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Enchanting was her birthright, not ruling or war. Her grace floated throughout the corridors of the great hall that’s filled with the memories of it’s latest muse. The feast was a success, and the nobles satiated; they’ve drunk their fill of blood and lust, and to the rhythm of the wind, she released her corset and took off her shoes. Each movement deliberate and without haste, her body’s swayed along to the melodious tune. Betrothed to the one suitor that can carry her fancy, the one suitor that will never leave or forsake her, to her only love; Dance.
Passenger Two, inadequately admired. One opens eyes, breathes in air; Two cracks a smile, One starts to stare. Eyes meet, spirits collide; Smiles greet, passions guide. Breathing in air, inhaling each other; Sparks ignite, one after another. Hearts align, hand extended; risks taken, future splendid.
As the jubilant captain surrounded by his teammates lifted the glittering diamond-studded trophy high up in the air, the jam packed stadium erupted in joy with the thunderous shouts and war cries of frenzied football lovers. The loudest of the applauses were reserved for one man, the winning team’s diminutive but ever smiling coach Frederick D’ Souza. Later in the evening, during the presser, one of the journalists asked him, “How is it you that the boys you pick are all from the rural hinterlands, from the boondocks, absolute nobodys, who in no time metamorphose into world class players?” The middle aged coach looked the journo in the eye and replied, without batting an eye, ‘Unlike others, I don’t chase the latest fashion which I know is anyways ephemeral. Instead, I groom ran outsiders who have nothing to show but passion, something that always gives returns as it is permanent.’
Your eyes pierce me and I feel you plunging into my veins. I cannot keep the door of my depth closed cause my hidden yearning opens it each time your eyesight touches me. But I don’t hear you – sitting at another table you answer questions they ask and I… I feel like a deaf-mute – my ears are plugged and I’m mentally absent from the place I reside. With my eyes stuck on you I gaze at your soul and let your imagination play immersing myself in the images of impetuous passion flashing in my head. Forced to leave I throw a goodbye smile and like Cinderella I run away pulled out of a dream, not looking back but hoping that you will pursue me.
Some people have a passion for art , some for business , some love , some cooking , however Lillith had a diferent kind of passion , a passion for hurt , a passion to hurt herself so much that she just became an easel for her wounds . Lillith was different from the others you see, she despised her own very own self , she had this inexplicable desire to erase her existence just so someone else more “worthy” could take her place . She took a silver piece of metal , so tiny yet capable of so much , she looked at it , and wondered if she’s making the wrong decision . She looked into the mirror and that’s when she realized that her passion for the scars on her arms were after all not really passion at all , it was simply a desire , masquerading as a passion . She looked at her blade and and tossed it away , grabbing the marker in her pocket and opening the notepad and wrote this -” Let passion and desires be part of you , don’t let them consume you , because after all all passion withou
It was 26th of December and difficult to say whether it was his ruthless passion or the so called spirit of Christmas that triggered him to set out that wintry evening into the threshold of icy cold winds. As he mounted his bicycle he wondered what made his passion and his lunacy intermingle to this extent, his woolen muffler flying around his back like the tail of a comet. Then finally he reached, she also came and they looked at each other, eye to eye, exchanging voiceless messages. However the presence of too many known people around them prevented them to express their true feelings. Then a bye-bye was exchanged for she must leave and he was left alone, with only the winter, the dark night and the icy winds to embrace him.
With her beautiful labradorite blue eyes, Dina looked straight at him and said in a stable voice, ‘ If you really want to marry me, you will have to get a proper job. I want a stable source of income.’ He and Dina were in a relationship for three years now and an intense passion had grown between them, for which he was ready to do everything.That passion for his lady love did get him a job, but supressed his love for his palette and brushes and killed his dream of colors.
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