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How to Rob a Rich Man by the-fading-glory, literature

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How to Rob a Rich Man

How to Rob a Rich Man How did it all start? It seems so long ago. You see, then, I did not live in Florence with da Vinci and Machiavelli. I lived in a magical city. It floated on the sea itself! To get there you have to travel by boat. I was young then. Not this wrinkled pile of rags you see here before you. My hair was black, not grey and I had eyes the colour of the sea. I can tell you that my looks often gave me an advantage with the men. Ahh, I was young, beautiful, and so full of life then! Much like my city...my Venezia. All my best memories are of Venezia. My father, my family, my fr

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In Life, In Love. by the-fading-glory, literature

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In Life, In Love.

a mothers wish filled with joy she has her twins a girl and boy the twins grew up two halves of one in six short years they had their fun against all odds brother dies mama's gone and sister cries looking back it breaks her heart her brothers death tore her apart for years she wandered in a nightmaric land filled with ice and burning sand half a woman but half a girl she found a boy who changed her world when she lost all faith in man he showed her how to take hope's hand from first loves' kiss to a waltzing ball th

Dinner Reservations For Two by the-fading-glory, literature

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Dinner Reservations For Two

waiting. postponing. false reasoning. is he coming? is he coming? would you like to order now? in another minute. i swear he'll only be another minute! whatever happened to romance? to spontaneity? whatever happened to us? is it another woman? it's another woman. is she prettier? sexier? smarter? more talented than me? do i know her?

Always Waiting by the-fading-glory, literature

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Always Waiting

in the cellar waiting, always waiting. chains are choking, strangling. are you coming? don't give up hope they say. hope comes as the end. every inch of me is bared for the world to see. naked in a room full of rambunctious torturers. if only the end would come, i'm sure it would be faster than you.

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The Fading Glory by the-fading-glory, literature

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The Fading Glory

He whispers sweet nothings in her ear; her face turns crimson and she turns her gaze away. Inside her thoughts are racing; her heart is pounding noisily against her breast. She always loved his golden smile; his eyes had their own shine that magnified his sparkling glory. She longed to run her fingers through his soft, dark hair; she needed to tell him all she felt. It was then she awoke with a start; the dream fading with the rising sun.

The Pain of Experience by the-fading-glory, literature

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The Pain of Experience

Whenever I look his way my throat closes and my eyes begin to tear, And I can't help but wonder why it was me he chose. It wasn't about sex, or how far I would go. It wasn't even about his reputation or a stupid bet, Though either of those would be easier to understand. I've always gone through life alone and distained by others, That is until he came along and kissed away my tears, Telling me I was more than he could dream for. Once I asked him why me? Why the underdog? He replied with his funny smile, 'Why because we were meant to be.', As if that explained it all. We spent four of the most glorious months of my life together,

The Widows Walk by the-fading-glory, literature

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The Widows Walk

The day was warm and as Sylvia stood on the Widows Walk, She smiled up at the sun; grinning at her good fortune. Today her husband would come home to her, After spending six months at sea. The night before had been a terrible storm, But Sylvia knew he would come. He promised. She had spent everyday on the Walk, Just waiting for him; she'd wait forever if she had to. Many had told her not to be silly, To come into the town and be a part of things, But she felt guilty everytime she left her post. So she waited. And waited. And waited. And finally the day he was to return arrived! The town was in a bustle to receive the ship, Peop

Olivia's Lullaby by the-fading-glory, literature

Kiss of Death by the-fading-glory, literature

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Kiss of Death

Going for the kill, He leans in for the prize, Drinking in her soul, Through her gorgeous wide brown eyes. Slow, mysterious, careful, Describes how he moves, His hand upon her neck, His finger in a groove. Mesmerized by his, Bright red eyes, A frightened twitch, And then she sighs. His head begins to drop, Towards her shoulder pale, His fangs drop from his gums, He slowly lifts her veil. A small quick sting, And then the pain is gone, The end of a girl, A beauteuos young swan.

The Hidden by the-fading-glory, literature

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The Hidden

A story, a poem, written or spoken, an essence, Of what used to be. The end is nigh, nay!, it has passed, The times of love, trust, and happiness. The world of today shows no morality, No compassion, no mercy. What they learn they use impale others, For knowledge is power and power reigns. The meek, the mild, the dreamers just barely survive, In the world where the shepard consumes, The eagar sheep who think they're being rewarded, For playing the taunting game of Simon Says. And the rest of us are hidden in the multitude, Of swelling masses all the same. I am there, I am the one in many. I know I'm not alone, but where are the

Some say... by the-fading-glory, literature

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Some say...

Shall I go on with my prattlings of a woman in love? Some say I question reason and while I know I do, There are none who were in love who could say they didn't too! Some say I'm in love with his looks, charm, and smile, Those who got to know him would understand he's worth while. Some say I'm a dolt, an idget, a fool, Some say I'm a vixen using him as a tool. When he heard what they said his laughter was loud. He said the vixen in me was what made him proud. So a vixen am I and to that I'll agree, But goddamn the rest of ye for that makes me free!

My Home by the-fading-glory, literature

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My Home

The hurt is burning and tears are flowing freely. I try to understand but how can you make yourself understand you're losing the only friends you have. I don't know why but I try and yet it still gets worse and worse. I can only wait until the day I'm grown and I can leave this two bit town, With its lies and cries for help. I'm bleeding inside but can you see it through my glamorous smile? I feel the knives of betrayal stinging as they pierce my flesh, And I'm slowly dying, dying, dying. I can't wait to leave, breathe conceive, The thought of meeting someone new. I'm running so fast that torrid heat emits from my bare bloody flesh.

The Prophet by the-fading-glory, literature

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The Prophet

With unfaltering steps I step I step, With an unwavering gaze I see I see, With a voice unbroken I speak, Of truth, love, deceit, horror, and demise. Through the cloudy haze a vision appears. Should I tell or keep hidden, The future that kills many? Death or life? For whose cause am I? Innocent or divine? Blood spilt for an almighty, Or innocents destroying, The very thing that keeps them sane? The burden of trust lays heavily on my shrunken shoulders. The time has come, And I grab the silver blade, Whose edge is sharper than the afternoon sun. Pressing it deep into my gut I scream. A small smile comes through the pain knowi

The Sweater by the-fading-glory, literature

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The Sweater

Acceptance. Warmth. Comfort. Qualities hard to find in a world so full of hate, malice, and judgement. When the world starts closing in and fear and apprehension enter into one's soul,one knows one has taken a step for the worse. As children we believe the world is a good, magical place where we can live out our dreams and have great adventures and maybe even find our one true love. This mist of deception lifts as we get older, so we can see the world as it truly is. No longer is the world a family film , instead we find ourselves jarring into a land so unfamiliar, so strange, and unwilling to receive newcomers with their childish views. We

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Canada
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Winnipeg
Favourite genre of music: Anything that makes me want to sing...
Favourite photographer: Hannam
Personal Quote: Nothing is worth getting worked up over, relax, take a deep breath and listen to a good song.

Favourite Visual Artist

Pierre Patel, Salvador Dali, Salvator Rosa, Canaletto, etc.

Favourite Movies

Anything older, romantic comedies, Jane Austen remakes

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Me First & the Gimme Gimmies, Maroon 5, Great Big Sea, Michael Buble, the Beatles

Favourite Writers

Poets~Gibran, Blake Writers~B. Small, A. Cristie, and Moore

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Twister

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quill, ink, parchment

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Travel, Writing, Reading, Believing 5 Impossible Things Before Breakfast

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the-fading-glory

Oct 9, 2007

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So I've deleted a lot of my old writing simply to create a portfolio of work that I truly enjoy. If I've taken away any of your favourites I do apologize and only hope you can understand. I may be adding some new pieces if I ever get to writing again. I want to update a couple of the series ideas I had into a little more modern diary type idea. You'll see soon. I hope each and everyone of you are having a great year so far. I'd also like to say that I'm very sorry I haven't been commenting on everyone's work lately, it's simply because I've been very busy with moving into a new house, having my parents wedding, moving to a new city and going