I was anxious, Nervous even. Sure, that was the word; nervous.
“Rogue?”
I looked up from my spot on the cold, tile floor, shaking as Professor Xavier ventured into the kitchen, frowning. He looked so concerned.
“What happened?” he asked as I looked at him, lost for words.
I couldn’t find my voice to speak. My gloves were gone, I felt like I was losing control-I couldn’t stand it.
“Rogue, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know. I came down here to get something to eat… a snack or some
PRLSR: The story of my life. by Pau--chan, literature
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PRLSR: The story of my life.
"..the colonies and.."
Melody Brooks yawned as she sat in her college class, trying her best to stay awake. She was staying up late studying for finals and the young twenty-three year old was the youngest of four females in her home. Even though her sisters had stayed with their parents til they were atleast twenty-one, Melody moved out on her own when she was eighteen.
She was caught by her professor, hearing her name called out, "Yes sir?"
"IF I am boring you, please tell me, Ms. Brooks." said the older man.
"I'm so sorry sir..." said Melody as she blushed, embrassed as other students turned to look her way.
An hour or so passed and it w
I let out a rough cough, hacking as my shivering body trembled against the willow I took shelter under. Thunder roared and lightning flashed above me.
"He went this way! Hurry up men Do not dally!"
Lightning lit up the dark, wet sky once more. I pushed myself against teh cold willow, wishing I could blend in and hide.
Horses hooves trampled the damn soil as the wind blew, the riders frantically searching for me.
"Sage's Sake." I whispered angerly. Had I not forgotten my cloak back at camp, I would be better off.
When I had left this morning however, I thought I would be back by sunset; I was wrong.
Little did I know that the Sheriff of N
A letter to a Dear Little Bird... by Pau--chan, literature
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A letter to a Dear Little Bird...
I never knew a pretty bird, as such as you.
I heard you talk, small words, but words all the same.
I loved getting the kisses from you-enjoying how you'd greet me when I came home.
I love how I'd sit on the floor, and you would join me on the lower level of your cage and beg for rubs. I love you.
I miss seeing those pretty orange eyes, and hearing that "HI" whenever Dad would walk into the room. I miss you already, and know you're in a better and special place-you're not in pain.
Hearing your cries made me cry hard and something break inside. We thought you were getting better, but you never were the same after Rainbow passed. I still have