a gentle tune. Music is #life,and #life os music. If there is no music,there's no emotions. No child humming the song they found recently,whilst being at school. No mystery in a movie to help your ideas expand. No melody to listen to whilst being on a holiday. No lullaby to sing to a crying baby. No talent to express. But with music everyone is joyus,sinless,vulnerable and human.

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Witch's Lust -chapter 5- Ive got a love that keeps me waiting. I'm a lonely boy,I'm a lonely boy.' -Lonely boy by The Black Keys. ----------------------------- Rain patted onto the glass window which had a new accesorie of thick black metal bars on the outsides. In this school ,9 Circles, there were many new borns,rogues,recent rogues or just the skilled and powerful ones like me. The rogues had started to escape which was why I had been promoted to A Rogue Bounty Hunter. I didn't exactly enjoy the job,but I didn't have any friends after my little mishappen. Memories of it still lay in the back of my mind locked safely behind a mental cabinet and I was just waiting for it to disintegrate. I slowly walked to the elders 'office' enjoying the tiny bit of piece which was offered seeing as all the students were in class. I got to the large doors I knocked on the door extremely loud,and the door swung open effortlessly. "Cross,"I nodded with a tiny bit of enthusiasm. "Barton," I groaned with disgust. "Marius," I chirped in fake happiness. They all mumbled what sounded like 'hello' or maybe a grunt. "When am I leaving?" I pondered. "In twenty minutes," replied Barton in a happy tone. "I'm going to get my luggage." Ibjad packed my luggage quickly last night. They nodded and Elder Cross gave me a hug goodbye and the brief words of 'good luck.' Well here we go,I though,nothing can be worse than this place. I hope.

Witch's Lust Chapter5 “To lock in hate, to lock out love, rage I must create, revenge I must think of.” - a witch's words for a spell of revenge. ----------------------------- I sat on my bed with my head hung over,listening to the sound of the thunder storm hitting against the barred up windows. Thoughts were whirring through my head,thoughts I never knew existed in my head. "For all things good in #life,I just had to track a faulty rogue." I Niemeyer aloud my eyes were starting to feel heavy and the thoughts were slowly drifting away. I fell into a heavy sleep,not wanting to think about the morning to come. When I woke up,I suddenly regretted opening my eyes. I could feel the heavy dread swarm over me. I stormed over to the wardrobe and picked out a pair of black jeans and a dark grey vest which I tucked in. Accompanied with black knee length army boots,and a black leather jacket which showed off my curves. Another day,another version of hell.

Witch's Lust Chapter4 They say the first taste of the substance is always the best. ----------------------------- I ran back to my dorm and into the un-suite I had to myself. I hated the old decrepit building,where I was to stay until I was fully trained,'. When I got to the bathroom I switched the shower on and waited for it to heat up. As I did I took in my appearance. I had coffee coloured hair that went to the midway point of my back,golden eyes that were like an elaborate sun on a sun rise. Plump ripe lips perfect for kissing,a tall skinny figure and rather large breasts. A models face and excruciatingly pale skin,but it suited me. I peeled off the sticky clothing that had a red thicks substance oozing off of it,and threw them into my black washing basket. The blood from my clothes were pooling around my feet and my hair was sticky and clumpy with dry blood. I didn't look exactly attractive. I stepped into the shower and watched as the blood slid down my body and down the plug. Like a bloody rainfall.