Muse 135: the feline

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Their nickname for her was "Black Cat." After freshmen year, word got around that dating her was the equivalent of dating bad luck. She was a gorgeous. A girl with lots of cash, time and an honest heart that controlled the muscles on her face, but in the end, she was a psycho, the kind of girl that you heard screaming at 3AM on a Monday morning. Two guys failed their exams, consecutively, after breaking up with her. One senior was erased from the Delta Tau Delta files after being seen holding her hand. She was something of an urban legend, a believable myth that had people reading, but never living. When she smiled, guys crippled at her loveliness, never stopping to think about the consequences, except maybe a shot for one night. Like all superstitions, breaking things brought bad luck, and breaking her heart brought seven years of it.

Muse 133: will you love me forever

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There's an urban legend about a wedding in Canada. The ceremony took place in a clearing of someone's vast four acre backyard where a canopy of maple trees would shaded the bride from the harsh sun. As a result, the place was rather dim and poorly lit. The bride herself requested the theme autumn, so gorgeous leaves of red, brown and yellow burned in the middle of summer. By tradition, the groom is never to see his bride - it's considered bad luck - but these were modern times, where superstition and religion were just by products of fear. The groom met his lovely bride the night before and they made plans to only have eyes for each other. Their love would be as sturdy as a tree; the rings around their knuckles would grow like the rings of age. When he kissed her goodnight, he said he looked forward to the morning and slipped into the bride maid's room for their final secret rendezvous.
As the bride stepped onto the maroon carpet the next day, her movements were stiff and aching until she reached the other end. The groom could barely make out her face, underneath the floral veil, but smiled eagerly. And she smiled in return. When the pastor finished the speech, the groom reached to lift the veil. His fingers quickly swept the cloth away, and he stalled. His face fixed with a mask of terror as he stared at his wife. She had the hollow eyes of a tree trunk, where the rings went around forever and ever.