Our Kind Of Paradise P 1Her name was Honey. She was sixteen, blonde, and wore flat ballerina slippers that scuffed over pavement and concrete sidewalks, and pulled her hair half-up so the rest tumbled over her shoulders in golden spirals. She had a habit of biting her nails, and talking in a high-pitch, airy voice, jingling like the charms on her bracelet; the first time I heard her speak, it made me cringe.Our Kind Of Paradise P 1
Beth, and Pam were her two best girl friends. The three of them blended together in shorts, ballerina flats, and bracelets; they laughed the same squeaky way, spoke in hushed giggles when someone interesting walked by and smirked with hot-colored lips. Li
"Pink Dust"I was the big sister, and Kiel followed me everywhere I went."Pink Dust"
Many times he and I would walk hand in hand, the gray, dingy sky-scrapers towering above our heads. Automobiles clunking by over pot-holes, glimpses of tired faces passed us on the crowded, putrid streets. We kept a brisk pace until the city noises and obnoxious lights grew faint, the tall buildings receded into a neighbourhood of small and colourful houses. From there, his small feet sprinted to keep up with mine as we crossed the floodplains to the old harbour, and climbed to the top of an empty storage shed nobody seemed to use anymore. The shingles were about
Defective AdorationWe were artists caught in the traps of our own imaginations. Our ideas were too original, too unique, too genius. This was why we always fought.Defective Adoration
There must be a follower to the road the other paves with tar
Romance was made more passionate by the malicious revulsion we had for each other's minds. We found each other beautiful, but then envy exploded at the luminosity of the other's aura.
The hunter admires the deer's delicacy before pressing the trigger &
Universal DecompositionUniversal Decomposition or,Universal Decomposition
Mr. Travers Takes His Tea
This is an emergency override of all public and private communication systems. Please stand by for an important message from your government.
People of Earth, it is with great sadness that I bring you this message. To put it simply, we are all about to die. Those of you who are religiously inclined may wish to take this time to pray to the deity of your choice, or you may wish to be with loved ones for the last few minutes. Should either of those, o
| Horses and writing are two things I've loved for as long as I can remember. I couldn't live without either. My family consists of my sushi-loving father, who makes rolls and rolls of his favourite food everyday. My ma, who without, I would probably fall off the face of this Earth. My brother, in love with his gory, zombie video games, and my sister who shares my passion for riding & horses. Disco is my goof-ball horse. I love him to death. |
Tomatosup. <3
And yeah, it kinda starts off like one of those gushy love stories vibes but that's not exactly where I'm going with this. :3
Bliss
Arrivé aujourd'hui, en plus. Alors bienvenue
Et en plus tu t'es mis en general fiction writer ! Copain !
(Non, je ne mords pas, promis)
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Under the rain of sentences, blasted princes and corrupted heroes walked alongside until the end of the word, singing the end of their age.
oh, et j'ai peur des mords alors je vais détendre maintenant, merchi!
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Testing, one, two, three.
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Under the rain of sentences, blasted princes and corrupted heroes walked alongside until the end of the word, singing the end of their age.
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Testing, one, two, three.
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Under the rain of sentences, blasted princes and corrupted heroes walked alongside until the end of the word, singing the end of their age.
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