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Being rescued from a tower After one hundred a year By a fair horse to die for And a knight white of fear

Kotra of the Hills Exhaustion. Pure and simple exhaustion was slowly overcoming me while I ran from the wolves. I had travelled many lands, but this menace was unknown to even me. The leader of the pack, his fiery eyes, unnatural size and strength. This was no ordinary wolf, but a wolf man, a lycanthrope, a creature of stories and fear all abound. I know that I could not go much further before I collapsed, as long as the chase had been going on. They know it too and ventured closer to me, their jaws snapping at my light feet. I turn the corner and know my end is near. The path I had so faithfully ran stopped dead in a sheer rock face. I se

Boyfriend Here's Melany Bobble Her boyfriend is Trouble Whenever she calls He comes on the double

In my head, there are many stories A world exists in my head Be it a world of heroes and villains Charming grassy fields Dead rock peaks of mountains Endless forests of magic creatures Falls of water, miles high Gone is never the thought of such a world Heavenly swirling in my head In my hands, I could hold the keys Jousting with the pen to write down Kicking and fighting to get the words Laying them down on the paper Moulding them to chapters Nourishing them into narrative Oh, I wish I could write such stories Paralleling great writers of old Queuing up for fame and fortune Roaming the great wide world of admiration Standi