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The Trainman 1Chapter 1: Ichigo Sunshine  
 
The sun was so bright. The palate of colors on the grass beneath her feet and the metal chain on the wooden swing she inhabited was condensed to just shadows and light. It wasn’t as though the world she was in was black and white; that wasn’t exactly right. It was just that…the light had multiplied, leaving only the shadows behind it.  
 
Why wasn’t her hand burning?  
 
The chain she held onto was hot, wasn’t it? She couldn’t feel it, but she just knew. She knew so many things now, but like any other dream, the prospect of this world being a fraud never came. [It’s got to be real; The Trainman 1
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Trainman ProfileLiving   
Namae: Suzuhara Sougi       Meaning: someone please tell me (Suzuhara) dispute (Sougi)   
1719 - 1757   
Occupation: metal/bronze works (started 14 - 30) alchemist (30 - 38)   
 
...Largh...bedtime...a work in progress...*coughHACKwheeze* Trainman Profile
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I"You never change, Hurt," She laughed, a green tinted bottle of some Puertorican rum in her hands, leaning with the residue of maybe two sips against her inner theigh, in that little crevice before turning to what was already used and abused. The rum was dark and frothy, thick and strong (though, a bit ironically, had the flavor of ginger and mint), something a hard drinker would rest comfortably with in a late night's lonliness. Not tonight. No, not in this room. The young man kissing her upper leg kept her happy now, instead of sucking it all out like he'd done before.   
Sometimes..Hurt could be so much more painful than being al I
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The Blue Lilies Don't Speak 32Chapter 32: Triple A's   
Find me, find me, find me, will you ever find me? Pathetic fools, I should bite off your heads. Ah, too big to chew, right? HA HA!   
"Where did she go?-"   
"I'M UP HERE!" Artemis jumped from her hiding place in the tree above, her demon's smile wide and glistening in the spit protruding from it. She looked a rabid dog, but the feline features steadily growing about her face (such as long whiskers and slit pupils) contradicted the fashionable cliché. She landed on one of the two remaining hunters, digging her short blade into his throat to spill as much blood as possible.   
S The Blue Lilies Don't Speak 32
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goodbyeJewels poem   
With winter gone and faded far  And spring beginning, starting summer  I’ll watch you in these last few days  And remember where you love to lie   
Right in the sun and on the grass  Where the shade would be  If the apple tree were still there  Right beside the wildflowers   
We’ll walk on the beach  With tears in my eyes  As you stand in the waves  Fearlessly mocking your size   
I’ll let you pull me in the park  Let you walk me, let you growl  I’ll let you watch the kids playing  I know you think you’re guarding them  &nbs goodbye
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A Simple Anatomy of RomanceFlutterin excitment  Mind bogglin distraction  Desirin  Jubilant anticipation  Reelin emotions  Addictin  Electric desire  Soul piercin  Needin  Meltin together  Sweet surrender  Possessin A Simple Anatomy of Romance
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One More ChanceI felt their cool and gentle mists  I craved the memory of how we kissed  I caught a star inside my hands  I walked across the burning sands  I became deaf to your cries  I looked past your glazed over eyes   
This age of torment wracked the soul  This tore away what made me whole  This broke my heart, and I heard unto  This helpless cry made by you  This dying soul  This gaping hole   
You missed the me unmedicated  You felt we were so lost and jaded  You heard my pleas and clenched your teeth  You could not see myself beneath  You had no clue what pois One More Chance
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A writer's dayA writer's day.....   
 
 
 
 A heavy head and watery eyes,   shining on the paper,the ink dries,   an empty cup there stands alone.   the hand is waiting,   for the thoughts to be shown.      words are circling,   and haunting the mind,   joining the thoughts,   to touch the magic behind.      but nothing comes forth,   so the papers fly,   torn by his hands,   whom words deny.      at the window he stands, looking out alone,   seeing beyond the A writer's day
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Update VI - A little boy of mine.

Fri Jul 14, 2006, 7:19 PM
~DUMI RUMI~The Trainman~TBLDS~WYSIN~

The Purpose

This is just a special writing outpost of mine, which hopefully will kick into gear after the school year is over (only a few weeks from now). I have an idea about a giant...pool of stories to create a novel. Basically, I have no clue what I'm doing. >>

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"He has his own image, of a boy with white hair.
His wings on his back, and his big red-eyed stare.
But with the flick of a wrist or the twist of a smile,
He becomes someone else, someone new for a while.
Not just one person, with one flicker in haste,
He uses all genders, all ages and race.
For every one movement, there's a new person there,
But when he stands still, it's just a boy with white hair."

An idea I've had for a while. Fungasha.

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These stories all belong to me, Madeline Jane Done Ryder Washburn (or ~AnnabellaChronos), unless otherwise specified. <3
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=Grim-away Jun 14, 2006, 10:38:18 PM
Interesting place! Now I think I can make you a nice avvie. A picture of the character you choose will help out greatly!

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"Real courage is overcoming your perzonal fearz" -- Dethay/~samisi

Why do we fall? So that we learn to pick ourselves up -- Batman Begins

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~SortofInteresting Jun 8, 2006, 10:20:09 PM
Alright, I have a friend already.


Cool.
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~The-Diaries Jun 9, 2006, 7:49:54 AM
Cool as ice, I 'spose.

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Giving up your flesh so freely...I think I'll have a taste.
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~ThegunsofNevada Jun 7, 2006, 8:46:11 PM
Thank you for the favorite.

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If you are not considered armed and dangerous, you should not be considered anything.
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~The-Diaries Jun 7, 2006, 9:27:29 PM
Welcome, welcome, loose little monster. I'd kiss you if my lips weren't made of jagged glass.

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Giving up your flesh so freely...I think I'll have a taste.
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~ThegunsofNevada Jun 7, 2006, 9:41:43 PM
I dont mind glass at all.

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If you are not considered armed and dangerous, you should not be considered anything.
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~The-Diaries Jun 8, 2006, 6:39:23 PM
Even if your lips get cut up? Now that's a compliment.

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Giving up your flesh so freely...I think I'll have a taste.
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~ThegunsofNevada Jun 9, 2006, 11:35:03 PM
Maybe I just like the taste of my own blood...

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If you are not considered armed and dangerous, you should not be considered anything.
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~Jekatierina Jun 7, 2006, 9:40:28 AM
thanks for :+fav: :)

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The Gunpowder Treason and Plot to surrender,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
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