

strandedThe old man was walking barefooted on the beach, his fisher’s cap firmly on his head despite the wind. He liked feeling the sand crunch between his toes and the small waves of the ocean caressing his feet, it was a pleasure even back then when he was a just a toddler, still unsure on his two legs. He cocked his head and istened intently to the waves, the way his dog barney used to do. Maybe they were conveying a message and he just wasn't listening close enough. In the many battles with thunder and rain he had fought on the sea he had come to think that if he spent enough time listening, eventually he would understand what the ocean wanted tostranded


The old lady and the dream V2She was sitting on the beach in her chair, this old rocking chair she had already loved sitting in when she was a little girl... so many years ago. She sighed. Time sure flew by. She thought she'd have enough time to realize all her dreams and projects but suddenly you had turned 90, with arthritis plaguing her bones and the grim reaper lurking around every corner, each time beckoning her with his bony finger. At least she'd always enjoy the wind caressing her face and the glow of the sun warming her body. She nodded to nobody in particular. Everyone she cherished had disappeared or left her to her lonely fate. Since then sheThe old lady and the dream V2


Diskopolia - chapter one"Your medal! Right now!"Diskopolia - chapter one
I glanced at his insisting hand, a look of defiance in my eyes. I felt the adrenaline rushing and my lungs grasping for air as I had a careful look around the dead-end street where I had been attacked. All the assassins were encircling me, rabid vultures, all their sights set on the precious medal that never left my neck. Their leader was facing me, his broken nose nearly touching mine.
His looks were as much a threat as the sharp knife he was holding under my throat and on his bald head various different-sized spots were scattered around, remains of an illness I didn't want to know the origi


be careful what you ask for...You say my silence makes you suffocate but my words would haunt your sleep. You complain about my distance and cold but would you rather my fire consume you? No wonder you can't find the key to my inner self when I still need to look for it myself! You want to know all my secrets but be careful, or you may just get what you were asking for...be careful what you ask for...
by *noah-kh
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'words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels'
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The rose is the key....There are other worlds
We're both doing good thanks darling, getting real cold over here now and you know how happy that makes me!
How are you doing love? It would be awesome if you managed to get on MSN the same time as me, will look forward to it!
Take care
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'words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels'
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I live, therefore I create.. and when creating is not an option.. living isn't either....
Thanks so much for re-watching me now I've changed accounts, really appreciate it.
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"I'm not gonna say anything inspirational; I'm just gonna fucking swear a lot." Billie Joe Armstrong
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And they say I should be locked up.... pffffff...
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愛シテルの クリス です~。
(゜w゜*)
anyway, keep up the good fight
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The rose is the key....There are other worlds
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And they say I should be locked up.... pffffff...
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