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[ 01. ] GUIDELINES.
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[ 001. ] The wild waves called to her, a sea breeze whispering in her ear. They called her crazy when she jumped off the cliff, but she knew she was truly home when the sea welcomed her with open arms.

[ 002. ] When the clock read 9pm, he climbed the roof of his home and spent an hour gazing into the indigo night sky. It was the only way he could remember the color of her eyes.

[ 003. ] She was brave enough to walk down memory lane, but not brave enough to knock on the doors of the houses lined down the street, where her demons resided.

[ 004. ] The wind roared with the screams of the trees, the silent pleas of countless children lost and never found in the forest. She took one step further and stared in horror as her foot landed on a skull half-buried beneath the soil and roots of a tree.

[ 005. ] She longed to see the world as it truly was, but the price asked of her was too high. "Your imagination for the world," the merchant demanded again.

[ 006. ] She liked to think of her heart as a graveyard, where she had died too many times to count and buried herself. She was like a ghost, one who always came back, never learning her lessons.

[ 007. ] He wore a different face now, but she understood well why her soul sang to his. The eyes were windows to the soul, and she'd never seen a darker shade of blue in anyone else's eyes than his. She swore in this life that she'd never let him go again.

[ 008. ] She bled red. She saw red. The man in front of her had eyes that were red. The flames dancing in the distance were red. She expected no less of Hell.

[ 009. ] She tore her skin away from her breast and was stunned to see nothing in the bleeding, dark chasm. She thought that if she had a heart, it'd be as cold and black as the abyss that was her chest.

[ 010. ] She filled books with colors and poured poetry onto paper, for these were the only ways that she could convince herself and the world that she, too, was capable of creating beauty.

[ 011. ] One day, people stopped believing in the divine. They began to hunt angels and tear their wings off their backs. Their feathers were framed like trophies. Man took no other spoils.

[ 012. ] She met the ghostly figure halfway on the bridge. "Are you ready to jump?" it asked her. "Only if you'll catch me." "I'll catch you below the water."

[ 013. ] She watched as the guards ran all over the place in search of the rebel who painted the blazing red insignia of the uprising regimen on the wall. Behind her back, she hid hands stained of red.

[ 014. ] The stench of death and decay smothered her. Many years had passed. How long had she been asleep and why did she wake only now? She continued to bang within the coffin, screaming out her lungs for help.

[ 015. ] She read tales of heroines who read too many books where the heroes have happy endings. But that was her problem too: she read too many books and believed in all of them, believed that happy endings only existed in tales.

[ 016. ] She found Hell to be cold as ice, contradicting the burning tongues of fire poets often wrote in their books. But maybe Hell was supposed to be this way just rightly so. After all, she thought the devil's heart might just be as cold.

[ 017. ] Her mind was a labyrinth, filled with dancing shadows and marionettes. To understand her was to get lost with her demons in the darkness of her mind.

[ 018. ] The moon once had a sister. But men thought it was bad luck to have two moons, so they threw a spear at the moon's sister and she shattered. What remains of her light are smithereens scattered across the night sky that we now call the stars.

[ 019. ] Angels were God's perfect creatures. When they began to show flaws, God struck them down along with Lucifer. And when God created man, Lucifer made sure they were in his image, not God's. And so he sent a serpent to Eden.

[ 020. ] The large window before her was broken, a gaping hole in the glass. Silently, she stared below at the body of the girl lying still on the pavement, the shell of her former being.