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Apr 03, 2014 08:41PM
'Well, how do you suppose we UN-kill him?' Margot asked angrily.
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Razvan wrote: "It was his worst day yet, he lost his favorite hat, stolen by the wind he could not chase. His undergarments got torn even more, to a point in which they looked like spaghetti held together by an e..."
Oh, dear. XD
Oh, dear. XD
The plate of food she threw at him flew past his head and out the 3rd story window, raining linguine on top of the hatless man dressed in the spaghetti-like remains of his wind torn raiment.
Sometimes Aimee would sit on the yard, with her wide, blue eyes, and do nothing but stare at the cars. It always creeped Parker out, but he never said anything, until the day everything changed.
Ravi knew what was wrong. He just wasn't able to figure out what would be a right time to admit it to himself, for real, along with accomplishing the really difficult task of getting Radha to see sense in his thoughts of wanting to break up.
Before anyone could stop her, Belinda had shoved the needle into the balloon. It popped with an almighty bang, and suddenly, everything was coated in orange sauce and long, dangly tendrils that looked like-
'Spaghetti?' Said Prue.
'Spaghetti?' Said Prue.
How can you just be yourself when you don't know who you are?OOC: Yes, that was stolen from a Nightwish song, but you have to admit, it's a damn good way to start a story. :)
She was so beautiful that I didn't even notice the scar on her left wrist.
Unknown are the names of the flowers that have been trampled.
He sat on the rooftop's edge, gazing down the city building unsure of even his own intentions.
She sat straight backed looking across the table. There sat her best friend. On the table sat two bottles. One with poison and one without. She knew which one was which, the only question was which one would she take.
In front of the computer, his fingers rested listlessly over the keys while his mind speculated on its inability to be quiet or to move his fingers.
Error...
It was the best of times.It was the worst of times.
I never seriously thought being an affectionate drunk would get me into trouble; a smooch and a little friendly groping never hurt anyone, right?
Sometimes the boy thought that his life would be easier if he'd never discovered his true gift.
In order to protect Jane from her mother, the attending mid-wife walked out into the night with her.
"You don't know what it feels like to kill someone" she shouted.
When he opened the door he knew what he wanted to say to her, but he was mute and she hated mimes.
He wanted to tell her he was unable to tell her how much he liked the colour of her eyes and that he was illiterate.
It hurt, everything hurt, to brrathe, to Move.
I tired to open my eyes, and thats when I saw him.
The man from my dreams, but he also visits my nightmares.
I tired to open my eyes, and thats when I saw him.
The man from my dreams, but he also visits my nightmares.
We didn't really intend to feed off each others thoughts, but they became contagious, like a virus.
He was sure that he had opened his eyes to see falling towards his chest an ebony stake held by a disembodied hand.
Time had a way of moving like a directionless windmill, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes backwards.
It was in the time before time was clocked and became mindful, when the sun rose at the right time and the moon did too, that the frog leaped from the broad tree leaf onto the young woman's bare back.
In moments like this, when I love everything so perfectly I never want it to end, I wonder if the hardships of life aren't put there as a means of making it easier to let it go.
It wan't the letting go that kept Stacy from facing the truth that her end was going to be messy, it was, rather, that she had been caught cheating at a spelling bee competition and to be sitting in the same bus home with most everyone she had tried to cheat was too hard a future to think about.
Cheating hadn't been hard, the hard part had been looking into the mirror the next day, and realizing it hadn't been worth the cost.
They treated the world as if it was their own.
It was only with hindsight that I slowly came to realize that it was the cherry ice cream with the chocolate sauce that started the war.
Watching him sleep, I could see that his body still called for her long absent presence and I was glad she wasn't really dead.
Watching her angry spirit rise from the ashes, I knew I was in trouble.
"Mr. and Mrs. Fryer?"Elizabeth looked up from her magazine and gave her sleeping husband a nudge. "That's us."
Something in the magazine article's cloying encomium gave me the idea, the unshakeable need of an idea, that not only did his smug arrogance need to be scoured from his face, but I was the one who needed to do scrub it out.
"Get that stinky dog off my couch this instant!" Aunt Margie yelled.
As that summer slowly crept to an end she still didn't know just how fragile a thing that life is, but before the first snowflake could fall she would understand all too well.
Through the small cracked window the falling snow brought with it fear for the spring.
