Is it good or kind of childish??

Prologue

It was the eve of All Hallow’s Day, 1859. A scientist and his partner were in a lab, working on a new experiment. They both wore dark coats and gloves, and neither of them spoke as they anxiously watched the bubbling pot in front of them.
The scientists glanced at each other. They were experimenting with different substances, trying to invent a new element, something beyond imaginable. Neither of them knew what was going to happen.
It was dark and cold outside, the only light coming from the moon that shone from behind the clouds. Candy wrappers littered every doorway and porch around the neighborhood, and some children in costumes were heading home after a long night of trick-or-treating.
The scientists glanced at each other. They were experimenting with different substances, trying to invent a new element, something beyond imaginable. Neither of them knew what was going to happen.
Then, suddenly, there was a tremendous explosion.
Booming, ear-splitting noises filled the room. Sparks could be seen through the thick black smoke. Then, just as abruptly as it all started, the explosions immediately became quiet. The room looked as if nothing had happened at all, except for the large metal pot. It was no longer boiling, in fact, there was not a drop of liquid in it anymore. The only object, which lay at the bottom, was a small, golden key.
The old scientist picked it up and studied it, trying to figure out how the elements he had mixed could make up a key. It looked ordinary, like one that could open a house door. It gleamed in the light, looking like it was glowing. Later people said that it looked as if it were actually producing its own light.
Eventually, after the two partners constantly experimented with the mysterious key, they finally discovered the key’s true purpose. It really wasn’t an ordinary key at all: It had the power to do the impossible. The scientist found out three powers that the key possessed: to bring the dead back to life, to kill any supernatural creature, and, its most special—and evil—power, to combine a single spirit with another person’s dead body, which will give the spirit life, and the body of the person. However, this could only be done if the spirit’s goal was to harm someone.
The key’s powers could also be stored in case it was ever stolen or it could not be used, but the powers would still not have the same effect as they would have if they were used with the item itself.
This is where the scientist’s partner comes in. The elderly woman, called Lucridna, was a so-called witch, yet she appeared to be kind and friendly. But she was known to make magic and potions in her home when she was alone that could do what all things normally do that witches make: Cure illnesses and misery, create living animals from magical liquids, everything. And she looked like one two; you would if you had long, straggly hair that flew out around your head and always had an extremely serious, almost solemn expression on your face. (Many people compared her to dreams: when you looked at her, it was as if you were having a nightmare, but once you got to know her, you were experiencing a wonderful, yet rather strange dream, and when you were away from her, it was as if you were awake, and you had an urge to be in that same wonderful, or strange, dream again.)
If you ever meet a lady who looks like this, stay away from her. It is bound to be her, and no matter how kind she seems to be, she is indeed very evil, due to one evil crime she committed.
When the two partners, the scientist and the “witch,” discovered the key’s powers, they decided to call it the Key of Life because they could bring people back to life and give spirits life, or at least since they would have a body. The scientist kept it in a secure case in his house, so that it would not disappear.
Well, Lucridna, the witch, was jealous, and wanted the key of her own. She had a plan to use the Key of Life to live an everlasting life; to become immortal.
So one night, weeks later, at exactly 12 o’clock a.m., the witch crept into the scientist’s house and attempted to steal the key.
However, there was one last power that she was unaware of.
As soon as the witch Lucridna laid her hands on the golden key, there was an explosion, not unlike the one that occurred just before the Key of Life was made.
When the scientist woke up, after all the commotion, Lucridna lay on the floor, dead.
He realized what she had tried to do, and concluded that any human who attempts to steal the Key of Life will instantly be killed.
Eventually, the scientist died, and the magical key was passed down to his only son. The son passed it down to his son, and then he passed it down to his child: The first daughter that this family had ever had in generations. None of these people knew about the key’s special powers, but the girl felt that something special, something magical, something powerful, was
churning around deep inside the key. She kept it as a charm and always carried it in her pocket, to always let her remember her late grandfather and great-grandfather.
The young girl still lives today with the Key of Life. But the spirit of the witch Lucridna still haunts the Earth, seeking her revenge…


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Shotgun Smile

(Verse 1)
I’m standing by the mirror
Starring at my reflection with horror
(I thought you never knew)
You got me zipping on a poison
My body is numb, my blood is frozen
(But I kept praying for you)

(Chorus)
But I’m packing my suitcase now
And I’m heading home
I wish I never lost control
Things would have been normal
And this awkward atmosphere
Would slowly disappear
(To a place better off as unknown)
I wish we had a second chance
But let’s face it you killed our romance
Things will never be the same
When you got me all to blame
(I’m the one who roams alone)

(Verse 2)
I’m looking at you form afar
You turn every head but they don’t know who are
(But I do)
You are a devil with a smile
You are a creepy feeling that crumbles inside
(But I kept praying for you)

(Chorus)
But I’m packing my suitcase now
And I’m heading home
I wish I never lost control
Things would have been normal
And this awkward atmosphere
Would slowly disappear
(To a place better off as unknown)
I wish we had a second chance
But let’s face it you killed our romance
Things will never be the same
When you got me all to blame
(I’m the one who roams alone)

(Bridge)
You are darkness
You are my evil little madness
Like a shotgun in my head
I’m afraid you’d kill me
That’s why I’m not going to bed

-And it’s not an emo song, it’s an alternative Rock song…


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A week ago my wife says she didn’t love me the way I deserve. She ways I’m a great guy, I treat her better than anyone has ever treated her, I’m her best friend, she loves being around me, and that I make her happy. She says that there’s just some emotional spark missing. She tells me she has felt that way since a few days after I had proposed to her. We are almost now almost two years married.
She has come from a broken home, has an alcoholic father, has a sister that has never been married to a man she loves, and most of the people in her family are in loveless relationships. Yet, she says her upbringing has nothing to do with anything.

She gave me the it’s not you it’s me speech. We have started counseling but I’m nearly convinced she’s not trying. I asked her if there is someone else and she says there isn’t. I’m inclined to believe her because there isn’t any time for that. Nor is there for me either. We wake up together, go to work and, until very recently, met each other at the gym before heading home.

I asked her if she really wasn’t in love with me then why did she marry me. She said she thought it was cold feet at first, then she realized she wasn’t in love with me but then didn’t want to hurt me. She said she saw her father hurt her mother over and over again and she didn’t want to become her father.

Also during our first year of marriage my father fought a battle with cancer and died. The whole time my wife was there by my side. She was there the day my brother was shipped to Iraq. She tells me that’s what she’s "supposed" to do if you’re someone’s wife. To which I say, "If you didn’t love me and didn’t want to be there, you wouldn’t have been there." If she was so not in love with me as she says she is, we wouldn’t be here now.

I don’t think I smother her. I tell her she’s beautiful every day, she hangs out with her friend and I hang out with mine. More often than not we hang out with them together. We do a lot together. We travel, hike, work out. We do things that couples do.

I don’t understand how she says for all this time that she didn’t love me. Why put yourself through that? Why torture yourself that way? Though she said it was never torture because she loves being around me. It’s like she’s sending mixed signals. If you don’t love me, then why are you there. Why did you go through all of hurt, pain, joys, and laughter if you weren’t in love? Can someone, anyone, please explain this to me and tell me what to do?


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