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Cross it outWhat if we just crossed it out? Threw a sheet over it and protected it from the dust in the world. Just as a hypothetical thought; taking something that is so important to how the world works and just simply setting it aside form a while.
But in it's place; that one thing that we have always wished we could be in this hectic life. What makes you crave more? That one thing that you can never get enough of and could do it, for the rest of your life.
So, the question is:
What would you like to do, if money was no object? How would you want to live your life to the fullest doing that is what you love doing?
People say that they want to be something creative like Musicians, Poets, Writers, or Photographers. But, how could you get your pockets full of cash that way? Some say, there is no way that someone will be able to get that much money from a career such as that. Money is almost everything in the modern world. Searching through a person's brain to figure out what it is that love doing mo
SecondsHe was so amazing, always laughing and playing. He never lived for what happened in the past, nor the future. He lived here, in the present. Where the excitement was key. Nothing really stunned him from anything. I know that because I've been at his side for 6 years. His smile, that way he walks and talks. Just the way he shows his happiness made his whole body shine. It was amazing. I loved how he was, so kind and caring. Always tending to the need of others, even if he didn't know them. That was just him, just his nature. Every time I was sad, or upset, he would wrap me in his arms and I would feel so safe and warm. No matter where we were. He made everything batter, just from one comforting touch. From one kiss...
Though, it all ended.
A while back we were at the park, it was our anniversary and he wanted to take me out on a romantic date. It was so amazing and the scenery was so beautiful. The whole thing felt so magical that I only wished that it could last forever. But that night
ExistenceYou say this world is out to get you, a fear that is overwhelming you inside.
On top of that You think you're living on borrowed time, of which has only just begun.
You're always looking over your shoulder, praying that the demons in your mind wont haunt you.
Your mind says there's something moving in the shadows that surround you.
Someone's hiding behind the door that you hope protects you from the world.
Fear tells you that suspicion breeds in every stranger, as terror bleeds from every sore in your body.
You say you're feeling down and out, a sore that's just a bore?
Well so what?
This world makes you wanna shout, instead you go and pout.
You say that no one understands you and what you have become.
No one knows where you've been in all your pathetic life.
You play the words like you take it all upon your shoulders, when in truth you know you just can't win this game of life.
You say you're feeling down and out, giving nothing about.
Well so what?
This world makes yo
The Best Present Part VIIPart VII
Three knocks came at the wooden door of Alek and Deryn’s cabin.
“Come in,” Alek called out.
Slowly at first the door gently opened. What sounded like a kick and then the door opened a little more. Alek glanced up and then back down at his papers. Whom ever was at the door must have had their hands full.
Alek stood from his chair and opened the door to find Richards with a large stack of papers in his hands. A goofy grin displayed across his face as he walked though the door.
“Thank you!” Richards said.
“Anytime,” Alek smiled.
“Right, so this half is done here. How goes the rest of the work?”
“Well, I have most of it done. I believe that I’ll run out of time before I can get them all done in time.”
“Well, then maybe you should check again,” Richards smiled looking out the door.
Confusing fill Alek’s thoughts as to what the man was talking about. Looking out the door, Alek heard someone wal
A good day part III“Tha’s the guy? This scrawny little punk?” Harkness growled.
“You’re the one who did all this? How could you be so incompetent and rude?” Richards said.
Malone took a few steps back and was in a roll of panic. Here he was, stuck in a serious situation and had no possible way out. Harkness was ready to kill the man, Richards wouldn't hurt him. But he would never get the end of things. The Lieutenant. Now that would be an even worse situation. That man was built to do one thing and knew how do to that better than any man alive.
How was Eddie suppose to get out of a jam like this in at least one piece?
Softly, Deryn placed a hand on the Lt.’s shoulder and he grabbed onto it as a natural reaction. Too many memories that dealt with the same experience. But he glanced over at her and then rubbed her hand.
Taking a step back and then turning his body so that she could walk past him. Behind her, he crossed his arms and stood like a statue. Deryn
A good day part II“Alek, Deryn!” a voice shouted from afar.
At first Deryn didn’t want to look, so she eased herself down into Alek’s chest. Hoping that whoever was shouting for them wouldn’t see. Alek tried to raise his head and have a chance at who was shouting, but Deryn pulled the back of his hair so that he would lay back down.
“Hey you guys, its me!” the voice continued to get louder as if it was coming closer.
“Hey, who is that shouting your name?” Harkness asked.
“No one,” Deryn hissed
“He seems like he knows you,” Richards said.
“Yeah, well right now, we don’t. Just ignore him,” Deryn whispered
“Alek!” The voice was only a few feet away at this point.
“Gods wounds, no,” Alek whimpered.
It was Eddie Malone. That horrid American Reporter that always had a knack for getting his nose stuck into everything that he really should be getting into. He was dressed in a strange ma
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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