

DuplicityIt always comes back to the necklace. The one I saw when I was very young, and the same one which keeps resurfacing throughout my life. Everyone I tell about it thinks I am crazy, because it can not be the same necklace. Everyone who once wore it is not among the living now. However, I know the truth. The necklace is the same, and I have a strong suspicion the person is, too. Not the same as the necklace, but their souls. They HAVE to be the same, or everything I have ever believed in is undone.Duplicity
I know that in all probability you, too, will think me out


Her WorldHe awoke to find her crouched over his bed, her eyes blazing with that power they sometimes held. Only this time, the power threatened to spill out and enter his soul. With a startled exclamation, he clutched the sheets to his body, though she had seen him naked before. She did not seem to notice his discomfort, or perhaps she did not feel it important at the time, for she stayed where she was, eyes blazing into his.Her World
"Come, I want to show you my world," She said to him, her voice not quite her own.
Scampering off the bed, she crouched on the floor, waiting impatiently for him to get up and o
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I agree with dead people most of the time..
Nihil est incertius vulgo, nihil obscurius voluntate hominum, nihil fallacius ratione tota comitiorum
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She asked me why I just did that, I asked her why she had not.
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I agree with dead people most of the time..
Nihil est incertius vulgo, nihil obscurius voluntate hominum, nihil fallacius ratione tota comitiorum
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She asked me why I just did that, I asked her why she had not.
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