Beautiful Rain's published ficlets
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Nighttime 2
So I sit here writing, alone on this peak, while I should be sleeping, because I can’t quite face my dreams yet.I can’t yet s…
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Nighttime
Head back, I stare into the cloudy dark sky.The moon peeps a shadowy glow through the haze from time to time, like a returnin…
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Under the Dirt, there is a Truth

It’s late. The tunnel is deserted and all you hear is a constant whir. All you feel is the staggered artificial breeze. Racin…
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In Passing...

It is so odd to have you pass by me now. I can feel your body heat… you’re so close. My heart breaks a little, as we both p…
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Holding on a rope, got me ten feet off the ground

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Hallelujah

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Oh Billie!
I sit here, letting the smooth texture of her voice flow in little gentle waves over my soul. Tilting my head back, and closi…
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Illusion
_“I wanna be your illusion…
I wanna be your emotion…....
.... enjoy this trip with me….
I wanna make you happy tonight…. -
Do You Touch The Truth?
Affection… now affection is one thing. Touch is another entirely. Affection is an emotion, a feeling of love (or its close …
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I Want So Badly To Take You With Me
I wish I could draw music. It is so beautiful, but the only place in this world that I can see it is behind my own eyes. I he…
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Made of Stone

What would it be like, to be encased in stone? To be trapped forever in this one moment of pain. I stared up at the man fro…
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Company
“They will see us waving from such great heights, ‘Come down now’ they’ll say…”
The comfortable almost silence of music …
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Happiness in Simple Things

Duckie and Puppy, as they affectionately called each other, ran full speed across the little clearing until one playful push …
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Perfect Moments

These are the moments when you feel perfection. It flows through your veins and fills your heart. You stop dead, inhale the g…
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Walking Away

Wouldn’t it be great to go on an adventure? She looked to bright flashing horizon, damp air brushing wayward strands of bro…
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What Am I?

Walking down the sidewalk, thinking. Each raindrop fell to wet one more small patch of his bent form. The stress of his soul …