A little poem inspired because everyone wants to be different, and that's what she wants from me, and sometimes I feel so very cold, when all that's around me is heat.

One Shot. "Forever she would fight to know him, and forever he would resist. Yet they both loved one another, because in the end, although their pages read differently, their hearts sung in tune."

One Shot. "The words hung in the air as a deadly pause ensued. She begged for him to speak as he stood in the back, lazily leaning against the white wall wrapped in the green vines he had planted himself... She didn’t want any of it. She only wanted him."

One Shot. While bridging the line between life and death, Em recalls the love she lost sixty years ago. However, sometimes life does not end with the cease of a heartbeat. "Love lasts beyond the cradle and the grave." Rated T for safety.

One Shot. "'I used to believe,' she reveals, her bright green eyes shifting to his... 'True love’s kiss, the glass slipper, the righteous turn of luck, the happily ever after. I used to...'" All girls search for their fairytale, but can they ever find it?

OS "The six bodies left surrounding him stiffened in their cold, rigid pine chairs, a pool of blood ebbing at their mud-coated feet. None breathed as the wheel stopped, clicking into place, calling a soul to judgement day." We dance with the devil tonight

One Shot. "He wishes he could hold her, if only once. I love you, Venus, he says with an eager heart. She spills scarlet sunsets and smoulders in his presence, but never hinders. Love must be shared, she replies with a whisper."

One Shot for now. "He was born of fire and passion. Like smoke, the remnant of that fire, he never stopped changing; moving. He was never solid. And until he faded out of existence, leaving only a lingering scent, he would never stop."

One Shot. "You were the girl with all the potential who had it slip away. You were the girl who lost sight of her dreams and let a boy hurt her. You were the little girl who grew up too fast." Rated M for safety.

One Shot. "Their love wasn't a greenhouse flower. It was a weed; a beautiful weed. It was a wild flower. It was colourful and beautiful and unexpected and strong and unwanted by everyone. Except them." Everyone needs to be accepted. She gave him that.

One Shot. “Plans?” She shook her head. “I have a tank full of gas and nowhere to go. That’s the closest thing I have to a plan.” Jungle Eyes smiled brightly; proud, interested and inspired by this odd and entrancing girl. He liked her lack of a plan.