Save Me | Eddie Borgo Rose Gold-Plated Spiked Urn Necklace

Maybe one day you'll see things my way. You'd understand why it had to end this way, even after all the shit we went through together. The guns and bullets weren't worth it anymore. And fuck all that bullshit about it being justified. It's not justified at all. I did something immoral and there's no excuse for that. How could I ever expect you to understand.. God it's just.. I wish you weren't so.. So good. It makes the guilt trip that much harder to overcome. But it's not your fault, of course. It was always my ideas that got us in trouble. My idiocy that left me with dust. I guess I'm sorry. You know I'm really not though, don't you? The jobs are more difficult without you always correcting me, feeding me the rule book. You're the real hero, you know? Guess I'm the new villain ... My ride's here. Don't mind if I take some of you with me. Maybe one day you'll save me too.




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Home | Regal Rose Star Rings

His stance wavered. His feet took the tiniest of steps to and fro, trying to keep him standing, but in the end they failed to support him, and he came crashing down to his knees. Blood trickled down his chest in three streams and stained his pitch black uniform like a dark red nebula. Shadows ran across his eyes, carrying pictures of the family he abandoned for his calling. The shining silver blade fell out of his loose grip and clanged loudly against the marble floor. A pinch of a smile grabbed his cheek before he began falling to the floor.

But just as he was about to hit the ground, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled his head close to her chest. Saving him from the fatal impact she laid his head gently on her lap and fingered the three shuriken stars sticking out of his chest.

"I have to take these out Sen," she said.

He placed his hand weakly over hers. "They've shattered my sternum, Kina. I can feel my heart trying to escape, but this passionate monster must stay inside."

She stared at him unmoved and withdrew her hand from his. The building was on fire and her brothers and sisters were falling dead around her. But Kina remained, rock hard and stone cold.

"Look at me Kina."

She blinked and turned down to face him.

"You have to get it back Kina. Make your last move swift." He coughed and just managed to softly say, "I will see you at home," before he became absolutely still.

Gently she laid Sen's head on the ground and stood up, but only after plucking the bloody stars out of his chest. Clutching them tightly until her hands bled she bolted towards the vault, casting the stars at the remaining guards's foreheads, killing them instantly. One of her sisters had already opened the door and fell consequently. She leapt over her mangled body and dashed into the vault.

The samurai stood between her and her goal. She was ready. This was mortal combat, but their swords sliced viciously through the air. Swift, she thought. She threw her sword towards her opponent. In a flash she was at the table, hugging the pink monster tightly against her chest, and her opponent had pierced her from the back.

Tears rampaged down her cheeks, throwing out years of forgotten pain and sadness. She died, but she made it back home.


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Know | House of Harlow Double Arrowhead Cuff in Gold

The bow released as the arrow pierced the air. The arrowhead glowed and misted into a golden claw, which snatched out the heart of its victim and landed in the boulder beyond. The heart was still beating when the claw's grip unfolded.

His enemy wavered, hole in its chest, and fell to its knees. Its eyes faded before it crashed to the ground in a heap of broken branches and fallen leaves. He walked over to the boulder and pulled the arrow out with ease. Covering the heart with a cloth and tucking it into the bottom of his quiver, he treaded back to the castle grounds.

"Killed another one, have you?" asked his brother.

He walked down the staircase into the dungeon and strode across the floor of the cold tunnel that led to the mountain of frozen hearts. The quiver shook on his back violently and stopped as suddenly as it began. He took the now frozen heart out from the bottom of the quiver and stacked it along with the others. It had crystallized and was now sparkling like any old gem, but it still remained the same shape and size. It would forever remain in that state. An everlasting symbol of love stolen from the ghosts of his past.

"When do you think it's gonna be enough?" his brother asked again.

He turned around to face his brother, who stood at the last stair.

"Nothing will ever be good enough for her," he said with a tone of marked resolution, "but this," he gestured to the mountain of hearts, "is all I can do. It's all I can give her."

"She loved you. You know that."

"I know." He walked towards his brother and started up the stairwell. Turning back, he whispered, "But she didn't know how much I loved her."


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Police | Mr. Kate Screw You Ring in Rose

God what a night.

I sat in the car waiting for something interesting to pop up on the police scanner. The hot chocolate Jane made for me wasn't enough to subdue the cold. The dryness bit my eyes and I had to shut them tightly to stop from twitching.

What I saw next, I didn't quite expect.

A girl, 18 by the (ahem) looks of her, stood naked right in front of the car's headlights like a deer. The only thing she wore was a red bracelet on her right wrist. Her feet were bleeding from the sharp prominences of the road. She squinted against the light and seemed to stare me down.

And I just kind of.. sat there. Honestly, how often do you get put into these situations?

Well I did eventually get out. I asked her what she was doing out in this cold (like that). She didn't answer me. She just flipped me off and sprinted away.

I think I could faintly hear her voice in the distance, shouting "Fuck the police."

I just sat back in the driver's seat and shut the door. Took another swig of the hot chocolate and thought,

Kids these days..



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Witness | Pret-a-Surf Colour-Block Sweatshirt

"Mommy, mommy, look!"

What innocence. What curiosity. And the rarity of it now.


"Yes, love, it's rather bold."

"What do you think?"

"Minimalist. But I do love the simplicity."

Oh how kind. Now who is this?


Finger to her lip, with her eyes inspecting the frame and its content, she tilted her head and smiled, looking at it over and over. Seeing, digging, deeper, dreamer.

What a doll, this one. I wonder what you think Miss 'Rouge.' Your lips do give your sensuality away. And your hips. A lovely pose indeed. A little misguided, yet you know what you want, don't you? You're a figure fit for power. I can see the ambition in your eyes.


"Hey Loden, what about this one?"

"That'd be perfect for the study! What does it cost?"

"Hello, excuse me? Sir? Sir! Over here!"

Her smile is gone. She stares back at the couple, whom wave their hands excitedly about to get the gallery owner's attention. She turns back to the frame, and walks away.

Farewell Miss 'Rouge.' Perhaps in a different setting we shall meet again.


Night falls over as the moon takes its stand. The lights are shut off and a dark figure creeps.

Who is this? What is your intention? Wait. I recognize those lips..


She takes the frame off the wall, tucks it into a large black case, and creeps away.

You crimson bitch, where are you taking me?!




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Secrets | Aline Weber in Club Monaco Spring 2012

I sit out on my wooden swing, hanging from the tired branches of the oak tree. One day I will be too big for it, and I shall fall with it. I take my diary with me to write my secrets in. I tell my dear how much I like him, how much I hate them, how much I wish everything could change. My pencil sometimes breaks. Now I write in pen and strikeout words more often than I write them. Mistakes. Mistakes. It's okay. I will get better at this. I write when the goldfish come and continue when they go. The shade is not so dark. I bring my dragon with me, to protect my words from my enemies. He stands on the tree stump where the other swing used to swing. I can hear the stream, but I'm not allowed to go near it. Even if it's only up to my ankles, it'll still drown me. I wore my pretty shoes out, with the ribbon laces, but they're dirty now from the earth and the rusty leaves. I kick the jealous worms away. My pen is running out of ink.




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Cold | We Are Handsome The Garden Printed Triangle Bikini

"Darling, won't you please come out of that dreadful water soon?
Darling, please?
Darling?
Darling!"

The water drowned out all foreign sounds. All I heard was the swishes and swashes of the current, hugging my every curve and freckle. My legs kicked gently beneath me as I floated in the middle of the lake, watching the clouds pass over me, darkening in shade and growing in height.

I closed my eyes, imagining I was back home with my brother, reading books out on the porch to him, with mother always nagging me about my future and how I should be planning it. Oh how I missed his tiny grins and soft head, his hands barely grasping my fingers.

The towering cumulonimbus cloud started to drizzle, and my eyes fluttered against the drops. I dipped underneath and watched it rain. The raindrops punched against the water surface, fighting to join the mass. Some hit harder than others. I could almost feel the ground. I felt the seaweed wrapping themselves around my arms and legs, but they knew I couldn't stay, and so their grip slipped away. I pushed off the floor of the lake and burst out for air, sinking down again until my ears were submerged.

"Darling, please it's not safe, do get out!"

I tiptoed along the shallower parts of the lake, watching the fluid emptiness. I swayed as the plants did. The fish were probably hiding away, like mother and my brother.

I walked out of the lake and father rushed over with a towel.

"Oh darling, the storm's here. Aren't you cold?"

"I'm not cold," I said, "only my body is."


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Feather | Oscar de la Renta 22-Karat Gold-Plated Collar Necklace

They found her crouched in the corner of a dark alley, her golden eyes sunken, twisting and smoothing a raven’s feather over and over in her hands. She was naked and covered in the dirt of the earth she ran through for her escape. They stood over her destitution and hauled her off the ground. And with her head hanging low, she walked with them to the car.

The agents drove her back to headquarters. It was a building made with mirrored walls, making it almost invisible to the suspicious eyes flying overhead. During the drive, Furie kept her face hidden behind her long, dark, tangled hair; she hid the glint in her eyes and her snide grin.

They locked her in a glass cell, and she once again resumed her crouched position in the corner. Agents, superiors, doctors, and scientists, all sworn to secrecy, were brought to the cell to examine her, to try to figure her out. But she kept stroking the feather, stroking the darkness, the night.

During the nights, her golden eyes would burn with the flames of revenge. She kept twisting and smoothing the raven’s feather, twirling it around her finger to create a spiral of blackness. And when the feather was finally good and twisted, she entwined it with the lock of hair at the nape of her neck.

The next morning, she was gone. And the agents found her again in the alley, crouched, stroking an eagle’s feather. With the night on her shoulders and justice in her hands, she would smite all who looked down on her; beginning with the monsters in the alley.


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