rockin-tigurlilly

Looking back on the great people that have graced this earth with their presence, we see that it's true, history does repeat itself. For the greatest men and women, those who inspired hope, who possessed talents and insight far beyond that of most men, were so cruelly taken from this earth before their jobs were done. However, through their passing comes new inspiration for generations to come. Martin Luther King Jr.'s  leading of the fight for the African Americans right to vote helped push forward the civil rights movement, and he was shot for his beliefs. John Lennon had a dream for world peace, but he too was shot, because he didn't see e

The vampire crouched low in the darkness of the bushes. He watched the girl of about 17 sitting on the swing, slowly swaying back and forth. She appeared bored and somewhat sad, possibly deep in thought. The soft breeze blew her blonde her around her face. She was beautiful, for a human. She had a slender body accented by her full breasts. Were he still human, she would be one to drool after. But as it was, the vampire found that his lust was satisfied only by the fierce, harsh intensity of being with one of his own, one who shared his animalistic pleasures. As the breeze blew in her direction again, she stiffened. The vampire froze, worried

I sit in front of him, staring into his beautiful deep blue eyes, shrouded by those long lashes that any woman would kill to have. Not the first pair of blue eyes I’ve gazed into, but certainly the most captivating. I cant begin to describe what a rush it is to look into those deep pools of blue, forever sinking down into his very soul. A soul which, it seems, no other person comprehends the way I do. I understand every fiber of his being, I see the good inside that even he sometimes loses. How to make him see himself as I see him is, in a very practical sense, impossible. For how is it that you describe that which is uniquely perfect in