A cheesecake is a truly wondrous thing,
So many flavours, and so very sweet!
A single bite inspires my heart to sing-
This delicacy is a precious treat.
The crumbled crust is all I'll ever need
To make me swoon and sink upon my knees.
It should be a reward for all great deeds,
For satisfaction this cake guarantees!
There's nothing that I would not do for it-
No obstacle could keep me from my dream.
When faced with cheesecake, I would never quit;
'Tis worth it all--this pleasure reigns supreme.
I love these fruity cakes more than the rest-
Cheesecake: of all desserts, the very best.
I sit on the church's highest windowsill, my head hung low. The rain was coming down hard, my leather jacket as heavy as my heart, weighed down by many emotions and turmoil. The sky was rumbling with the wrath and power that belonged to thunder. Down below, people were like ants scurrying to escape the downpour. The grey stone buildings of the town, while strong and ancient, made for a gloomy sight. They were like thin fingers all trying to reach the sky. Love...I know it's real...or do I? So many people of this world have such a mundane opinion of love...so many people think that something as beautiful as love can be easily attained, easily
Rain- contest entry by insanityforeverme, literature
Literature
Rain- contest entry
She blinked the tears out of her eyes, the salty drops mingling with the pure drops already on her face. Her black hair clung to her face and neck in clumps, making her feel strangled.
She squinted through the haze, seeking out the blue aura she so desparately clung to. Traces of her red aura still hung in the air, twisting and curling in the gale. Her clothes still smelled of lavender, an afteraffect of the spirit's prescence. Her mother's spirit.
She rubbed her emarald eyes to cease their stinging, only to get mud in them. She lifted her head up, allowing the downpour to wash her face.
Her eyes widened as she felt a sof