Frances Carter, 7 december 2011
Holmes had had his head resting on my shoulder almost the entire train journey from Waterloo; he’d managed even to sleep on the tube between Baker Street and Waterloo, and the Jubilee Line is atrocious at the best of times.
The train had just begun to pull off from Basingstoke when his head (... więcej)
Gracelyn Gutierrez, 1 december 2011
Such a sweet, innocent game.
I had gotten the game years ago. I was so excited.
I had bought a red Cavalier K.C. Spaniel when I first started my file.
I named her Noodle. She was so sweet.
I would spend hours with her. Training my sweet little puppy. Feeding her, bathing her. I played the game (... więcej)
Anirudh Singh, 25 november 2011
Cicatrix manet
He is our greatest triumph, the embodimentof the hopes of an entire world, the hero of justice we have been waiting for all this while, the only man who can defeat the Tyrant.
No....not a man.
I can only stare dumbfounded as a saga worthy of being hailed in (... więcej)
Anirudh Singh, 25 november 2011
He was bewitched. Her face echoed around the corner of his vision. Always there but never clear. He could not remember her face. Was that strange? That he could not remember her face?
But he remembered her eyes. Oh those eyes. What fool could forget those eyes. And her lips, and the way she felt (... więcej)
Zofia Wingmaker, 20 november 2011
rule 1- never say love (it will always backfire)
rule 2- never depend on anyone but youself (you will only be let down)
rule 3- always keep to yourself (if you let them know you they will only cause pain)
rule 4- never let them get to you (it will only hurt worst)
rule 5- pain you inflict doesn't (... więcej)
Zofia Wingmaker, 20 november 2011
She sat on the side of her bed and stared at the picture frames that she kept on the bedside table. "Erie," she whispered to the picture closest to her. "I'll miss you the most." She grabbed a knife, a pen, her MP3, and a stickynote pad. Searching through her playlist she found (... więcej)
Zofia Wingmaker, 20 november 2011
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER ONE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, clear as the moon though she had just taken a shower, she heard a voice.
"Who are you kidding? Why don't you just do it?" said the voice. Dangit he's getting stronger while i'm busily (... więcej)
Andrey, 14 november 2011
It was all there in the banality
of our existence. It was what allowed us to let go, drop into a state of
perpetual free-fall that we took to with a flashing of the teeth. We became
savages drunk off the glory of self-idolatry. We cared for nothing, lived for
no greater good; emotion was left to (... więcej)
Silvio, 14 november 2011
There are infinite dimensions; we say we are in
the third dimension. But we are not; we can only say we live in a dimension. This is the truth. What we
do is we count what we can perceive, which is less far away than everything beyond,
less far into the future than we can see, thus division goes backward. (... więcej)
Silvio, 12 november 2011
5:53
Rainy
outside, chilly, I can see the streetlights reflected off the soaking asphalt,
it should be snowing. I get fed up with the radio, so much interference with
the thunder and such. It should be snowing, it’s almost as though it were just
lingering, waiting for the (... więcej)
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