A collection of short stories submitted to VO over the years.  Note that the ratings for the stories within range from K through MA.

you are the one
who's face i see
each night in bed
wishing you near to me
you are the one
who's hear I hold
and feelings I find more sacred
then my own

you are the one
who's touch I crave
for which every night
I hope and pray

you are the one
who i desire
your love and embrace
eternally I recquire.

Aislinn

Somehow the night had passed--somehow in bitterness, in anguish. But it had passed.

Ernest's lips were parched and sleeplessness had left its trace in the black rings under the eyes, when the next morning he confronted Reginald in the studio.

More than 80 years after its completion, FW Murnau's Nosferatu remains among the most potent and unsettling horror films ever made. Now released again in a fully restored version, with its original score available for the first time since 1922, it has lost none of its impact, unlike many of its imitators.

I waved my love goodbye today,
As off to battle he rode.
His armour shone so brightly,
And his steed so proudly strode.

He is a brave and loyal knight,
And I am his bequeathed.
To most he is a fearsome sight,
But I see far beneath.

His heart is true and full of love,
With body strong and able.
His bravery comes from above,
Like the heroes of old fable.

The wedding is set for three months hence,
I will hardly stand the waiting.
Then celebrations will commence,
To sanctify our mating.