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  Once upon a time, far far away there was a small kingdom called Duckington. Duckington was a peaceful place, with many families and farms, all very happy and at home. But there was trouble brewing in Duckington, his Highness King Beakelton had appointed four of his most trusted and treasured knights to the position of Kings Adviser. First there was Lord Alexander, the kings nephew. Secondly, there was Lord Theodore, a traveled scholar who had settled in Duckington to help teach. Thirdly was Lady Delavore, who was the first female adviser. Last, and most recently appointed was Jacapo, a very young a wild spirited man, who Lady Delavore was

 The spare key was under the mat like always. the door creaked, but only enough to stir the cat curled on the couch. He walked the path lit only by moonlight to a large sink in the kitchen, and stopped for a second, before taking a deep breath.He first took of his jacket, carefully, one shoulder at a time, wincing ever so silently at the pain. he then removed his shirt. he turned on the water and stuck his head in. the lukewarm water rushed over his hot head and cooled him down. he closed his eyes, and focused on breathing. He stood up slowly and brushed his black hair back. he tried to block all thoughts of what just happened, and focused on

It was warm. The sun kissed his skin. The long blades of Barley tickled his arms. His shirt and hair rustled quietly along with the wheat in the autumn breeze. His eyes were closed. He could count the hours between breaths. He heard crickets chirp and crows caw. he could see everything around him. His eyes were closed. The auburn sky overhead began fading into a dark blue. He opened his eyes as a gust of wind excited fireflies and rushed them from the ground to the air, twirling and dancing around him. Time slowed and he blinked. The moon was fully visible, white and glowing. It was full tonight. He laid back in the warm grass. Staring up, h

 Patrick was concentrating on reading as a gust of wind brushed his hair into his eyes.  He had found this quiet little niche of forest one day a couple weeks back and made a habit of visiting it during lunch. It was apparently a forgotten memorial to some teacher who did something for the school; Patrick hadn't bothered reading the plaque. It was a simple little area, a small plaque saying who and why, and an ornate stone bench behind it. The wind blew softly and the fall leaves created a new pattern on the ground of reds, gold's and browns, some that matched the pumpkin orange of Patrick's hair. Once and awhile a squ

Boy, you're the side She grabbed But never ate Fancy shoes bought But not worn As of late You're still in a slump Dirty dump You just won't get Over it So stop being so clingy And jump off that dingy Get off her shores And back To yours But to be fair She should share Some of the blame For this game And maybe That lately She wouldn't have time For her baby Followed the shojo storyline That wasn't worth a dime Didn't think It would end Jumped right in Before she could swim Girl, stop pushing him off the shore And quickly row back To yours

 Dear Someone I love, I am sorry I can't say this to your face. Listen, I- I like you. A lot. Like, I really like you, so much. You are everything to me, I know I don't show it much, but I am truly falling for you. You treat me so gently, like I was some fragile ornament. And I love it. I love you teasing me and making me blush. I am also so naughty, I just can't stop myself! I keep imagining things, wonderful things, all the places you would touch, all the things you would do to make me hot, the sounds I would make, the provocative things you would whisper in my ear, all the dirty things you'd make me say. You'll have to work for it though.