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Cleaning Up Green -Liir- CH1 by tempestflame, literature

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Cleaning Up Green -Liir- CH1

-- she cleaned up g r e e n son of a witch--pg 329 -- She was a plump little thing, now that she was growing. Her Quadling face, with those beautiful cheekbones, was plump at the cheeks, and pert at the nose, a small bump on her face just begging to be tweaked gently. She had a face made for cooing and coddling. Her hair was black, even darker, threads of spun midnight silk woven on a green scalp. It curled lightly at the ends, giving her an impression of a wicked fairy princess. Her lips, astonishingly, were a pleasent pink that stood out sharply against her green skin, but not in a bad way. She was such an adorable creature, with a bell

I'll Be Your Willow Tree by Tannbanan, literature

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I'll Be Your Willow Tree

I’ve fallen in love I’m charmed by your curse My songbird, my dove My Glinda, rebirth You’ve made me transparent No shadows are cast You’ve completed my errand True magic, at last As you gaze on me with your Christmas-green eyes No hidden expression can suppress my surprise That you’ve chosen me, a monster, a demon A queen among peasants, without rhyme or reason Your willow tree branches adore and provide Your heart beats for one, a love true and tried Our bond has endured Through trials, through pain But I’ll always be yours My love will remain For now I’m gone, but can’t you see? I

Eponine by AutumnWitness, literature

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Eponine

Little he knows, little he sees The little he does is as dust in a breeze The smallest amount of the things that I feel A worthless account of that which is real He knows not the warmth of the touch of his hand He knows not the hurt of his every demand That I stay in my place and forget what's inside This burning sensation I'm trying to hide The things I imagine when I'm on my own He opens my eyes and I see I'm alone Because little he knows, and little he'd care If I hurt, if I cried, he'd remain unaware He thinks that he knows so much more than I He thinks he can tell between truth and white lie They say there is pride before a

GMD: Mouseter Of The House by MouseAvenger, literature

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GMD: Mouseter Of The House

Mouseter Of The House (Performed by James Mason [Frank Fingleton], Shelley Winters [Mrs. Henrietta Fingleton], & CHORUS) (From the "Baker Street Family Chronicles" chapter "Love Long Lost") (Parodied off the song "Master Of The House" from the hit musical "Les Miserables") (Original lyrics by Herbert Kretzmer, with new & additional lyrics by Anastasia Ashworth) FRANK: Welcome, my friend! Come right on in! Make yourself home At Fingleton's Inn... No need to fret! Just take a seat, And I will gladly Tend to your needs! Need a cup of tea Or some potpourri? Whatever you desire, You just come to me... Mouseter of the house, Oozi

Soul in Isolation by oozu, literature

Revenge is a Four Letter Word by Cinvxten, literature

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Revenge is a Four Letter Word

Revenge is a Four Letter Word The snow crunched wetly under Liir’s heavy boots as he slowly meandered into a stop, ensnared by memories tangling about his brain. Choking it. Smothering it. There was a time when Liir would have welcomed the bitter sweet reminiscence. It was a way to remind himself that he was alive and that he did indeed have a past to look back on. There was a time when he would think of Elphaba or Nor, think of the hours spent, the lives wasted. There had been a time like that in the not so distant past. But now that past was like an eternity away from Liir. Gone was the notion of watching his life pass him by like a

Lament For Miss Elphaba by Kaydence-MacLaren, literature

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Lament For Miss Elphaba

Born to a temptress Whose morals did sway, Born on a fateful, Miserable day. How could Miss Fabala, Small and green know Her terrible fate, And her destined woe? Rejected by all From her moment of birth, Regarded with scorn, Fright, loathing, and mirth. Outcast for things She could not control, Society's cruelty Was taking its toll. All her attempts To do good deeds were, Through failure and misery, The undoing of her. Slowly her companions Were killed in the madness. Even she couldn't save them, And was consumed by sadness. Her only true love Was horribly slain. She couldn't help thinking His death was in vain. Bo

Euphrasie, My Child... by Phoenix-39, literature

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Euphrasie, My Child...

Where did my Euphrasie go? It was not long before I carried her on my back. But how was I to know, That cursed inn, love it lacked? I dressed her in her prettiest dress, and named her Cosette. But my strength, it grew less, And that innkeeper, I met. Oh Cosette, we'll meet on that castle on a cloud. Monsieur le mayor will care for you until then. I dreamed a dream that life allowed, You to find your prince among the men. And life has finally granted me the dream...I dreamed...

Warriors: Last Words SPOLERS by Jayie-The-Hufflepuff, literature

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Warriors: Last Words SPOLERS

These are the last words of various warriors, and their significance, if there is any. WARNING!! WARNING!! SPOILERS FOR THE FOURTH APPRENTICE!!!!!!!!! NO THE BOOK ISN'T OUT YET BUT I READ THE EXCERPT ONLINE!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!! Tigerstar: The last word he ever spoke was "Traitor!" Very fitting, though he wasn't reffering to himself. Bluestar: The last words she spoke were. "You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan." She has been chasing after Goosefeather's fire prophecy ever since she was an apprentice. Now she is passing the torch down to her former apprentice. Brokenstar: The last words he spoke (I believe, I'll ve