My my miss Gracie The lights that trace thee

Goddess don't look at

I have pulled off the greatest magic trick. The creation of a grand illusion

“But you were killed when the tyrant caught you and beat you to dust. Why do I say this? It was your body, not you” People are broken dreams

The happiest thought I could think of is your bright red hair

The last chapter in the story of a revolution, step into a dystopian future inspired by the poem "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes,

To whoever may read this, I say to thee, be brave and don't think. Love is not about thinking, it's just doing, without question or answer.

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In War the first casualty is the truth.

How Close am I to Losing you ?

How long do they have left ? By: James Bruce

I can't fill it. By: James Bruce

a short poem. By: James Bruce

This is a short story, inspired by recent events. Romance and Revolution lie ahead. Let me tear ya heart out. This is part one of a story I've been writing for a while. If you enjoy it I'll post a 2n...