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Lord Lich
Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.

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The Thursday Next Series - Jasper Fford
Jingo - Pratchett
Hogfather - Pratchett
Going Postal - Pratchett
Tale of Two Cities
Night Watch - Pratchett
Thief of Time - Pratchett
Monstrous Regiment - Pratchett
Stardust - Neil Gaiman
GOOD OMENS - Pratchett and Gaiman
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

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    by ice angel



     Brushes- 1| 2
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    Tuesday, March 22, 2005


    Anyway, if you're freaked out by the quality of this poem, be assured that this is a first draft. I'm only posting here cause Sharm (idiot, whacko big time) stole my idea and I'm reinstating here, that, THIS IS MINE!!! BACK OFF!!!

    Hehe.

    Anyway...

    Whispers in the Night

    Someone spoke to me last night,
    Whispers choked by sobs.
    A forgotten figment from my past,
    From a memory blurred by fog.

    Muffled cries were all I heard,
    But no longer did it last.
    She did not dare to let it sound,
    And I buried her within my past.

    A little child, crying softly,
    Wishing to be free.
    Wanted me to know she was around,
    Wanted again to be part of me.

    She didn’t dare make more sounds,
    And I didn’t dare let her to.
    This world’s not for her eyes,
    ‘Tis the only thing I can do.

    I forgot why she came,
    And why she was even there.
    I wondered why I hid her away,
    Wondered why I even cared.

    She talked to me last night,
    Pleading to be free.
    I listened to her, but in the end,
    Kept her under lock and key.

    For this world that I’ve entered,
    Is not for little Cassie to be,
    I’ve acted, made my choices
    And the results are only for Cassandra to see.

    Someone spoke to me last night,
    Whispers choked by sobs.
    I cried together with her,
    Then buried her under once more.


    Yep, It was basically fluff.

    I like fluff. I don't like the first draft.

    Going to change it if I have time.

     -capture those moments ;