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~Mr.Chair Feels Winter~ by ~SkelletonHand
The Golden Man "The sky is beautiful this time of night,"a lonely voice sighed. A pair of honey brown eyes gazed to the purple sky, lit gold by the silver moonbeams. It was early morning, before dawn in Paris and Stephano was awaiting the return of his father from an excavation in the Valley of The Kings.The Golden Man by ~SkelletonHand
He couldn't sleep. He was exhausted but rest was impossible to accomplish. The worthless, broken artefacts scattered decoratively around his bedroom kept him alert. Some things just seemed to tell him to stay awake, to keep guard, to not look away. It was mid August of 1914, the Germans had just declared war on the French. The terrain of his countr
Spainxreader ~ole!~Spainxreader ~ole!~ by ~SkelletonHand
"Welcome to the Madrid bullfights!" of voice echoed through the walls of the arena. You were at your best friend's bullfight with his younger brothers Lovino and Feliciano. He was a pro. You would watch him play with the calves at the dairy farm when you were young. He would always either wear red or carry something red with him. He was enchanting when he shuffled around the bovine obstacles. "The matador is Antonio Carrido Fernandez!"
Antonio waved to the crowd and when his piercing green gaze met yours, he winked. You felt your face turn red. Then two women started a fight behind you about who he was winking at. You co
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on my poem, "Between Heaven and Hell" 
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