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From now until forever [please critique]
Beamer looked up into Wyrmmius' blue eyes.
The two dragons smiled. Goodbye had come much too soon.
''Wrymmius, how will I ever get by without you?'' asked Beamer.
Wyrmmius took his gaze off the stars above, and looked into
Beamers deep brown eyes. His smile became gentle, reassuring.
''Beamer, your heart will heal one day. Although you'll lose me,
you'll never lose the part of you that helps you to love.'' said Wrymmius.
Slowly, he began to glow.
''But what if I can't love? I'll always love you. I could never love anyone else.'' replied Beamer.
''You'll find love again, Beamer. Don't forget about me, but remember that I'm still here.'' replied Wyrmmius.
Wyrmmius was aware that he would dissappear any second now.
''I'll always love you, Beamer,''
''From now, until forever.''
Full name: Flarewind arrow.
Appearance: Medium blue scales, green fur, underbelly and wings, Brown eyes.
Slender, medium height, slightly muscular.
Personality: Cheerful, quite smug, Proud of his power and good looks.
Rushes into adventure, but often surveys the situation first in times of danger.
Flarewind arrow was born in skywind, the first-born son of Beameria and Wrymmius arrow.
At the age of 17, he left skywind to seek out adventure and a life elsewhere. Before this,
he and his younger siblings [15-year-old sister, Glow, and 16-year-old brother, Cosmight]
often helped to look after the region in which they were born in skywind, sky tower ridge.
Sky tower ridge had a problem, since it was so close to the edge of skywind, it was bothered
by hurricanes and tornadoes, although Flarewind, Cosmight and Glow helped to stop these
natural disasters, or, as Flarewind called them 'natural bothers'.
Flarewind and his brother and sister all left at the same time, and fr
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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