Love
I loved you once
Sometimes, watching is a kind of most beautiful love. Sometimes, distance, will produce a kind of beauty, produce a kind of missing, produce a kind of love, but distance produces hate, produce pain, and can kill a person's life. Sometimes, I love you, three words, can create love between two people, but sometimes he will make two people form strangers, sometimes, I hate you, three words, can destroy the happiness of two people, but sometimes it will be two people like brothers, love, hate, a word difference, the results are so different, so
By Gula Dudley3 years ago in Fiction
Don't make love wait too long
No one is to deliberately change, a person, when he loves you, loves you, but when he does not love you, it does not love you. When he loves you, there is no way to pretend not to love you; Similarly, when he no longer loves you, there is no way to pretend to love you.
By Gula Dudley3 years ago in Fiction
September, how can I remember you
After a bleak wind cold rain, finally ushered in a bright and indifferent shallow autumn. In September, there is a full harvest, there is also frustrated sadness, there are surprises, and there is the dull after precipitation. I want to put my memory eternal, occasionally open the aftertaste, silent relative, alone joy.
By Hauge Whitley3 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom of Stage 16: Prologue
His face was by all rights his fortune. Beginning in 1920, Erik Stevenson was the king of silent movies. When the striking 20-year-old first arrived in Hollywood in 1919, he was said to look very much like famous stage and screen star John Barrymore. However, within just a year of his screen debut, his own piercing eyes and dramatic profile became the very logo of Hollywood. The lines around the theater for his films were spectacular, and he could hardly make films quickly enough to please his audience. Many studios tried desperately to get his contract, but he remained forever loyal to the studio that gave him his start.
By Rebekah Brannan3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter Two "A Grand Entrance"
Chapter Two A Grand Entrance The lights in the grand dining room of the Chateau de la Chevre D’or were as blinding as daylight, as if those in charge of the hotel found a way to bring the sun inside for the night along with their guests. And, just as the outside of the great structure had been updated to match the opulence and splendor of these new times, so had the interior. A grand orgy of evidence that if you were a world traveling sort of person with lots of money to burn they would prefer you burn it here. Burn it, eat it, drink it, bathe in it. They cared not. As long as you were giving them a share for the pleasure of facilitating your debauchery, their attitude was, “It’s the 20’s! Anything Goes!”
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
