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A poem.

She is myth.
I am historian.
I do research,
trying to prove she's real.
She is fairytale,
and the thought of her existence is comforting.
I magnify her words,
examining the details.
I am her student,
learning her ways,
and soaking in her culture.
The folklore is myserious,
but I believe her to be true,
nonetheless.
She is a glass tale.
Noticed by fre,
and I see where she might crack.
At any second,
with pressure,
she could be crushed.
But I will continue digging,
hoping to eternalize he… Continue

First chapter to my short story Questions. Again, comments would be very appreciated.

He threatened to kill himself. I loved Tyler. I did. All that mattered was his happiness. It was my duty, but I realized now that I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be with him. I knew I would hurt him and I couldn’t let myself.
I knew how much power Tyler had. At any second, he could take his own life. He had that self-destructing strength. Death was an inevitable part of life, but he was only thirteen!
He yelled… Continue

I have a few stories I've written. This is the intro to a short story. Comment, por favor. =).

He has back-up.
They are the words I’ve been dreading. As they flood out of Galia’s mouth, I feel my courage crumble. I had that all-too familiar feeling of dread and disappointment. Until now, I had fought it off. I had harnessed my power, and I had used it for revenge. Revenge always slew hurt, it numbed it so I could sleep at night. Ha, not like I slept anymore. I spent my night revising and editin… Continue