<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:18:35.026-07:00</updated><category term='angels'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='passion'/><category term='rose'/><category term='disguise'/><category term='short story'/><category term='love'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='time'/><category term='short stories'/><title type='text'>this is it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Useless Emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Twist the knife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Bury it deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;The ties that bind me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Will not fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;These traps are strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Secure in their right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I will not fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I will not destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I will not commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;to keeping this alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;That will go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;That will stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I will live around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I will try to forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I won't succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-4218076861291764043?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-551176018274289638</id><published>2010-03-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:46:10.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Wrap your fingers in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Let your lips taste my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;May your fingers travel where they will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Your heart will beat faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Your breath will come in gasps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Allow your body to be urgent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Your strength to resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Accept that your eyes will wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Until that moment comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;When we are together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Our eyes lock and our lips meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;As our bodies rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;At the infernal heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;The world will plummet&amp;nbsp;over a cliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;And eventually find footing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;And in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;As it dances on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I'll tell you I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;And know we created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-551176018274289638?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/551176018274289638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=551176018274289638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/551176018274289638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/551176018274289638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2010/03/bliss-wrap-your-fingers-in-my-hair-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-8731969871385630261</id><published>2010-03-10T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Her face lifted to face the moonlight. A small knowing smile curved her lips as she rolled and grabbed air. Alarmed slightly she sat up quickly. Darius chuckled low and deep from the shaded corner of the room. Pheonix grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, hitting her mark. He growled low in his throat and she found herself promptly on her back on the bed. She squirmed against him, and again he chuckled. His lips touched hers and a fire started low in her belly. Her arms twined around his neck drawing him closer as her hips arched upwards towards his instinctively. She moaned as his tongue delved between her lips into the honey sweet depths of her mouth. She ran her nails demurely up his spine, and he nearly purred as the sensation coated his skin. Pulling back slightly he lifted her chin with his finger and ran his tongue gently along the column of her throat, tracing slightly the chain holding the ruby against her skin. He kissed just below it, between the curves of her breasts causing her to arch into his mouth, wanting more. His hands began of their own accord, to wander the flat of her stomach below her navel to the hair line, and back up again to cup her breast. Swiftly his mouth followed his hand ending on her nipple. Licking and teasing it to a stiff peak. She moaned and silently begged for more. He gladly obliged, slightly pressing his erection at her entrance. She swiveled her hips, capturing him inside, as he gasped quietly. Slowly he began to rock farther and farther inside her. Building momentum and torturing her with the intense pleasure. Suddenly she was there and he began to thrust into her wet mound, as she screamed his name out over and over. He saw bliss as well, and collapsed, sated on top of her. Remembering briefly to roll to his side, so he didn't crush her. She sighed, and laid her head on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Much later, thoroughly bathed and dressed (with his help), Pheonix stood on the balcony, waiting, remembering. He walked up behind her and kissed her shoulders, &lt;i&gt;I know it's not something you enjoy, but will you hunt with me? &lt;/i&gt;Caught up in the kisses and caresses she had forgotten the gnawing hunger, reminded now, she answered simply, &lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;He smiled, as they flew over the balcony, swiftly landing on the ground fingers entwined, and moonlight glinting off the single ruby dangling around her throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-8731969871385630261?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8731969871385630261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=8731969871385630261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My head is spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My mind is whirling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My heart is pounding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My face is smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My wrists are bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My blood is spilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My skin is paling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My face is smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My world is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My eyes are un-seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My life is draining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;My face is smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-3784810405050593508?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3784810405050593508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=3784810405050593508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3784810405050593508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3784810405050593508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2010/03/smiling-my-head-is-spinning-my-mind-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-4620636031966814755</id><published>2010-01-10T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;In Your Wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;In the empty day that awaits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I see your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Determination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Persistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Gaining momentum&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Passing heights unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Causing ripples in effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Reversal of cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Options unavailable&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Blow it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Pass it by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Get on with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Shadow Flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Piercing green eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Stare out from the depths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;and visions they conjure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;devour the bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Seduction unwanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Ignored is a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Destroy my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;With your innocent touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;burn me with lips so eager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Look into my eyes and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;that are set afire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-3277558650727144262?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3277558650727144262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=3277558650727144262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3277558650727144262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3277558650727144262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/12/shadow-piercing-green-eyes-stare-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-2459918844244487090</id><published>2009-12-11T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning: PG18 / R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;While she looked out over the night she could feel dawn approaching. Like a wool sweater on bare skin, it grated at her. Although she could be in the sun without pain, the feeling was uncomfortable enough that she chose not to. Now though, the itch was not felt, her thoughts overwhelming every sense. Her mind reeling against the thought that Darius didn't want her. Of course he wants you, she argued herself, who else does he have? He's a vampire dummy he doesn't need anyone, she thought to herself. I will be too. Thought faded and her senses cam back to her like a slap in the face. She stood and walked back towards the house slowly, watching the sun come up over the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A new day, a new night soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Morning rested upon her world heavily as she sank deeply into her bed. Closing her eyes, her thoughts roamed, landing on him. On the last evenings encounters, and her fingers played delicately with the ruby hanging from her neck. It's significance unknown to her. Her body relaxed with force and determination. She would not let him ruin her sleep, but as her mind too began to sleep, her dreams did not follow her decree. Her mind filled with thoughts, and memories of him.&amp;nbsp;He swiftly sat down beside her and kissed her brow, her cheek, and finally her lips. She stirred, reluctant to allow her body to awaken. He tugged gently on her hand and she sat up and looked at him, wonder in her features. He lead her slowly to the bathroom, where what must have been hundreds of candles were lit and the tub held hundreds of flower pedals. Lilac, her favorite scent. She realized quite sudden;y that this wasn't a dream and felt shock all over again. He undressed her and kissed her shoulder, "Get comfy, I'll be right back." She walked over to the tub and stepped in slowly to allow her skin to adjust to the heat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The pedals floated over the water brushing her skin gently as water trickled over her shoulders from her hair. She looked over at him as he entered the darkened room. The smell of lilac swirling thickly in the steam as he moved towards her. He knelt beside the tub and lifted her chin with his fingers towards him until their lips met in a tender caress of delicate skin. As she slid back into the water his hands moved down her shoulders to the flat surface of the water. He dipped his fingertips in creating ever bigger ripples. Trailing slowly down her leg with those same fingers she gasped at the tenderness of his touch. Her eyes closed. She felt his lips making their way back up the same moist path his finger made. Going higher and higher up her thighs making her shiver with anticipation as he neared her mound. He lifted his head and stood. Stepping into the tub he caused water to lap over her nipples giving them a jolt and causing her to gasp, her eyes widened with surprise. He chuckled and lowered himself into the water. Slowly she slid her hands over his chest she kissed him, glad to have him close, to feel his skin. Her lips wandered to his neck as she nipped gently, his eyes closed. Just feeling her every touch, over his chest with her nails and across his hips with her tongue. His stomach quivered eager and wanting. She moved herself to his shaft and slid her tongue along the length, rejoicing at his quick intake of breath. She took him into her mouth sucking and licking while listening to his breathing become labored and shallow. She sat up against the side of the tub and looked at him for a second, then stood and grabbed a towel as she left the room dragging the intoxicating scent with her. Tossing a look over her shoulder she walked to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She grabbed her lotion from the table and began applying it to her shoulders and arms. He appeared behind her and gently removed the bottle from her hands kissing her shoulders and putting lotion on his own hand to rub into her skin. As he applied the liquid and followed with his lips, kissing down her back and across her stomach and up to her breasts suckling her nipples causing her to arch her back and give him access to her throat. He nibbled with his teeth, careful not to draw blood, as he moved his hand lower and slid his fingers between the moist folds, enticing a delicious moan from her which he captured with his kiss. His lips moved lower leaving her nipples and making her stomach quiver. She nearly screamed with delight as his tongue parted her folds and delved into every spot leaving her breathless. He worked his way back up kissing and teasing slowly. Kissing her as he pushed at her entrance, his shaft hard and silky smooth. As she gasped, surprised, he pushed deep inside her creating a pulse in her womb, and causing her to cry out in pleasure. He thrust deep and fast as she flew over the edge again and again pulsating around him, dragging him down with her. Her nails dug deep into his back as he fell over the edge with her, their world turned a deep dark abyss of pleasure and eachother. He collapsed on top of her as he fell back to earth and laid his head on her shoulder. Both breathing heavily. Comforted by the weight of him on her she sighed and wrapped her arms around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-2459918844244487090?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2459918844244487090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=2459918844244487090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/2459918844244487090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/2459918844244487090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/12/warning-pg18-r-while-she-looked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-5108302968731380347</id><published>2009-12-06T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Winter Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Softly falling flakes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;On a cozy country scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Tired trees are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;But the country is still awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Whizzing down the hill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Red on powdered snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;It's a child flying by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Scarf streaming out behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Excited whoops&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Screaming "Let's go again"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;And up the hill they trudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;To fly back down again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-5108302968731380347?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5108302968731380347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=5108302968731380347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/5108302968731380347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/5108302968731380347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-fun-softly-falling-flakes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-7042880472943893149</id><published>2009-11-21T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As her head was reeling, Darius was making certain it stayed that way, and losing himself to his own senses in the process. Tugging on her earlobe with his teeth and dragging his nails down her back causing her to arch up and give him a tantalizing veiw. His lips kissed her throat, his teeth skimming her skin, causing a small ripple of blood to errupt from her veins. Gasping he quickly licked the wound and gingerly stood up and away from her, reining his control.&amp;nbsp;Wondering what&amp;nbsp;had happened she lifted herself to her elbows and gave him a puzzled look. He reached into the closet and grabbed a garment, tossing it at her, and removing himself from the room. Knowing she had upset him did nothing for the night which was anything but 'Nice.' It turned&amp;nbsp;from awkward and silent&amp;nbsp;to stressfull and tense. By the time they returned to the house about two hours later they were both willing to go seperate ways and pretend the other didn't exist. Pheonix wandered gradually to her room and sat on the bed staring at nothing in particular. She seen the abandoned clothing scattered across the floor, and the closet door open in haste, and something she didn't expect. On the sheets just below the pillow was a perfect dot, darker than you'd expect of blood, although she recognized it as such. Suddenly she remembered the tiny pain at her throat and Darius' sudden haste to leave. She sat on the edge of her bed and cried. Nothing could keep her tears in. Why couldn't he finish what he had started? Why was her essence so very repulsive to him, now that she wanted him to take it? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Darius walked slowly, taking in the people who passed him and the people who stared and the people who might make a good meal. Passing stores&amp;nbsp;selling clothing and jewellery, he paused, staring in the window at the ruby necklace perched there. Knowing she would have it, if for no other reason than he wanted to give it to her, he walked into the store. A few moments later he walked out again, eyes intensely blue, more so than any human could comprehend, and a box in his hand containing a single red ruby on a white gold chain. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still crying she felt him enter the house and prepared to leave, not wanting to be near him at all, not wanting him to see the despair and hurt in her eyes. He was there before she could escape him. He seen the tears and the hurt there and felt it as keenly. He dropped the box, the necklace tumbling out, and walked to her wrapping her in his arms cradling her to him. Soaking his shirt with her tears she placed her chin on his shoulder eyes tightly closed and mindlessly pressed kisses to his throat. Although their blood held no appeal to one another, it was still apart of the longing that they held between them. Her eyes open, she noticed the box and something shiny in it. She dropped her arms and walked over to where it had spilled out of the box, and picked it up. Gasping at the near perfection and beauty she found in the single jewel she turned and hugged him more feircely than she thought possible. Knowing he was forgiven he careressed her mind with his thoughts, &lt;em&gt;Why&amp;nbsp;were you crying love? Am I so horrible?&lt;/em&gt; He felt her hesitant reply &lt;em&gt;I must be the horrible one, you can't even bear to have a single drop of me without running. What am I to think Darius? &lt;/em&gt;He held her tighter and surrounded her with himself &lt;em&gt;Don't think. Know that you are mine and that I can't help but blame myself&amp;nbsp;for recruiting you as a monster, for bringing you closer to hell. When the time is right you will be in hell, because there is nothing to reverse the effects I have already brought upon you. If there were... &lt;/em&gt;His thought drifted off. Pheonix stepped back and turned holding the necklace in place for him to clasp. The instant he finished, she was gone, leaving a single thought with him, &lt;em&gt;I'm glad there isn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-7042880472943893149?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7042880472943893149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=7042880472943893149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/7042880472943893149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/7042880472943893149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-her-head-was-reeling-darius-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-6845563691166576083</id><published>2009-11-20T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The black tile in the foyer clicked under her shoes when she entered the house.Standing there, her face gave away every emotion instantaneously. Not that she could hide anything from Darius anyway. Her love, hate, denial, and fear showed clearly in her eyes, and the set of her jaw. He turned his head slowly in her direction as he too felt her presence and the blatant emotion removed itself from her face, she couldn't afford to show so much, not with him. He turned back to the window secondarily and stood up, and without blinking was on the next floor up standing on the balcony looking down at her. "What are your plans for the evening? I was thinking we could do something..." he hesitated "Nice." &amp;nbsp;Her brows arched over her emerald eyes and the smirked "Sounds... Great." She replied trying to smother her giggles of amusement, "Just let me go get some fresh clothes on." Looking finally at her overall appearance he realized some of her supper had missed her mouth and was staining her shirt incriminating and delicious. He was to her in a flash and carrying her back up the stairs, his mouth hard on hers the whole while. Her arms were thrown around his neck and her eyes closed tight devouring him with every other enhanced sense. His smell, like night time revved up, and his taste of midnight honey and bitter chocolate. He laid her down on the bed and looked down and whispered her name softly, his voice like butterfly wings, "Pheonix." Looking up at him she shuddered as her senses became overwhelmed and all she could think of was him, and his touch. His hands undressing her and his teeth nibbling her skin. If thought were possible she would be hoping he felt the same, and knowing he likely didn't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-6845563691166576083?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6845563691166576083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=6845563691166576083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/6845563691166576083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/6845563691166576083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-face-gave-away-every-emotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-4831262053227822118</id><published>2009-11-05T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Confusion denies my heart’s desire&lt;br /&gt;Consumption fills my soul without need&lt;br /&gt;Hurt demands my brain redemption&lt;br /&gt;Sanction my painful wrist&lt;br /&gt;Survive my controlling hands&lt;br /&gt;Love my wicked memories&lt;br /&gt;Destroy my pretty dreams&lt;br /&gt;Crush my toes into ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-4831262053227822118?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4831262053227822118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=4831262053227822118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/4831262053227822118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/4831262053227822118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/unknown-confusion-denies-my-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-3005510261734757680</id><published>2009-11-04T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;They Will Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Unheard screams&lt;br /&gt;Unseen tears&lt;br /&gt;That fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But it seems no one cares&lt;br /&gt;Not that they know&lt;br /&gt;I let them see my smiles&lt;br /&gt;Let them hear me laugh&lt;br /&gt;While all the while a voice yells in my head&lt;br /&gt;No where to turn&lt;br /&gt;There is no one there&lt;br /&gt;All around me&lt;br /&gt;They laugh and they smile&lt;br /&gt;These tears feel like acid&lt;br /&gt;These screams taste like poison&lt;br /&gt;They make me weak&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I can solve it all&lt;br /&gt;I can let them see&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside of me&lt;br /&gt;A warm bath drawn&lt;br /&gt;I sink into the water&lt;br /&gt;The acid tears eat my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;But the screams just won’t come&lt;br /&gt;My wrists burn&lt;br /&gt;As the blade slices and tears&lt;br /&gt;ripping down walls&lt;br /&gt;Parting my skin&lt;br /&gt;so blood can flow&lt;br /&gt;and they won’t know&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Because all they seen were smiles&lt;br /&gt;and all the heard was laughter&lt;br /&gt;They will all know now&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;the unheard screams&lt;br /&gt;the unseen tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-3005510261734757680?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3005510261734757680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=3005510261734757680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3005510261734757680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3005510261734757680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-will-know-unheard-screams-unseen.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-4919380846294589280</id><published>2009-11-04T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;What was once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;What was once&lt;br /&gt;Is no more&lt;br /&gt;What goes up&lt;br /&gt;Must come down&lt;br /&gt;Obvious solutions&lt;br /&gt;Must always go wrong&lt;br /&gt;No luck&lt;br /&gt;Just opinion&lt;br /&gt;Like a singer’s song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-4919380846294589280?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4919380846294589280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=4919380846294589280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/4919380846294589280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/4919380846294589280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-was-once-what-was-once-is-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-7596757684792035692</id><published>2009-11-02T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;As I sit beside the river&lt;br /&gt;Giving it my pain&lt;br /&gt;The river washes it away&lt;br /&gt;But when you lift a stone&lt;br /&gt;It leaves behind a mirky gray&lt;br /&gt;It beckons me for more secrets&lt;br /&gt;And I cry as I give them away&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to walk away&lt;br /&gt;And as I walk automatically&lt;br /&gt;As if on cruise control&lt;br /&gt;The unforgiving pain returns&lt;br /&gt;So I turn around and go sit down&lt;br /&gt;On a rock that lines the rivers’ shore&lt;br /&gt;I feel his presence&lt;br /&gt;And yearn for his touch&lt;br /&gt;As if a ghost, I feel him with me&lt;br /&gt;Except he’s not dead, neither is he there&lt;br /&gt;I turn and walk a few feet away&lt;br /&gt;The pain returns&lt;br /&gt;The rivers’ beckoning strong&lt;br /&gt;So I turn and with a flying leap&lt;br /&gt;I give myself to the rivers’ rocks&lt;br /&gt;As they bash&lt;br /&gt;And the water churns&lt;br /&gt;I see him only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;On the rivers’ shore&lt;br /&gt;I fight the curent&lt;br /&gt;But it’s too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I wake to see the flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;If only for a second he’s by my side&lt;br /&gt;But he’s crying and holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;I try to explain that I’m alright&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize the facts&lt;br /&gt;Like a painful blow&lt;br /&gt;I gave in too soon&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s cruel&lt;br /&gt;But I wish he’d been in that river too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-7596757684792035692?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7596757684792035692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=7596757684792035692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/7596757684792035692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/7596757684792035692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/river-as-i-sit-beside-river-giving-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-862363735986494307</id><published>2009-10-29T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:16.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A shadow, nothing more, barely noticeable against the black sky on the other side of the glass he leaned on. Dark thoughts, as dark as the night beside him, ran through his head, regrets. She was too good to be restricted to spending her life in the shadows and depths of the night. He had been too selfish and hadn't enough self control to save her from it, to stop himself. He thought of her and found her in his mind instantly, running through the forest satisfied and full of regret and self-hatred. He thought to her with gentle calmness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry for the life you have now, the things you must do now. &lt;/i&gt;In the forest she stopped wrapped in his silky voice in her head, and replied with, &lt;i&gt;Y&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ou warned me, didn't you. &lt;/i&gt;It wasn't a question and he hung his head, despising himself. She felt his overwhelming sadness and added, &lt;i&gt;If you hadn't, I wouldn't have found you, I wouldn't be near you, and this is better than the sun. &lt;/i&gt;She started running again and Darius knew the conversation was over, the connection severed. &amp;nbsp;He couldn't help but feel regret for being what he was, and who he was, weak willed and entirely not strong enough to resist her. He had followed her for weeks before the meeting in the park, his own fault. For not being strong enough to look away from her to go feed, for following her hungry, knowing he was not strong enough to resist. He hung his head again and waited for her return, with thoughts that now rivaled the darkness outside.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She continued to run, with her mind purposely empty, and concentrated on going faster, and faster. Whipping by the trees and over the undergrowth that only moved marginally as she sped by, leaving everything she passed undisturbed and without evidence of her passing. Seeking the solace of the black, the shadows, that came with the moonless night. Deep sorrow filled her then as she let a thought of her former life, her living life, enter her mind. She stumbled slightly but didn't slow down even a fraction, pushing the thought from her mind again, and in an effort to keep them out, thought of her "life" now. She thought of everything she had now that she didn't, and never would have experienced before the encounter with Darius. Her thoughts turned to him swiftly without her permission, and she stumbled again, this time unable to stop herself from falling. She flew through the trees, fortunately missing them, and landed on her backside on a pile of thankfully soft undergrowth. She sat up and wiped her hands on her jeans, and sat there for a second. Then with the force of all her strength, a considerable amount now, brought both hands down on the soggy earth, frustrated with herself and her thoughts, shaking the ground for a mile around. She could hear the creatures scurry for safety and the ground settle again. She got up and walked the last hundred yards to the house she shared with Darius at the edge of the city. As she walked through the door his presence surrounded her and her breathing tripped momentarily at the shock of the sensations that followed entering his presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-862363735986494307?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/862363735986494307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=862363735986494307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/862363735986494307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/862363735986494307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-nothing-more-barely-noticeable.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-5574969310438677046</id><published>2009-10-27T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:54.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disguise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angels in Disguise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;uncertainty unease&lt;br /&gt;wraps around like a wet cold blanket&lt;br /&gt;seeking for warmth&lt;br /&gt;in these dark streets&lt;br /&gt;strangers&lt;br /&gt;coins thrown&lt;br /&gt;like peanuts at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;litter thrown around by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;night skys tremble&lt;br /&gt;and threaten rain&lt;br /&gt;paper walls&lt;br /&gt;to protect living souls&lt;br /&gt;innocence is drawn away&lt;br /&gt;confusion to describe it&lt;br /&gt;repulsion to deny it&lt;br /&gt;let us drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;unheard unseen&lt;br /&gt;forgotten in these streets&lt;br /&gt;shadows to walk on&lt;br /&gt;trip over&lt;br /&gt;cast aside&lt;br /&gt;gaze upon us&lt;br /&gt;survivors in this repulsive race&lt;br /&gt;human to the core&lt;br /&gt;basics back in order&lt;br /&gt;reacting to the chaos&lt;br /&gt;refusing to wonder&lt;br /&gt;what may have been&lt;br /&gt;what could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;live love&lt;br /&gt;be happy&lt;br /&gt;but remember&lt;br /&gt;and be thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;we are the saints you dont see&lt;br /&gt;the ones you dont remember&lt;br /&gt;the reminder when your forgetful&lt;br /&gt;to be grateful&lt;br /&gt;and thankful&lt;br /&gt;for food&lt;br /&gt;for water&lt;br /&gt;for sturdy walls&lt;br /&gt;we are angels in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-5574969310438677046?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5574969310438677046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=5574969310438677046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/5574969310438677046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/5574969310438677046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/angels-in-disguise-uncertainty-unease.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-4527277206711679279</id><published>2009-10-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;To My True Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Black Silk.&lt;br /&gt;Pale Skin.&lt;br /&gt;Red Roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Timeless Passion.&lt;br /&gt;Endless Heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Words Just Can’t Be Found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Blue Eyes And Green.&lt;br /&gt;Lips.&lt;br /&gt;Melt Together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Ecstasy. It’s Purest Form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Driving Need.&lt;br /&gt;Be One.&lt;br /&gt;Two Hearts Beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Gasps of Breath.&lt;br /&gt;Deepest sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I Wish.&lt;br /&gt;Now And Forever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-4527277206711679279?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4527277206711679279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=4527277206711679279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/4527277206711679279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/4527277206711679279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-true-love-black-silk.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-3529769700527625204</id><published>2009-10-26T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cont. Fr. Friday, Oct. 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven black hair whipped across her face as she stared out over the city lights. The wind crashing through her ears and around her tall figure atop the skyscraper. Trying to deny her hunger, she thinks of Darius. Her eyes softening instantly at the thought of his strong face and deep forever-changing eyes. Regretting her denial she stoops low on the rooftop and leaps forward, free-falling downward. Her favorite part of what she had become, the exhilarating falling sensation.The freedom of flight, without flying. Spotting her next meal, she sweeps down beside a dumpster and walks casually out of the alley. Following the man to his car, she opens the passenger door and steps in. He looks over at her, a surprised and shocked look on his face, but words don't escape his mouth as her eyes change and he laughs and starts the car. During the drive he chatters to her as if they had known each other for years. She hated deceiving innocents, but she had to eat somehow. They round a bend in the road and he pulls over and looks at her quietly, waiting. She looks at him again and leans toward him sliding his tie loose and pulling his collar down to unveil his throat. She slides across the seat, into his lap, straddling him. She kisses his cheek and whispers in his ear, a gentle "Sorry." Moving her mouth lower on his throat, she bites into the tender flesh covering the artery. Blood gushes into her mouth and she moans with pleasure at the rush, the satisfaction. As she finishes, she wipes the memories from his mind and steps from the vehicle, leaving him to awaken later, confused and wondering. With a thought she breaks into a run and disappears faster than the human eye could trace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-3529769700527625204?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3529769700527625204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=3529769700527625204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3529769700527625204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/3529769700527625204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/cont.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-1355324713890877160</id><published>2009-10-26T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Still, After All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Fog settles heavy against a barren sky.&lt;br /&gt;Buildings slice through yearning to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Brittle souls walk upon the grass across the city,&lt;br /&gt;And life passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;A flowers struggles to grow in the crack of a sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;Precious petals reach for sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless insects destroyed all around by heavy feet,&lt;br /&gt;And life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Great waves crash against wonderous boulders.&lt;br /&gt;A crab crawls on the sand just barely out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;Pearls see their homes die as they are collected,&lt;br /&gt;And life continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;A miracle is witnessed as a child is born.&lt;br /&gt;Tears falls across cheeks as a mother is buried.&lt;br /&gt;Cold earth is packed around a wood coffin,&lt;br /&gt;And still, after all, life lingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-1355324713890877160?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1355324713890877160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=1355324713890877160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/1355324713890877160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/1355324713890877160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-after-all-fog-settles-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-6981524232242510445</id><published>2009-10-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;For Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Three little words that mean so much,&lt;br /&gt;Give so much, take so much.&lt;br /&gt;Empires have fallen, kingdoms crumbled,&lt;br /&gt;For love, all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Eight letters that accept so much,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt so much, heal so much.&lt;br /&gt;People have died, and many have lied,&lt;br /&gt;For love, all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;One moment in which the heart shatters,&lt;br /&gt;Beat faster, breaks.&lt;br /&gt;The world falls back, the world is lost,&lt;br /&gt;For love, all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Two people who trust, who commit,&lt;br /&gt;To sacrifice, to retain.&lt;br /&gt;Religion has denied and admitted,&lt;br /&gt;For love, all for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;All for your love my Darling,&lt;br /&gt;I could ruin an empire or kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;I could hurt, I could heal.&lt;br /&gt;I could deny, I could admit.&lt;br /&gt;I could let the world fall away and be lost,&lt;br /&gt;For your love, all for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-6981524232242510445?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6981524232242510445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=6981524232242510445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/6981524232242510445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/6981524232242510445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-7025411275078372687</id><published>2009-10-24T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Dreaming of Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Footprints in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Scattered amongst the trees&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight sparkles&lt;br /&gt;On gently falling flakes&lt;br /&gt;Laughter floats on a crisp breeze&lt;br /&gt;Skates can be heard&lt;br /&gt;Biting the ice&lt;br /&gt;Gliding and tripping&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him&lt;br /&gt;With laughter behind green eyes&lt;br /&gt;He catches her grin&lt;br /&gt;Pulls her close&lt;br /&gt;His blue eyes shimmer&lt;br /&gt;With Humour&lt;br /&gt;White snowflakes fly&lt;br /&gt;Their butts hit the bank&lt;br /&gt;Laughter bubbles all around them&lt;br /&gt;Through the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-7025411275078372687?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7025411275078372687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=7025411275078372687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/7025411275078372687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/7025411275078372687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreaming-of-winter-footprints-in-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-1049056966244679793</id><published>2009-10-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:48.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;A Single Red Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;A single red rose&lt;br /&gt;A single tear shed&lt;br /&gt;For those we love&lt;br /&gt;For those we held dear&lt;br /&gt;For all that is lost&lt;br /&gt;For all we will gain&lt;br /&gt;Together and apart&lt;br /&gt;Forever and not again&lt;br /&gt;For before&lt;br /&gt;For today&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And everything between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-1049056966244679793?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1049056966244679793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=1049056966244679793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/1049056966244679793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/1049056966244679793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-red-rose-single-red-rose-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-1077759928743483660</id><published>2009-10-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The night closes in around me as I walk through the park and the fog drifts around my feet. A tingling up my spine causes my feet to move faster, nearly tripping me. A sudden noise in front of me makes me stop. Looking around myself, wondering if I am delusional, and fairly certain I am, something brushes my shoulder, and I whip around to see nothing. I shake my head at myself and continue walking quickly, a small adrenaline rush going through my body, urging me on. A hand clamps over my shoulder and I spin around to stare into bottomless black eyes that seem to bore into my very soul. He grabs my hand gently and leads me, to my own surprise, without protest, to a nearby bench and pushes me down. My senses return to me and I jump up again, suddenly intent on demanding what he wanted. I look at him, opening my mouth to speak, and see a commanding, stunning stare compelling me to sit back down. He continues to stare through me, not seeming to notice I am there, and still I can't speak. Just as suddenly as he came upon me, he was beside me on the bench, talking frantically and certainly in another language, because my mind wouldn't register what he was saying, or didn't want to. When I realized he was warning me, I woke up from the state I was in, (what else could you describe it as) I understood. He wanted me to do something. But what? And then he took my head in his hands, tilted it to the side, and slowly brought his lips to my neck. At the last instant it clicked in my brain, almost audibly. As the thought entered my head, too late, I felt the pressure at my neck and his teeth pierced my skin and with frightening clarity the blood draining, being leached from my veins. That is the night I died.... Well almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-1077759928743483660?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1077759928743483660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=1077759928743483660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/1077759928743483660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/1077759928743483660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-closes-in-around-me-as-i-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812177159468771303.post-5139765770689771602</id><published>2009-10-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:13:59.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>About the Blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/SuJ_kcvfd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ka27GDWpZh4/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/SuJ_kcvfd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ka27GDWpZh4/s200/143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396015567710681026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I write short parts of stories, that in my head, I have the entire book playing through my head like a movie on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; fast forward. In this manner I create within others the horrible urge to beat the rest of the story out of me... or at least I hope I do. I am in my twenties. I have a son and a dog. But I don't write about them. I am greedy that way. They are mine and mine alone. I don't want to share. I write about anything that has nothing to do with me, sometimes the unexpected and sometimes a different version of what hundreds of others have written hundreds of times. Hope you enjoy at least some of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812177159468771303-5139765770689771602?l=treasuresparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5139765770689771602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3812177159468771303&amp;postID=5139765770689771602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/5139765770689771602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812177159468771303/posts/default/5139765770689771602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasuresparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-blogger.html' title='About the Blogger.'/><author><name>Treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049254608156640203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/Supzx6E2YWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wYqUqO74SO0/S220/051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvECLeN9oG8/SuJ_kcvfd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ka27GDWpZh4/s72-c/143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
