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A Simple Act Every girl upon which his blue eyes fall I envy Every hand that is protected by his strong, gentle fingers, I with was mine Of every ear that hears his soothing voice, I am so jealous Every person who warms in his embrace, I curse... because it's one look that I don't get to share, a touch in which i cannot partake, a sound that i don't get to hear, a moment in which i cannot revel. His simple act of looking, shows he knows that i exist. Of his holding of my hand, shows he actual...

Solo Quiero... Solo, quiero que estés a mi lado, que me salves de este oscuro, que me saques de lo profundo, de donde no puedo salir, donde no puedo sobrevivir. Solo, quiero que estés a mi lado, solo, quiero que tomes mi mano, sino para calmar el temblando, que corre por todo mi cuerpo, porque tengo tanto miedo. Solo, quiero que estés a mi lado, sino para hablar por un rato, es que puedes salvarme la vida. si me lleves a la salida, de esta jaula que me tiene cautiva. Solo, quiero que estés a ...

Eventually, George recognized that Gerard had left him. He stopped rambling and went back to studying the rock he had removed from the creature earlier. It was unlike anything he ever seen. It felt so alien to him. So out of place. He fingered it, coaxing as many secrets as he could get out of it. The rock was veined and brittle. It felt almost like baked glass, or maybe like the lava he had once found near a dormant volcano. It was ropy, yet jagged; black, opaque, and had rainbows of color f...

By morning, George had overcome the aftereffects of the scream, and was well enough to perform the surgery. He gathered his tools and found the needle from the day before. What little metal had not turned to powdered rust, had been warped beyond recovery; the glass had shattered. George looked at the creature with amazement and awe. The small man continued with his plans. He removed the stone... a stone that he had never seen or heard of... a stone that screamed of alien territories and undis...

I was unconscious, yet I felt the Skreet pick me up. I screamed with pain, but no sound came out, such was the extent of that pain. The Skreet did not understand what had happened to me. How could he have? He carried me to the other two-legged animal, spoke to it, then took off at a trot down the hill to wherever it was that he had come from. I felt each and every bump, although, to his credit, the Skreet’s gait was rather smooth. And I felt as he carried me through an apparently solid wall i...