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Chocolate and Vanilla Buttercream Frostings by m-richelieu, literature

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Chocolate and Vanilla Buttercream Frostings

Easy and Simple Buttercream Frosting In all honesty, since I've had to change the way I eat, I either seriously crave sugar until I'm sick, or can't wait to rinse the taste out of my mouth. (That could be because without a wheat high, I crave a sugar high and overdo it to the point I'm sick.) Still learning. I do enjoy sweets, though they tend to be natural sources more and more. So, these frostings aren't overly sweet and I usually halve the recipe. These are my 'It can frost a cake or so' whole recipes. Buttercream for me, should not have shortening, even vanilla. Yes, the color is crisper, yes, it is stiffer and the lines are cleaner. I j

Turn the light on by m-richelieu, literature

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Turn the light on

Turn the light on by Merrique Lynn Richelieu Turn the light on A stranger thinking aloud In a language no one can understand Pick me up and hose me down Left alone on the shores of a dark land Turn the light on Destroy all the shadows Shining it brighter than the surface of the sun Turn the light on Burn all the shadows until there’s nowhere to run Burn away all the shadows Show what’s going on below Buzzing between my ears— Can’t keep living on thought control Listening to the pumping of machines Wide eyes open still unable to see Hearing words but not a single meaning Rest my heart’s desperate beat Ramm

Second-hand Smoke by m-richelieu, literature

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Second-hand Smoke

Second-hand smoke by Merrique Lynn Richelieu You are second-hand smoke. Effervescent rivulets of grey, you fade and twist in my veins. These feelings you provoke— I wouldn’t change a thing. You brought me to life. With one kiss, you saved me when I certainly thought I’d died. You’re moist air in my lungs when I can’t take another drink. I’ve been desperate to change. To find the truth I left to find. I’m living to find a smile. There’s nothing left in the world that can change my mind. No one can change how I feel. I’ve let go of all the things I clutched to so desperately. Just to m

In the high desert by m-richelieu, literature

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In the high desert

In the high desert by Merrique Lynn Richelieu I see you sitting there in your dark, matte jacket and your black top. Your faded Levis have three drops of yellow dill seed Strewn in a little patch We can't wipe it, it's dry, it won't budge I love you more when I look at you. So much so my eyes leak rust. But you can't see them. I can't cry freely. But tempered, simply gilded. I know it could be a year. Or two. A few weeks. A month. It could be tomorrow— Then I'll never see you again. I don't think Someone like me Could ever go to that place with you. But maybe… Yes, the sky is blue The same blue as your faded Fox With

Shatter by m-richelieu, literature

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Shatter

Shatter by Merrique Lynn Richelieu I want to look you straight in the eye, but I'm afraid you'll see right through me. I gathered them all, and then checked twice and found some more that I almost ignored. Painful, lonely things that they are: I save them in a see-through box with a see-through lock. I caress these lonely feelings. They need someone to care for them. I wish you could be the one to do this. But you could reach in and break them. Until they never return to their original shape. Little, precious things in a locked box. I've hidden them so deeply, that no one can take them and hold them to light. I want to be nice

To Sir, with love. by m-richelieu, literature

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To Sir, with love.

To Sir, with love. by Merrique Lynn Richelieu I never wanted to hold your hand. I only wanted to see who your were. To meet you in a quiet place, where the both of us could speak— Softly, in a whisper. I never meant to make you mad. To make you feel used. It was never like that. Since then, I just want to be next to you. I felt your hot breath on me. Damp, and so inviting. I just wanted to see what you would do to me. You are second-hand smoke. You are the scent before the rain. You've become the blood in my veins. To hold you close— It could destroy you. And by my own hand, I'll watch you torn away. I picked u

Between us friends by m-richelieu, literature

Flicker by m-richelieu, literature

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Flicker

Flicker by Merrique Lynn Richelieu The rain tumbles through murky clouds. In a rhythm that only I can hear, each blurry drop bounces off the leaves, before rapping against the hazy glass. In my dark, cold home, empty cups gather dust. Here in this room candles flicker. In a faintly, fading, tiny whisper. I never thought I would have much to look forward to in life. I was used to waking up alone and eating on my own. I could not believe that I would ever have something to lose. Now, I find it so hard to keep to myself. It's a long walk, wherever I go. You once were here, so much so, that I could forget that I am alone. I cann

Explicit-Frombeneaththecove by m-richelieu, literature

We are by m-richelieu, literature

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We are

We Are by Merrique Lynn Richelieu I struggle with being strong. Still, I try so hard. Please forgive my weakness and my tenderness, when all you need is someone to rely on. I'm sorry for all the things you have to go through. I wish I could wipe them all away, to make the world the place you need it to be. But someone as small as me can't do that. I wish you were here. You're the smarter one. There are times I don't understand what's going on. I'm frightened, scared and glued to the spot. My boots and knees are knocking, try as hard as I might to keep my voice from wavering, to keep my cheeks dry. I have to be strong, so I c

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Chocolate and Vanilla Buttercream Frostings by m-richelieu, literature

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Chocolate and Vanilla Buttercream Frostings

Turn the light on by m-richelieu, literature

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Turn the light on

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Second-hand Smoke

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In the high desert

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Shatter

To Sir, with love. by m-richelieu, literature

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To Sir, with love.

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Flicker

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We are

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On The Roof Top

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On the Roof Top Prologue by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Prologue

Sakura stood at the entrance to the Kazekage’s mansion. She had met him before. He had wild red hair and the same sea green colored eyes. He had been wild and torn. He was indiscriminate once he had his sights set on an objective. He had on pinned her to a tree when she stood in his way to her teammate. She had passed out. He had gone easier on her than anyone else. Others ended up dead or maimed. She woke up after a bit, sore, but on the whole, just fine. Still, she was afraid. She felt her knees shake a bit. There were times that she had felt him behind her. Then she’d turn around and only hear a rustle where she could have swo

On the Roof Top Chapter One by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter One

Gaara looked out the window and put his hand to his chin as a sigh escaped his lips. He leaned on the ledge and felt the soft desert breeze. He blew out a little breath and smiled slightly. The sand was a golden color and it shone brighter today. A voice nagged in the back of his mind; the sand wasn’t any different--he was. Maybe it was the peaceful morning. Maybe it was the smell of breakfast wafting up to his room on the breeze. Maybe it was just the lack of tension in the atmosphere around him. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a good shake. He caught a glimmer in the corner of his left eye. He turned his head and behe

On the Roof Top Chapter Two by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Two

Gaara woke up and realized he was still in his suit. He stripped down quickly and grabbed a towel and ran off to the bath. He plunged in and began to scrub. He was freaking out. There wasn’t any time! Wait… what time was it? He looked at the clock above him and grimaced, it was three o’clock. He sunk deeper into the water and blew out bubbles. He had freaked out over nothing, nothing at all. Gaara decided to take this as a time for reflection. Well, he had told Sakura how he felt. It took a lot, but he did it. He also did it plainly and nicely. He was honest, and she had kissed him. He loved her. He remembered how it

On the Roof Top Chapter Three by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Three

Gaara woke up dazed that morning. He remembered walking Sakura to her room. He felt something stir next to him. Sakura, still in her red dress, was next to him. He checked and found himself intact, except for his undone shirt buttons. He held Sakura close and inhaled her scent. The mini-Gaara in his mind held up a sign that said, ‘Phase Two: Engagement.’ Gaara ignored the mini-him at first, and then he gave it a big thumbs-up. He felt Sakura snuggle up against him. He felt his heart was so much lighter this morning. He kissed her forehead. He realized that if they had children, they would inherit their parents’ broad forehe

On the Roof Top Chapter Four by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Four

Temari woke up. She had asked one of their maids to wash the dishes for her. She was sure of it. She just wasn’t in the mood to wash dishes, ever. If she had to, there would be hell to pay. Everyone knew this. Everyone made sure not one dish was in the sink if Temari announced she would be in the kitchen. Of course, she didn’t have to be in the kitchen, she didn’t have to cook, and she just felt like it some days. Shikamaru would be here any day now. She wanted to make something tasty to showcase her mad, newly attained, culinary skills. She stretched. Last night ran long. No on

On the Roof Top Chapter Five by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Five

Kankuro smirked at his brother’s obvious discomfort. Gaara’s face had taken on the tell-tale blush that stayed only around his nose and cheeks. Gaara’s hair stood up so as to take on the look he had as a younger child. The locks that had begun to curl at the ends stood up into the air like the rocks that jutted out of the cliffs. Kankuro smiled at Gaara. Gaara relaxed, but the blush stayed in it’s place against his pale skin. Kankuro set down the boxes he had brought up. Gaara followed suit. Kankuro looked at his brother, hoping to crack Gaara’s defenses. But Gaara stood fixed, his brow dipping in concentration, hol

On the Roof Top Chapter Six by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Six

Gaara woke up the next morning. He sneezed into his fist. He sat up groggily and yawned. He hadn’t slept much the night before. He had woken up around one and took at least a few hours falling back asleep. He looked to his left and saw Sakura, still in her pink dress, at his side. She was peacefully asleep. Her lips puckered and closed with her breathing. He bent down to get a better look at her face. He tilted his head and grinned. He kissed her and sat back up with his tell-tale blush forming. Gaara stretched out his arms. He heard his shoulders pop and he sighed with relief. Gaara swung his legs over and gracefully stepped onto the

On The Roof Top Chapter Seven by m-richelieu, literature

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On The Roof Top Chapter Seven

Gaara quietly indulged in his creamed wheat, from the largest bowl in the mansion, as he watched Naruto converse with Sakura. Sakura hadn’t been in Konoha for so long. She wanted to know, with some reservation, what all their old comrades were doing. Naruto was only too happy to talk. Naruto’s mouth went from holding fluffy golden eggs and sausage to spewing facts about Konoha Gaara may have been happier to never know. “Well, Ino and Choji have been doing well so far,” Naruto said, “Ino’s the same as always, but she’s been gaining weight with the baby. She looks healthier actually. She looks like she’

On the Roof Top Chapter Eight by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Eight

Gaara knocked on Naruto’s door. When he received no reply, he said, “Naruto, are you there?” Gaara heard a rustling and opened the door. Naruto was sitting in his bed with the covers drawn over his legs. He had left his jacket on the floor and was wearing his white tank top. The whites of his eyes were red. He looked at Gaara, “Hey.” Gaara walked over to his friend, “Hey.” He sat on the bed next to Naruto. Gaara looked at Naruto waiting for him to speak. Naruto simply gave his devil-may-care grin and bared his shiny, white teeth. Gaara felt his heart ache for his friend. He put his hand on Naruto’s s

On the Roof Top Chapter Nine by m-richelieu, literature

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On the Roof Top Chapter Nine

Sakura held Gaara close to her. She leaned her head onto his chest and sighed. Her prior qualms to longer taunted her. It seemed like everything would be alright. She felt Gaara’s sturdy hand envelope hers. He smiled at her with his perfect teeth. She smiled back at him. On the third turn of the stairs, the two stopped in front of a polished oak door. Gaara looked at it in mild fascination. She grabbed the handle and turned it. She smiled at all the dust that layered her old furniture. The once shiny oak furniture was a soft, powdery gray. She walked over to her nightstand and ran her fingers across it. She smiled at the thick layer o

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Hobo Heart

Homicide Report- Detective McMahon Badge number : 1025 August 26, 2014 11:34 p.m. 544 NW Tarrant St. One deceased female age 26 Large entry wound to chest. Heart removed. "Hey Jason what we got this time?" "Yeah it's another one." the CSI officer said shaking his head "Same M.O. chest crushed ripped open heart removed. Human heart from previous deceased present at scene." "How many does this make?" the detective asked "Are we counting the one at the lake?" Jason inquired. " No not yet anyway." replied Detective McMahon "Five then, but there's no way we can deny they are at least connected." Jason said to the detective squinting his eyes.

You're Not Alone by techgnotic, journal

You're Not Alone

Dec 24, 2013

“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.” —Seneca By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) Apart... Is no longer alone T his life is not easy; a winding, sometimes whimsical, sometimes tragic journey that ultimately finds terminus in the same common destination for each of us. No matter the brave, fierce constructs we build and serve that would have us believe we are each one of us all alone as we make this journey, we make our way toward the end of all things side-by-side in our community of the living each day defying death. Our paths may be wildly divergent—the way of the hungry and impov

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Current Residence: California
deviantWEAR sizing preference: a medium fits well.
Print preference: Large for my barren wall
Favourite genre of music: Electronica, rock, all kinds really. I'm a sucker for anthems
Favourite photographer: Keitaro-K
Favourite style of art: traditional and writing
Operating System: lap top
MP3 player of choice: It's Chinese bootleg~
Shell of choice: whadda? you confuse-a me with all your fancy jargon
Wallpaper of choice: Sunflowers
Favourite cartoon character: I rarely dislike characters
Personal Quote: If you touch my laptop, I will shove something hard and sandpapery up your ass.

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Rumiko Takahashi

Favourite Movies

Pan's Labyrinth, Curse of the Golden Flower, and My Neighbor Totoro

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U2, The Police, Morrissey, Nittle Grapser (Ice Man), Kotani Kinya, Foster The People

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Basho

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Dragon Fable

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computer (?)