DRABBLES
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NEW!!Title: Lock the door
Author: Spiritt
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 172
Summary/Description: “I’m not interested in females right now…”

NEW!!Title: Paper Cranes
Author:Spiritt
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Word Count:77
Summary/Description: Her room was filled with paper cranes...

NEW!!Title: Middle
Author:Spiritt
Rating:G
Genre:General
Word Count:49
Summary/Description:Together, they were the middle.

NEW!!Title: Books
Author:Spiritt
Rating: G
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 77
Summary/Description: The man she loved was nothing like the books.










































































































Lock the Door

“I’m not interested in females right now…”

She smiled weakly, half jokingly and half facing reality. “So you’re interested in males, then?” He did not answer, not because she spoke the truth, but because she spoke like him. Like a sword, cruel and cold, but filled with disappointment. “I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me...”

“Its fine,” he replied, glancing at her for the first time since her confession. His crimson eyes locked upon hers, those bright misfortune eyes. He could not pull away and she continued to gaze upon, enchanting him until he turned swiftly, and the silence stunned them again.

She left soon after, with a poorly hidden lie, unable to bear the rift of their friendship. He did not look when she left; he no longer met her gaze. He was cautious. To stare in her eyes once more, to open the door to her feelings, her heart, her soul-

He was afraid his eyes would betray him, and unlock the door to his truth as well.

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Paper Cranes

Her room was filled with paper cranes. Foil, newspaper, scrap, colored paper, and fabric coverings. Every addition was a step closer.
A secret kiss. A petite crane of gum wrappings.
A lingering gaze. Crane of Sunday’s newspaper.
The midnight visit. The crane of designed art.
A thousand paper cranes. A thousand dreams.
Every crane was a step closer. When she’s done, her thousand paper dreams will soar. She’d watch them, and hope her wish would come true.

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Middle

Strength wise, he was skilled and she was clumsy.
Socially, she was constant and he was rare.
Emotionally, he was closed and she was open.
They were polar opposites. Farther then ever possible. But they would meet halfway, and shatter the balance of humanity.
Together, they were the middle.

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Books

Although her books spoke of tall, kind, and men of romance, Botan always thought different. He was vulgar, bitter, and in no means large. He used mockery as jokes and was lacking much needed color. Still, he was always there. He made her day worthwhile with limited words. She saw no tall or short, only the honor Hiei had shown. This, she thinks, is what makes the man. And that’s unlike anything she’d find in a book.

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