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The Ball
I sat at the side of the dance waiting for someone to come over toward me to ask if I would like to dance but I sat there. Everyone around me was enjoying their time there except for me. I came here to see if I would have a joyous time but it seemed like I won't. "May I have this dance?" I looked around but found that it was someone else that had been asked. I dreaded the day that I would be asked. I could not dance like the others. I could not dance a dance that was out of sync. I could only dance to music played at a ball. Music with serenity. Music with beauty. I then left. I walked my way away. I then heard someone running toward my direction. I looked back to find someone that I had been fond of but knew they weren't for me. "Wait!" "What is it?" "I forgot to ask you." "Ask me what?" "May I dance with you?" "Why dance with me with no music and I cant dance to the music there." "We can dance to the sound of the crickets and I cant dance to that music either." "Why don't y
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Literature
The Rose Petals Fall
Bartholomew looked out of the window in her room that faced out which had been opened by someone. Bartholomew did his usual routine with the daisies and walked outside the house. the rain drizzled above him as he searched the ground to see if there were any foot prints that had been left behind, if anyone did enter the house other than himself. He rushed out to the sidewalk where he met the harsh rain fall. The droplets fell like lead and hit the ground with rage and agony like a woman meeting her untimely demise. Bartholomew thought about the house so much but yet couldn't do anything due to the fact that it was abandoned. Everything in the house was only owned by no one but a specter. There was no carriage in sight that could take him away, so Bartholomew started to walk. He made his to Melbury and furthered himself form the house. He soon found himself talking to Juliana, a sweet and gentle woman that had found love with a lily in her hand. "Good evenin
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The Wall Between Us
I saw you. I saw you on the other side. I saw you on the other side of the glass wall. The wall that was put between us. The wall that separated us. You smiled at me and I smiled back. I liked them. They made me happy. But the wall kept us apart. Where could I have gone to see them. How could I get over the wall to be with them. I don't know. I stood at the wall and they joined me. I had a two pieces of coal in my pocket. I drew on the glass. "Hello" I put on the wall. They searched their pockets but found nothing to draw on it. I looked down in my pocket and grabbed the other piece of coal. I threw it over and they grabbed it. They started to write on the wall. "Hi" They wrote. "It's nice to meet you" They looked at what I wrote and smiled even more. then it all went off from there. "What do you like to do?" I wrote. "I'm not so sure" They said. "It seems that you like to write" "Hey, Its the only way to talk to you". I laughed. Over time, the wall became filled with our conversations
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Literature
The Heart of a Train: Part 47
The Princess of Wales entered the station of The Mount and set itself down to let everyone that was onboard off. Scarlet was the first to leave and headed toward a café that was nearby. She entered the café to see that it was almost empty and that it was going to close soon. "May I be able to have something here before you close?" She asked the man behind the counter "Yes. I don't mind staying a couple more minutes." The man said. Scarlet then sat herself down at a table that faced the platforms to see the steam trains coming in and out. She watched as everyone else got off. Jacob Flaster exited from the observation car and ran toward another platform as Locomotive No. 1 pulled in and stopped in front of where he stood. The Fairy Queen rushed past the station and went off into the distance as Jacob Soulifer got off. He left the train station and walked off toward the roads where he went off on his way. Sammy and Laura Lither left the dinning car and waited at the station for
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The Rose Loses Its Color
Every time Bartholomew came to her house to water her flowers, he'd never touch a thing as to presume its history. He'd only touch a cup to fill it with water, he would look at the walls of pictures that they had hung together, he would then enter her room and walk over to her stand where the daisy's, rested and watered them. He would finally leave the cup downstair and would leave. "This is and will always be a house of her memories that I will never let leave." He said to himself. Each step he took, he felt drawn more and more to it as if there were something wrong. As he reached the door, he saw that it was cracked open a little. Bartholomew pushed the door open slowly. Inside, there was not much that was different but the cup was missing from where he usually placed it. He then walked up the stairs quickly but quietly as to not disturb the silence. He found a little spot of ink on the floor where it should not have been. "Who else came in here?" Bartholomew wondered. As he reached
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Literature
The Rose Frails in The Cold
The waters below looked calm, quiet, and untouched. The sound of the water left no words for Bartholomew. He just stared at it. The wind blew around him like a train that was on a track around a tree. The breeze felt cold but warm. Salty waters soon joined the stream as he stared to cry more and more. "Why must I be consumed with emotion when it is all in the past." Bartholomew thought to himself. Then one after another clean water fell from the sky and started to fill the stream. Bartholomew walked away and headed down  Osnabruch Street to Munster square. There he walked around the square for he looked everywhere for a carriage but found non. The water soon flooded the streets with remorse. "If I was only there for her." He said as he endlessly walked the path that would only lead him further into the labyrinth but leave him with no answers. He then found a carriage with the driver just getting ready to leave. Bartholomew rushed over and called out saying, "Excuse
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The Growing Rose
"That is wonderful that you are having young." Bartholomew said pleasantly as he stood up. "I wish I could have one." He thought to himself. Staler looked at Bartholomew happily then walked off saying, "I must go now, I will hopefully see you sometime in the future." Bartholomew watched as Staler walked off in the distance until he could no longer be seen. Bartholomew's heart stopped for a moment at the thought of the woman that was in the picture in his office. His feelings for her were undying and were never severed even when he learned of her passing. Bartholomew started his way to Albany Street, took a left at William Street, and turned up Osnabruch Street to the Clarence Gardens. Bartholomew went to the Clarence gardens with the woman once. She loved the way the flowers bloomed and how many colors there were. At the time he was there with her he asked her, "If you were a flower, what would you be?" "I would want to be a beautiful white daisy." She responded. After h
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The Heart of a Train: Part 46
Brian walked back through the door he came in from. Jacob watched as he left. "Why don't you head back to the other train?" Edward asked. Jacob looked at Edward for a second and then said, "Alright." Edward walked Jacob to the bridge and led him across. Edward looked off into the distance and saw a building that came between The City of Truro and The Princess of Wales. He pushed Jacob over to the other side of the bridge and then ran back to the car that Scarlet was in. He opened the passenger door. "Scarlet! Hurry! There is something coming this way that might destroy the bridge. I cant leave you behind." Edward yelled out to Scarlet. She then quickly stood out of her seat and dash to Edward. Cassandra watched as they dashed off and  ran behind them. Edward grabbed Scarlet's hand and ran across the bridge. Cassandra stopped at the doorway that connected the two trains. She peaked around the corner to see a building was coming closer, then she looked
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Literature
The Bloody Youth
Bartholomew walked down Marylebone Road until he reached Park Crescent. There he stood in the small grassy area for some time. He waited there until he could no longer think of the person that was behind the door in the alley. He placed himself on a bench near by and sat there. He placed his hands over his head and thought,"I wonder what means she has living in such a dark and creepy place?" Many people walked by Bartholomew showing concern for him. Bartholomew looked up for a short period of time and looked up in the sky. "Where have the times gone, Bartholomew." A voice said in front of Bartholomew. He put his head down to see Joseph Staler. He was a highly trained constable. "It has been many year, Staler. What brings you here?" Bartholomew asked. "I was just passing by and I saw you sitting here so I decided to come over. What are you doing here?" Staler asked. Bartholomew looked at Staler for a second then said, "I'm just out for a stroll and I decided to take
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The Bloody Cloth
Bartholomew waited for the constables to arrive. They asked Bartholomew about the incident. "Do you know when she was killed? Do you know who killed her? Do you have any connections with her?" We only some of the many questions asked by police. Bartholomew answered with saying that he had never met the girl. The constables checked the area, then left. They placed the girls body in a carriage and took her to a place of medical care. Bartholomew stayed in the alleyway and waited until everyone had left. He then went back further into the alleyway, still wanting to see the girl. He came upon the end of the alleyway. He looked to his left and found himself was face to face with the mahogany door. He stared at it silently. He walked closer to the door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. He quickly placed his hand to his side. He noticed a light appear below the door. "She must be coming to the door." Bartholomew thought to himself. The door opened with a cr
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The Bloody Body
After Bartholomew left his house, he went out to search for the woman. He called a carriage to take him back to the alleyway. He waved his hand that held his cane in the air. A velvet carriage with golden rimmed doors appeared. "Can you take me to Nottingham Plaza." Bartholomew asked the driver. "Yes, I can." The driver said. Bartholomew entered the carriage carefully. The carriage's seats were navy blue. When he took a seat, the carriage started to move. Bartholomew didn't look out of the window in fear that he would see the cloaked figure. When he reached Nottingham, he looked around trying to find the alleyway. He looked to where he last remembered seeing it. He saw the alleyway but now it was blocked by boards that seemed to have been there for years. "I was just there yesterday. How can it be blocked up." Bartholomew thought. He walked toward the alleyway, then he searched the boards for a handle as if it were a door. Bartholomew pushed on the boards with his hands,
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Literature
The Blood Feast
Bartholomew woke up the following day. His eyes were in tears and his face was red. "How long did I fall asleep for?" He thought to himself. He looked out of the window from his room to the streets. He saw three carriages placed on the side of the road and saw Samuel Gregors with his baller hat walking into his house with his wife Sherlina. They had just come back from their trip to Rotterdam on the SS Batavier II. Bartholomew walked away from the window and headed for the kitchen. He sat himself at the end of the table and waited for the cook to bring his food out. "SEBASTIAN!" Bartholomew yelled. Sebastian walked out of the kitchen with a metal platter. He placed the platter on the table and picked up the lid. Underneath was a breakfast that had been carefully prepared for. "Thank you." Bartholomew said as Sebastian made a plate of food for him. Sebastian nodded. He then walked back into the kitchen. Bartholomew started to eat his foo
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The Blood Ball
Bartholomew's hat flew off his head and into the air. He watched as it landed on top of a fence post. Bartholomew walked over to his hat and picked it up. He want back inside his house and slammed the door shut. He then placed his top hat on a chair and took off his suit. His house was warm to him but it was lonely. Bartholomew grabbed the picture of the woman and walked to his bedroom. He laid on his bed softly as he stared at the picture. The woman had lime green eyes as well as long red hair. She faced the picture's face and smiled. Her hands were placed him her lap. Bartholomew looked at the picture as it fell on his face. He closed his eyes and pictured her. She was wearing a sunlight yellow dress and was dancing to the beat of a song. Her hips moved round and round as she danced on. "Come on. We only live once you know." She said. I cant really dance very well." He exclaimed. "Here." She said cheerfully as she grabbed his hand. "I'll show you." She placed her left hand in hi
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Blood from the Eyes
Bartholomew entered his 3 story tall house with ease. When he entered, he heard nothing but the creaks of the floor as he took each step carefully. "My house is always so silent. What am I missing?" Bartholomew thought to himself. Bartholomew went to his lounge and sat at his mahogany desk. He had papers scattered all over it. The papers were ideas he had for future stories but they seemed to always fail on their final stages of plot. "What am I doing wrong?" Bartholomew said as he cuffed his hands together and placed his head on top of them. He hit the table with his left hand. An ink bottle fell on the hard wood floor but no ink spilled out as well as some of his paper. As he bent over and picked up his papers, he found a picture of one of the many women he fell in love with when he was younger. That woman was special to him. She had a beautiful smile and a bubbly personality that always made him laugh. But one day she met her untimely demise. She was found in an
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Blood on a Cloak
After Bartholomew and Jones finished their conversation, Jones walked home to his house on West Moreland. "Good day to you." Bartholomew said cheerfully when they parted ways. Bartholomew decided that he wanted to head back to his house, so he walked out toward High Street. He stood on the curb and waved his hands in the air for a carriage to come. A black stage coach came with a brown horse pulling. "Where would you like to go, Sir?" The coach driver asked. "I'd like to go to Boscobel Garden, please." Bartholomew said tenderly as he entered the well decorated inside of the coach. Once Bartholomew sat down, the coach driver snapped the reigns and sent the horse off. Inside the coach, Bartholomew looked out of the window and watched as he went by streets. As they went on, Bartholomew spotted the black cloaked figure again but this time the figure had a red liquid on their cloak. The liquid was barely noticeable but stood out in the open to Bartholomew. "Is that blood
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I sat at the side of the dance waiting for someone to come over toward me to ask if I would like to dance but I sat there. Everyone around me was enjoying their time there except for me. I came here to see if I would have a joyous time but it seemed like I won't. "May I have this dance?" I looked around but found that it was someone else that had been asked. I dreaded the day that I would be asked. I could not dance like the others. I could not dance a dance that was out of sync. I could only dance to music played at a ball. Music with serenity. Music with beauty. I then left. I walked my way away. I then heard someone running toward my direction. I looked back to find someone that I had been fond of but knew they weren't for me. "Wait!" "What is it?" "I forgot to ask you." "Ask me what?" "May I dance with you?" "Why dance with me with no music and I cant dance to the music there." "We can dance to the sound of the crickets and I cant dance to that music either." "Why don't you like it? The music" "It's just not my type. I like to think of music as a place that I can be free with a melody that isn't just words said at random to make it sound like a beat." They grabbed my hand and I grabbed theirs. The sound of the crickets played on as we stepped foot by foot. Swing by swing. Pose by pose. We danced on. That night never ended forb us. The music played on and changed from piano to violin. Then it was both instruments and so on and so forth but we were never unpleased with the music. I never thought I would find happiness but now I know what it feels like.
The Ball
A dance between two people finding their true hearts for music in each other.
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Bartholomew looked out of the window in her room that faced out which had been opened by someone. Bartholomew did his usual routine with the daisies and walked outside the house. the rain drizzled above him as he searched the ground to see if there were any foot prints that had been left behind, if anyone did enter the house other than himself. He rushed out to the sidewalk where he met the harsh rain fall. The droplets fell like lead and hit the ground with rage and agony like a woman meeting her untimely demise. Bartholomew thought about the house so much but yet couldn't do anything due to the fact that it was abandoned. Everything in the house was only owned by no one but a specter. There was no carriage in sight that could take him away, so Bartholomew started to walk. He made his to Melbury and furthered himself form the house. He soon found himself talking to Juliana, a sweet and gentle woman that had found love with a lily in her hand. "Good evening, my dear. How may you have been doing?" Bartholomew greeted. I have been doing quite well lately Bartholomew since she had passed away." Juliana said. She had lost her grandmother not to long ago and was left with grief hanging over her shoulders. Juliana's grandfather had died about two weeks before her grandmother's death. "I still believe that they will be happy together. She was always depressed when I wanted to talk to her." Juliana said as she smiled with tears falling.
The Rose Petals Fall
This story takes place in London of 1897. Following a man name Bartholomew

Many of the people and streets in this story are real.
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No problem. You deserve it. UwU
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