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Lyric


Fallen Songbird

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Date: Nov 19, 2009
Sleeping with a Broken Heart
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When does that moment come when you realize that your forgotten? That the people you once called family have finally stopped morning and moved on? When does that happen? Lyric found herself at that point in time. The edge of Memphis' bed was where she took her post. Sitting as close as she could without bothering him. Not that she believed she could bother him in this form. Had she ever really crossed his mind when she had been alive? Had he ever stopped and thought about her in that way? That forever kind of way? She didn't think so.

Ghostly fingers hovered over his bald head. A smile creeping to her lips. Still, though she had thought about Harry that way. Still did in fact. That was one thing about being a spirit, you had time. Endless time to think and watch and be there but never a part of it. Always watching never getting the chance to be included. A lack of a body prevented simple things like that. Just like now. Lyric's lips moved, turning downwards into a frown knowing that she could not touch him. She couldn't touch Memphis' skin. Tears sprang to her eyes. She knew that she needed a body for that. Needed to be alive to touch him. This was the hardest part about being dead. Standing she walked, hovered really, over the floor of Harry's room.

Her family had forgotten her. She was happy and so hurt at the same time. Is this what happens to a spirit? They clung to what was and couldn't move on? Was this what was happening to her? Lyric couldn't feel cold like people did. But she felt sadness and that in itself was like a Nordic chill. If she had bones, it would have chilled her to her bones. It however chilled her soul. The over powerful sadness filled Lyric up. She kneeled then in the corner of Memphis' room. Arms around herself as she cried. The sound barely heard to her own ears. The tears like air falling down her face. She didn't even have real tears anymore. No physical expression of her grief.

Her cried increased, sounding almost like wails. Heart wrenching wails of sorrow.

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Lexi Trent


Foxy Hati

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Date: Nov 19, 2009
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In sleep the mind becomes more receptive to messages from the other side, the senses no longer required to focus on the physical. The vixen had never had reason to believe or disbelieve this theory before. It wasn’t as if spirits flocked to her, intent on whispering messages in her ear. But in that state between sleep and dreaming, she heard it: sorrowful wailing. Tears leaked from her eyes, though they remained closed, heart wrenching as the sound continued.

‘Where are you? Why are you crying?’ The questions were called out in her mind as well as mumbled in the real world. Body shifted beneath the cotton sheets, faint echoes of the running she was doing in the sleeping realm. She was sure that if she could just find the one crying in this hazy land of sleep she could make it all better, replace the wailing with laughter.

‘Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. Everything will be all right.’ A whimper sounded from her sleeping form as she curled into a ball, hugging the blankets to her. She couldn’t find them. There was only the wailing and her heart breaking at the sound.


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