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Her face was submerged in the thick black water. Her skin of her face puffy and blue while her mattered hair floated in front of her dead eyes. I couldn't help but stare. She looked like an angel, dancing in the sea. No, she was more. She was a goddess; she was Venus emerging from the ocean in one spectacular fluid motion. Her hair floating behind her as the waves lapped at her feet. Angels sung words of praise as she stepped from the ocean and starred back at me. Cold. Dead. Beautiful. Too beautiful. She didn't belong. I saved her; I brought her here and showed her a world of wonders, a world where she belong. She was too beautiful for them

She inhaled the musky scent of his neck as he heaved her petite body up against the vibrant floral wallpaper. Her pale skin blended in perfectly as he fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, the lacy collar wrapped around her neck soon he began to tug at it with his teeth, egger to tear it from her and reveal the softness of her gentle curves and succulent breasts. He was already mostly naked, he had been when she had entered the room. She had been startled by it, usually he was quite meek about such things but now he was being bold as he finally revealed her bear chest in all its beauty. It was magnificent. They brushed against each other sp

The note was carefully folded and placed on the kitchen table on the neatly spread table cloth. The children found the note first, but they didn't read it. They climbed the bed to where their father slept. Soon he was up, the children's eyes weep softly as if they had known the whole time. Silently he stood beside the table and read the note to himself. "To my dears and my beloved I have known you for years, I have cared for you for years but it must come to an end and I am only writing this because I feel so inclined to do so, nothing more than that. I am writing you a letter to ask you the only question I have ever wanted to ask you. If

My friend Cow was a most magnificent friend indeed. He was this creature from a distant land where the buffalo roamed freely on the plains of the gods and the sky was painted golden in the evenings. He was brave in the face of death like when we traveled to the Caribbean and we found the cove with the mermaids. Their throats slit open and blood covering the shore line, the decay too much for some but Cow had thought nothing of it. He picked me up and threw me into the bloody waves and we laughed as we frolicked among the corpses. Cow often said that he was the chosen one of some distant moon goddess and as such he was to be brave always. And

"When the moon touches the sun" she had told him in a voice no louder than a whisper as she sat across the round table, her hair blowing in a mystic wind and her face the portrait of seriousness. "That is when you will know of your true love" the lion tamer had soughed, he wouldn't believe such crap because he knew the truth. True love was only a state of mind invented by women to capture men into providing for them and that no woman would share with him because he was the lion tamer. The gypsy across from him smiled, "With golden hoop earrings and silver eyes she will come to you in your dreams" she chanted, but the lion tamer found himself