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because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.

I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like your water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I&r

Futuro-Mamá esa chica se parece mucho a la tía Isabella -cuando escucho decir esto a Amanda, dirigiéndose a la Candace del futuro, una sola idea salta en mi cabeza haciendo eco e inevitablemente tengo que decirla en voz alta.
-Oíste eso Candace, voy a casarme con Phineas!
-O Ferb -me responde ella dejando mi mente en blanco.
Dirijo mi vista al peliverde y este me giña un ojo mientras hace un gesto con su mano señalándome. Bueno lo que dice Candace es verdad, para ser tía de Amanda tendría que casarme con Phineas o... Ferb.
Miro fijamente al chico frente a mí y de pronto todo desa

they were divorced before you criedI found hope walking a corner down 9th and I was afraid to ask, really. I was afraid to ask, "I'm sorry to bother you but did you kill your wife?" And I kept praying that if I did muster the courage to croak out loud, his jaundiced eyes adorned in kohl would widen and his gaze would fall before he sighed and muttered, "I'm not who you think i am and she cheated on me."
I would laugh because I expected it and my stature would stagger. It would lower and crawl into the pavement with my dignity as hope stands there worried, asking if there was a gas leak in the basement. I wouldn't stop laughing until he asked why and when he would, I'd smile. I'd smile and wipe a tear before murmuring to him, "Happiness sleeps around the minute you leave the house. I haven't laughed this hard since she told me she was going to stay."

Music Shuffle (Kyrie)Cage the Elephant – “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”
The sun finally sank below the horizon. Under the cover of a moonless darkness, the proxies slipped stealthily between the trees. The densely packed forest offered excellent protection from peering eyes, and so familiar were they with the many pitfalls and snaring brambles that they glided along effortlessly.
Masky took the lead, guiding his two charges along toward the night’s goal. Hoodie followed at a short distance, his video camera fully charged and stocked with a fresh tape. Close beside him was Kyrie, bringing up the rear and making sure the

She was distant.Her emotions sat on the ceiling.

they marked me blue and yellow, mama.between graffitied walls and a lone, chipped sink, they watched me curl in upon myself and combust. it was the only way i knew of to stop the swirling in my hips and heels.
a week later i found emma, the smallest of the vultures, kneeling at my altar. and with her wing-bones hunching and heaving, she mimicked my combustion.
but her eyes were violet when she saw me. violet and brimming with the emptiness of her heels. and i knew. i knew that this could not hold her the way it held me.
and mama, that hurt more than anything. her heels were empty, mama. empty. empty. empty. the way mine should have been, if only you had kept papa away.
if only you had kept away the first vulture i had ever know. if only, mama. if only.

Sweet Nothings'if i could, i would devour you. i would eat you whole, consume you mind, body, and soul. because i am a selfish person. i want you all to myself. no one else may have you.' he said to her, as they lay tangled in each other.
her reply came with a sleepy smile.
'there is a part of my mind which understands the intended romance in your statement. that part is wooed by it. there is also a part which insists upon my realizing the reality, the literal. you, my dear, are a cannibal.'
he placed a kiss on her head.
'well, we'll have to work hard then, to make sure that you are only wooed. we will make you want to be eaten. we will make it so that part of your mind which is literal, is quiet, so when i whisper sweet nothings into your ears, you are completely swept away. lifted off your feet by my obvious romantic intention.'

The Cat and IA biography of myself.

Real Name: I’m not telling, but KP stands for Kev Pickering

Nickname: I refer you to the previous answer

Birthday: July 16, 1963

Current Residence: North West London, United Kingdom

Height: 5’ 8”

Weight: Trying to lose it, thank you

Hair Color: Dark brown but turning grey as it recedes.

Eye Color: Hazel

Likes: Films, musicals, fine literature, my family, and graphic novels.

Dislikes: Shellfish, Lager, “Scripted Reality” shows.

Personality: I’m very shy until someone gets to know me, but those who do tell me I can be a very kind, gentle and yet silly person.

Biog

silence.and i call silence to my mouth.
hoping that i can be heard.
in the teeming roar of the crowd.
anarchy awakens lazily from its slumber and rears its treacherous head.

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you scatter the dark with stars.
i wish they’d flare a little brighter.
just so i can pick my way through the mist.
but the fog swirls, thickens, until i’m drowning in the air we breathe.

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monsters under the bed chase the childhood dreams we once had.
we play under a broken, bleeding sun now.
muted and fading, it sinks beneath the horizon, casting its last rainbows on the clouds above.
it slips from our grasp.
shatters into a thousand burning pieces.

The Blood on Our HandsBut it feels so good.

To touch the open slit is pleasurable beyond belief. Of all of my fantasies, it was never conceivable that I wanted this. It was never that I felt so satisfied drenched in the afterglow of my adrenaline-bred homicide.

The swooping curdling in my veins remains beyond the last breath of him. It feels like I need more, like the blood on my hands isn't enough to slake the drought in my bones that vengeance has brought. My fingertips touch at the open gash in the left-center of his chest, swimming there with dainty strokes in the fresh, bubbling blood.

What have I done...? And why do I need more? Why does it feel like the

RecursionRecursion

Day 12

I hate those infernal hounds.

I can hear them approaching. I regret now that I have not walled off this little corner of the forest that I have chosen to call my own. I am tired, I am hungry, and I am weak from the venom of those spiders. I fear I have just enough time to fashion a spear before they come for me.

Wilson's hands shook as he read the words in the dying firelight. The darkness pressed in against him all around, crawling inward as the fire sputtered.

Those were the last words on the page. Dark spots marred the edges of the papyrus, dried deep into the reeds. A thick swipe of brown streaked along the bottom as

Winter-childi found her in november, wrapped in a sweater.
they wheeled her away on a cart too big for her; two days old, half-dead and blue as the ocean.
i waited, her sweater held in hands that shook and shimmied.
they brought her back to me a week later; nine days old, pink-skinned and plump.
i named her in big letters on a yellow form as she slept in the crook of my arm; mavis.

La cenaLa música palpitaba en sus oídos, invadiendo su cerebro de forma que no hubiese espacio para ningún pensamiento. Música era lo único que deseaba escuchar en esos momentos. Cerró los ojos. Tampoco quería ver nada. Aquella realidad convertida en pesadilla. Tomó aire despacio por la nariz, soltándolo después del mismo modo. Su espalda se reclinó en el respaldo de la silla. Sus músculos se relajaron. Como una droga. La música, en aquel instante, era como una droga. Una droga más o menos inofensiva que le aislaba de sus ideas frenéticas, que controlaban sus alteradas emociones. Se concentró. Aumentó su concentración y aguzó los oídos. Captando cad

HomecomingDestination:
A place I'm me.
Home.

Character Analysis : Ruzai LockeHow to talk about him without revealing too much... hahaha. ; ) Don't expect an in-depth revealing analysis since I still wanna keep him an ambiguous character...

Lol he looks more closer to his age when he's not all sobcrypls... weeps.
He's actually a character type I'm not super comfortable with rping since I tend to play more strong(?) type characters. He's purposely given a "weak" personality and because of that he can be frustrating to play a lot of the time. I can't count the number of times during rp where I think to myself "OMG U R SO DUMB" or don't agree with his course of action. But at the same time it's refreshing to play a character that's very different than what I'm used to. But anyway... please excuse the in-cohesiveness of this analysis. I'm pretty much writing sections separately instead of trying to tie them together... dfchsfs
Thematically, he's pretty much designed around his mage item

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An Incomplete UniverseHere lie her highest highs
And her lowest lows.
Sometimes a freight train rumbles by
And messes it all up.
She lies in the grass
Tracing her finger over her lip
With her brow wrinkled
In frustration.
She is holding her head in her hands
Not physically though.
She calls him a leech,
But in the end,
She knows it's her fault.

Passionate IndifferenceTo say that I have loved
Would imply that I feel
Something more than
Passionate Indifference.

Puzzle PiecesYour mother got annoyed with us, so she sent us to the playroom with a puzzle. I dumped all the glossy pieces out while you watched intently.
How are you going to put this together? You asked. The pieces are all circles!

I was perplexed. The pieces were clearly not circles, so I began to put the pieces together.
I don't understand! You exclaimed. How can we do this?

I figured you were just being silly like always. I ignored your moans and put together all the outside pieces.

You huffed and puffed the way disgruntled children do and crossed your arms across your chest as you plopped down on the floor.

I pushed the last piece into pla

There Was a Flower in the RoomThere was a flower in the room,
Never mind what sort.
Each day, a petal would fall off the flower.
I didn't notice at first,
One day, there were 5 petals left
(I was still oblivious to the flower at this point)
There was a note on the desk
Five Days.
And there was nothing I could do,
Except to watch the petals fall.

TemptationsI saw a demon crawl across the floor,
It whispered secrets to me
Beckoning for me to return
I closed my eyes,
But it never left.

I see a devil dart between the shadows
He offers me a gift,
Tells me I can't decline
I close my eyes,
But it never goes away

I will see a skeleton lie upon the bed
It will show me what is to come
Letting me know I can't escape
I will close my eyes,
But it will never go away.

Across the TableI sat on the other side of the table. You were physically present, but you weren't there; your eyes were empty and your voice was flat. We were sitting in the McDonald's by the park; we didn't order anything, we never did. It was a mid-January day, the joy from Christmas had worn off and now it was just cold.

Do you remember when we came here for my birthday?" I asked. "We brought a cake and everything and didn't buy a thing from the menu, they didn't even care.

You had a ghost of a smile on your face as you managed to say one word;

Yeah…

I looked outside to the pitch-black night and suggested that we go home. We stepped outside and

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by ~xthe-eleanorx, Jul 14, 2012, 10:20:10 PM
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"Where is she?" he asked at the front desk of the hospital.

The receptionist looked up, "Good afternoon doctor. She's recovering in room 312, though I would wait if you want to see her, she is probably asleep right now."

The doctor's face turned white, "So she did it?"

"Yes sir, the procedure was successful."

He nodded at the receptionist as he turned down the corridor. "Yes, thank you."

"It was my pleasure, sir," she said.

"Why do we say that?" he asked, spinning around.

"Sorry?"

"'It was my pleasure.' Why do we say that? We haven't felt pleasure in many years."

"I suppose it's just an old habit. I haven't given much thought to it really."

"Right," he said heading towards room 312.

~

The door was opened and the lights were all off when the doctor entered the room. He
walked over to her and looked down on her sleeping face. She looked different, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was though.

"Here, I will let in some sun. You always liked natural light," he said drawing the dull, brown curtains.

He walked back over to where she slept. He knew he couldn't stay for when she woke up, but he somehow needed to see her. She looked empty. The same empty that he felt now.

He reached out and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"I'm so sorry."

FFM XIVby ~xthe-eleanorx

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Welp, for those of you who read The Doctor, this is a bit of a spin-off of the tale.

I'm writing fanfic on my own writing, my life is going downhill.

Also, I am going to be at a writing camp for the next week, so I don't know whether or not I will be getting these up on time.

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~~joy 0 0~~

wow 2 2

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~theblindingsea Nov 20, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Is there any more to it? I NEED more!!

~xthe-eleanorx Nov 20, 2012 Student Writer

Unfortunately, that is all there is.

~theblindingsea Nov 21, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Well dang... It would be awesome if you made more

~WaKip Jul 15, 2012 Writer

As with the last commenter, I was thinking about The Doctor too xD
I can't believe how fast i was like 'Yep. This is The Doctor related', as its own piece, this is good, and interesting, but as a piece of 'The Doctor'? I loved this. Don't worry! One day people will write those fanfics for you!(We all hope xD)

~xthe-eleanorx Jul 15, 2012 Student Writer

The idea of people writing fanfic for my work is wonderfully terrifying.

~WaKip Jul 16, 2012 Writer

Even if its bad fanfiction? xD

~xthe-eleanorx Jul 18, 2012 Student Writer

I'd be flattered regardless. Though I might be a little disturbed too.

~NoOneWouldListen Jul 15, 2012

It's funny that I was relating this with your work "The Doctor" and when I saw your description it was confirmed

Beautiful writing, I like the visual impact you created here and how you show us a story with so many possibilities (although I have my own interpretation, there are so many possible ones, and I like it

)...

~xthe-eleanorx Jul 15, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you! I would like to hear your interpretation!

~NoOneWouldListen Jul 16, 2012

well... reading this it feels like she can't feel emotion anymore after the "procedure", and that this piece captures that moment of change... I can be completely wrong, was just my though about it

Anyway your writing is beautiful

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