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		<title>We&#8217;ve Broke Our Mirrors</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 21:08:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lovell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Preface: We&#8217;ve broke our mirrors is actually a line out if the song Lithium by Nirvana. I don&#8217;t know why I used it as the title, I just think it sounds cool. And, I love Nirvana! You could consider this as a short story, I could may be work on this an make it into [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Preface: We&#8217;ve broke our mirrors is actually a line out if the song <a title="Lithium on YouTube" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qh-qzAX-1ns" target="_blank" onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/www.youtube.com/watch?v=qh-qzAX-1ns&amp;referer=');">Lithium</a> by <a title="Nirvana on Wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nirvana_(band)" target="_blank" onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nirvana_band?referer=');">Nirvana</a>. I don&#8217;t know why I used it as the title, I just think it sounds cool. And, I love Nirvana! You could consider this as a short story, I could may be work on this an make it into a book if I have the time and patience. Lets see what happens.</p>
<p>Disclaimer: The characters in this book are fictitious and bear not resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, then lucky them!</p>
<hr />She stood there facing the window. The light breeze gently hitting her face. Her hair swaying slowly as the rays from the evening sun made their way onto her soft skin. He face was glowing, radiating back the sunlight brought onto her. Her beauty was unmatchable. I went and stood with her. She came close, put her arm around me and leaned against me. She smelt the same. She said she smelt like her mother, but I would never know. That&#8217;s what her father had told her when she was a little girl. The little girl who did not get to see her mother after her tenth birthday. We looked out of the window and watched the sun make its was towards the hill. I held her close. A few minutes from now the sun would set. She turned to me and stared into my eyes. A tear started to roll down her cheek. I asked her what the matter was.</p>
<p>&#8220;Nothing&#8221;, was what she said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Nothing&#8221;. The same response I&#8217;d been hearing for the past couple of years.</p>
<p>&#8220;Is everything all right?&#8221;, I asked her, as I wiped the tear off her cheek.</p>
<p>She just turned and looked at the sun starting to set. It was to be a rainy day. But somehow the rain god had other plans. Then she turned back to me.</p>
<p>&#8220;You look handsome&#8221;, she said while she straightened my collar and adjusted my tie.<br />
&#8220;Love makes people blind.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Aha? Since when?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Since Eve plucked out that apple and destroyed mankind.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;You still don&#8217;t realize that your jokes are not funny anymore, right?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;It wasn&#8217;t a joke.&#8221;</p>
<p>The sun set. A dark shade of orange now took over the sky. Birds flew past the hill, making their way towards home. We could hear children playing somewhere in the distance. Their laughter filling the silence. Then there was a cheer. Someone must have scored a goal.</p>
<p>&#8220;Where are the kids playing?&#8221;, she asked me, staring out of the window.<br />
&#8220;There is a small football ground behind the church. They must be there.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then there was silence. We were still there. By the window. She was still holding me. She slid her hand into my coat pocket.</p>
<p>&#8220;Did you get the rings?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Yes&#8221;, I replied while I watched her open the box.</p>
<p>She looked at the rings and gave out half a smile. Was she ready for this? Did she know what she was doing? It started to get dark. Any moment now the clock would strike seven and children would no more be heard. The orange sky was now purple and soon it would be pitch black. I looked at the horizon and thought to myself, &#8220;why the sun have to set&#8221;? She held my hand, pulled my sleeve back and had a look at the time.</p>
<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s almost time.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Yes&#8221;, I replied as I noticed the clock move past six fifty.<br />
&#8220;I think I&#8217;m ready.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;I&#8217;m glad you are&#8221;, I said, not knowing what would be a better thing to say right now.</p>
<p>I slipped the rings back into my pocket, moved away from the window and opened the door for her. She stepped out. What a beautiful sight she was. She walked to the entrance while she warmed everyone up with her sweet smile. I followed. The clock struck seven. The church bell began to chime. She slipped her arm into father&#8217;s and they walked down the aisle.</p>
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		<title>Soul Malice</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 17:32:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lovell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I See I Feel I Hate Refrain No Gain No Faith Consume Proclaim Dispose Forgive Receive No Remose Go Let it Blow An Empty Space Fuck! Bleed, the Scars Created Left, the Signs, the Carnage, the Hatered Step, into the Darkness Guns, Suicide, Lead the Mind, Faithless I Saw I Felt I Hated Stepped Into [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I See<br />
I Feel<br />
I Hate</p>
<p>Refrain<br />
No Gain<br />
No Faith</p>
<p>Consume<br />
Proclaim<br />
Dispose</p>
<p>Forgive<br />
Receive<br />
No Remose</p>
<p>Go<br />
Let it Blow<br />
An Empty Space<br />
Fuck!</p>
<p>Bleed, the Scars Created<br />
Left, the Signs, the Carnage, the Hatered<br />
Step, into the Darkness<br />
Guns, Suicide, Lead the Mind, Faithless</p>
<p>I Saw<br />
I Felt<br />
I Hated</p>
<p>Stepped<br />
Into<br />
The darkness</p>
<p>Consumed<br />
Proclaimed<br />
Disposed</p>
<p>Forgiven<br />
Accepted<br />
Die</p>
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