ShelleyAnderson

Dear sister; I wish that you would not surround yourself with candles- You allow them to burn bright and scent the air, flame to sing enticingly and the moth, which seeks the crackle of lilting song, to dance around the warmth, only to ignite in the hot and dry air. Dear sister; I wish you would handle social situations better- You stand tall like a princess warrior, hard as iron, wit sharp as Madame Guillotine, but don't understand that your razor-sharp tongue will cut a suitor to shreds. Dear sister; I wish that you didn't equip yourself with such dense armour. You wear chainmail, steel cuirass, arm braces, leg gauntlets and anythin

The trough of the gutter Many great men have risen from the lowest depths of society to become great. Many men have been given every advantage in life which has put them in places and allowed them to achieve things that few could have ever dreamt of. Greatness stems from some unusual places; sometimes. More often it stems from places less surprising. Not once in history has there ever been a case of a hero, falling from grace; to then rise once more, stronger than ever. At least, not in public history, the criminal underworld is always something that I have found fascinating; many will resort to the underground in their fall and so it is imp

Sakuira turned to see that she was looking at him, her expression was one he couldn't quite place. He was suddenly aware that he was still wearing his dinner suit. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and his tie was hanging loose, also that his hair was a little windswept from the breeze out on the balcony. He couldn't help but notice, and with pinpoint precision too, that she had changed out of her attire into a sky and midnight blue medieval nightgown of sorts. It must have been when he had been looking out over the woods. It seemed there was a lot of things he could not stop himself from doing tonight, and this was no exception.