

TTAA Chapter 3Chapter 3 Session One What else? I asked softly. I could tell that Jeremy was smiling. I ducked my head slightlyTTAA Chapter 3
The Others; they dont speak or make any sound. It gets creepy sometimes. The Rebels Renegade Angels that were clipped of their wings and sent to different parts of the world. A good lot of them are sent to jails and prisons not long after being on Earth. &nb


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Andre didnt say much until we got back to the house. When we were safely inside, he sat me down at the kitchen table and began shooting questions at me, which I returned with short answers. Did you see what happened? Yes. Who was it? Erin. No. Who hit her? I didnt see. You just said you did. No, I saw what happened. Oh. He paused, and then put his hand over mine on the tabl


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I was mostly sure that I was dreaming. The light around me was much too bright for reality. It was almost blinding. But I could still see. I was standing in the middle of a busy street; cars rushed by in a blur of rainbow colors that whipped my hair around me and pulled my skin tight against my cheek bones. Then it happened so quickly that if I had blinked, I would have missed it. The cars disappeared and I was standing in front of a mirror. There was no room to hold the mirror I. We just floated in a white mass of nothingness. I reached my hand out, watching my reflection do the same, and to
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You never said this wasn't what you wanted. Was it?
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"There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?" - George Benard Shaw
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I'm going to go sit over here and be jealous now.
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"I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally."
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"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."
"What a stupid lamb..."
"What a sick, masochistic lion."
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"It's a state of grace." - Leonard Cohen
"Poetry can inspire man to reach back to paradise." - Michel Foucault
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"He passed his right hand through the very fire of the torch, and touched his warmed fingers to my cheeks. Then he kissed me where this warmth hovered, and his kiss was warm."
--The Vampire Armand <3
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~ Here I go, Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
I let go, but theres just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one ~
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