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Blood. It is blood. The taste is in her mouth, metallic and foreign. She can smell it, permeating the air all around her. Everything is beginning to feel wrong, all at once. A cell phone rings, a generic but attention grabbing combination of different tunes in a polyphonic arrangement. The sound helps awaken her even more. She begins to come to and the foggy feeling begins to abate a little more with every passing beat of the ring tone. Her blood pounds in her brain, the worst migraine she’s ever had couldn’t even compare to the pain and the disorientation she feels. Slowly, something wet is roll
in General Fiction on 2/22/08
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Blood. It is blood. The taste is in her mouth, metallic and foreign. She can smell it, permeating the air all around her. Everything is beginning to feel wrong, all at once. A cell phone rings, a generic but attention grabbing combination of different tunes in a polyphonic arrangement. The sound helps awaken her even more. She begins to come to and the foggy feeling begins to abate a little more with every passing beat of the ring tone. Her blood pounds in her brain, the worst migraine she’d ever had couldn’t even compare to the pain and the disorientation she feels. Slowly, something wet is roll
in General Fiction on 11/24/07
Please Read...Class AssignmentThere was once a time before they ruled every aspect of my world, before I heard them day and night. My parents called me beautiful when they tucked me into bed. At thirteen my words covered every wall. Parents saw talent where scrawled phrases dominated twice-painted walls. My hands always itched to hold a pen and my stomach forgot to be hungry.Please Read...Class Assignment
My parents, they don’t come to see me anymore. West Field Recovery Center is not the charming little home they’d always dreamt of, and their little girl is all alone, with her imagination her only company.
The long corridors I walk down all have a white-washed ste
in General Fiction on 9/20/07
Short story“From four cold white walls we go my friends. I’m sure she’s waiting for us.” Dark-haired and beautiful Candy wants to have her love affair, no matter what the price. Damien wants to find his powers and kill for those he lost. He’s dark and his eyes are like fire; he knows what he wants. He hates being ignored. He is calmer now that the beginning of his story has been told. Charlie is a dreamer, who makes himself bleed. He has always been locked up like me. He can’t make the voices stop and he does what they tell him to. Charlie really is crazy and he is the loudest today.Short story
The long
in Life Stories on 9/13/07
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- AIMMoonlitMyths
- Current Age: 21
- Current Residence: da burg
- Interests: Horseback riding, rock climbing, running, reading, writing...
- Favourite movie: horror flicks...
- Favourite band or musician: Breaking Benjamin
- Favourite genre of music: I listen to everything.
- Favourite artist: uhm...just about all if em...
- Favourite poet or writer: uhm...thats tough...i love a lot of writers
- Favourite photographer: uhm...all...i like the ones on my watch list
- Operating System: Windows Xp
- Wallpaper of choice: nature shot
- Favourite game: uhm...no clue
- Favourite cartoon character: Woody Woodpecker
- Personal Quote: Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail ~Emerson
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Pen, good paper...often a computer
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Les voleurs de bétail ou les fermiers irascibles posent parfois problème, mais en fait, le grand danger que craint le cow-boy survient lorsque la nuit tombe.
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So tired of walking and you loathe the ground, the sidewalk barely touches your feet. Life moves too slowly to hold you down.
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So tired of walking and you loathe the ground, the sidewalk barely touches your feet. Life moves too slowly to hold you down.
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~There is hope in tomorrow, so always try and get there.
Take a moment for some good reading. View my
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"You must do everything yourself." (First rule of Alchemy)
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There was no end to the strange was of the two leageds - Spirit
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~There is hope in tomorrow, so always try and get there.
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