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Just Like WineI ran as fast as I could up my driveway when I returned home from school. I hadn't had the best of days, to say the least. It was raining at the time, and I wanted to get inside as soon as possible.
It wasn't until I reached my doorstep that I asked myself, What am I doing?
I don't know how the idea came into my head. I don't know why I carried it out. Regardless, I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and sprinted to my back door. I didn't cast the umbrella in the corner even a glance as I stood at the clear glass separating me from the outside world. Water was cascading like a waterfall down from my gutter and it was raining normally beyond that
Two am.Two am is not a time for lovers, I know this now. Two am is for the lonely. Two am is when the car starts on the third try, when the turning of the engine sounds like a tear in the universe. It is when the road opens up in front of you, bowlegged and bare, and you turn off your headlights to let the night air bleed in.
Two am is for jumping the fence and smoking cigarettes on swing sets from your childhood while somewhere in the distance the lost lights of airplanes blink at you, on and off.
Two am is when the traffic lights switch over to flashing amber beams and the memory of your ex-lover's curves burn themselves into your fingertips, in
Prosperity and Harm
As I gaze at this photo, I realize how strange it must look to some people, a waist high blue tub, papers lined on the edge, and two men holding a dripping wet child. It was my baptism, I was 10 years old. A year prior I had asked Jesus into my heart and this baptism was the moment when I became a “born-again,” Christian. I was raised in the evangelical protestant Christian Church of the Nazarene, a denomination that came out of the Holiness movement of 19th century America. This denomination believes strongly in “believer’s baptism,” meaning you are baptized after you have accepted Jesus’ salvation
Dreams: I Want To Hold Your Hand... i had a dream last night. i do not remember what it all entailed, i rarely ever do..., but most of my dreams are nightmares at best. Ever since You left, i have been nothing but sad and depressed. i always wake up crying or not even breathing from my dreams...
But this dream was different. The part that i remember the most and which was the best part, was only a few seconds long... And it was something so simple, but brought such happiness. And most people will laugh or raise an eyebrow, thinking me totally crazy. Which they're probably right... You, on the other hand, will probably just roll Your beautiful eyes as You normally do
Confined EnvironmentMy bedroom is very similar to an insane asylum room, it is exactly 2 metres wide and two metres long.
From the floor to the ceiling it is just under 3 metres, I am only able to fit a bed, wardrobe and shelves into my room, though luckily there is just enough space to fit a PC monitor and cables down the side of my bed.
The shelves are filled with Xbox games, DVD's and a 2 framed photographs; one photograph has been autographed by my favourite comedian, Lee Evans, and the other photograph is a of a my granddad playing at Arsenal Stadium in 1955, the game was Islington V Brighton, which is funny since Brighton now are by far the better team out of the 2, but that must have been a proud moment for my granddad, playing for his home town.
I forgot to mention that the shelves also have CD's on them, mostly music people wouldn't listen too. Except for maybe a few exceptions. The of CD's off the top of my head are mostly all Bob Dylan, though some do stand out, like the Ste
My Strange Little Brain: Tea the CatSometimes it amazes me, some of the weird theories, ideas and stories my brain can come up with. I often think, what happened in my life that made my brain think this way? What did I do, watch, read, or who did I meet that maybe effected my way of thinking and created this random creative person I am today. Then I think back to my childhood and realize, I've always been weird, but a good weird. This is a little story about my very first original character, Tea the cat.
I think this may had been back in First Grade, maybe earlier, maybe Second or Third. Either way, when I was very young, I was in class one day and we had an assignment. The te
My Life from Then to Now. [[PERSONAL]]my life from then and now
I’m graduating so, I wanted to look back at my life.
Some things may be vague, if not extremely vague. That’s because certain things are better left untold.
Reason I’m doing this? I think people don’t understand how much I’ve changed through the years. How much different I was seven years ago. The Nikki I am today is striking compared to the old Nikki. The new people in my life don’t know it either. So why not tell? Plus I’m graduating. It’s nice to look back and remember this stuff. And honestly, I just feel like writing it. I don’t do this often. Don’t
My cat's sad story - Please read and helpOnce upon a time there was a rainy summer day. Near to the Danube, like every summer, me and my family were in our little summer house. Every year there are tons of stray cats searching for food and places where somebody finally give them love. Almost black or grey cats. But on that day, on that sad stromy day a little desperated white kitten came to our garden. My mother realised the little thing. My mom's friend was also there and he said he just had painted some cats from black to white. My parents laughed and they brought me the little pet. I was watching TV. By the way I was 11. Waiting for high school* I was full of happiness and youngn
Homestuck OC Bio: Cyfres NarranSo, me and my sister decided to make a new OC troll since my batch lacks a few other blood colors. So meet the new, tree-themed OC, Cyfres Narran!
Title: Prince of Time (since my batch lacked a time player)
Age: 6 Alternian Solar Sweeps (13 human years)
Blood color: http://knuckles009.deviantart.com/art/OC-Trolls-updated-Hemospectrum-373120768
Font color: Red orange (will explain why later on)
Trollian Handle: chlorophyllTerritory
Pre-/Post-Sgrub: Perfect grammar, syntax and punctuation. Avoids using 'foul language'. capitalizes L, E, A and F.
Ex. Oh, Look REssAL! WhAt A bEAutifuL forEst!
God Tier: all lower
Confessions by a Soldier's Sister"There’s just something about a man in a uniform."
Is there now? What is it about a man in a uniform? How does a simple uniform change a person? Why not say there’s something about a man in a fedora? But that’s just me. The truth is, as cliché and ambiguous as the phrase is, it’s also so darn true. There is something about a man in a uniform. On Friday night, for me, it was a slap in the face.
I don’t dislike men in uniform. I think a uniform makes a man look respectable and well put together. I come from a family of men in uniform. They are proud, strong, and dependable. I love men in uniform. So of all people,
Today I'll RememberThere's an eerie stillness in this room.
As if time has decided to give me this unaffected moment.
The calm before the storm.
The last clinging's of innocence.
Medals and awards.
Fantasy novels and picture books.
Friends and family grinning back at me from their frames.
Sitting on the highest shelf, my most loved teddy bear.
The guitar I never learned how to play rests against the footboard.
A graduation cap sits on the wardrobe next to my jewelry from prom.
Movie tickets and concert stubs litter the floor.
Proof of the growing up I never realized was happening.
As I pack up the treasures of a younger me.
A sense of nostalgia fills my hea
how a movie gets to the heart of thingshe really turned up properly the very same weekend I saw the movie 'before sunrise'. in the movie, the characters meet and they can talk and talk, about anything it seems, but they have an impossible separation in front of them. to know someone inside and out, and to have them know you, well that is mostly a once in a lifetime kind of thing. that weekend we talked and we talked. we got to know each other soul side and to a lesser extent here side. we also took on a seemingly impossible situation. we had a time and place and learned even dreams are not enough to fully become reality sometimes. (insert sub-story about upheaval and sadness). aft
Umm... Hi. So, I was flipping Umm... Hi. So, I was flipping through old things on my computer from middle school, and I came across a memoir about my Grandpa I wrote when I was in Grade seven, and after reading it started to cry. Then, I wanted to find my mark for this. I looked around and ended up finding it. It was 104%, which really isn't possible. But it was out of 25, and my teacher gave me a extra mark. My LA teacher at the time even submitted it to the yearbook! It got in, too!
So, enough chit-chat! HERE IT IS:
Uncomfortable silence filled the car.
“Umm… Is he going to be okay?”
“I-I… don’t know.”
Valla mejor amiga.Estaba tranquila chateando con las chicas, y laura estaba haciendo su tarea en un costado de mi cama. Todo iva bien hasta que Mari empezo a insultar a las chicas, mi enojo llego hasta un punto. Con rabia tire mi portatil en el piso, laura se avia sobre saltado, le dije que iria a matar a Mari, Laura me discutia diciendo que estaba muy debil como para salir de la cama, y yo solo le dije "Mari la insulto" ella me solto, y me fui lo mas rapido que pude pero me cai en el pasillo, Gabriel aparecio detras mio y me alzo en su hombro.
Gabriel: para donde mi señora?
Yo: a la cochera, iremos a por Mariene.
Fuimos a la cochera, Albaro iva a con
Why?Why does Monday come before Tuesday?
Why do Summers start in June?
Why do Winters come too soon?
Why do flowers come in May?
Why does Spring go away?
Why do people fall in love?
Why do we love if love will die?
Tell me: Why do I love you?
Why do the rivers flow to the sea?
If rivers flow; Why can't your love go through me,
Why does my mind feels so missed,
To be in love,
To feel your love,
Why don't I feel complete?
His Name is JamieThere is a man.
3 loves in his life, but offers
kindness to everyone and anyone who needs it, and
reminds people to believe
Make no threat to those he calls family because
Zeuss thunderbolts would be less frightening to face.
Onward through pain and turmoil he strives, sometimes faltering but
never surrendering. He is
1 man, inspired and inspiring.
Synthetic Serenity Surrounded by evergreens on a simple path of worn ground, wind whispers by me with gentle wandering hands. From above the sun kisses my cheeks, smooths over my arms, while pine needles crunch beneath my feet, bare all this time and proudly wearing the dust of travel. Just ahead there is a lake, crystalline and calm, where I find a large rock protruding from the water's edge more than large enough to make a proper seat. The stone is almost too cool to the touch but I embrace the sensation and sink into it to admire the mountains standing guard, majestic protectors of this fantastic serenity. Face upturned and eyes closed, I breathe in dee
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