yay.still suffering from P.E.T.S (post-exam traumatic stress)
so don't mind if i lag a while.
currently in the works are a collab prose w/ anne
& i finished a solo prose last night.
posting it now;
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on the window ledgeHe sits by the window. Gazes out at the garden. Placidly, he stares at the snow, slowly drifting from the skies in liberal amounts. The symmetrical snowflakes, congruent in their size and shape. He wishes nothing more than to be able to go out, to feel the soft caress of the white snow on his bare skin. But he can't.on the window ledge
He is trapped, within the safe comforts of his room. He can't go out, he can't even walk. He stares dolefully at his feet, a mangled bundle of torn nerves and destroyed muscles. He can't remember the sensation of the smooth sand beneath his feet, of a time long past, frolicking at the beach just like normal children
by ~kennysoccer25
The oak treeI still return to that oak tree.The oak tree
Five-year-old us, running through that forest, meandering through the foliage. Through the light breeze of spring, frolicking amongst the branches. Under that oak tree, we made that promise. Unforgettable through to infinity, past eternity and for immortality.
Eight-year-old us, building a tree house, nailing the wooden planks together. So proud of ourselves, we were, finding all the supplies ourselves. The tree house, our little secret it could be. We even personalised it, and nobody wondered where our favourite toys went.
Ten-year-old us, watching the autumn leaves floa
by ~kennysoccer25
Teach me how to flyTeach me how to fly, In the great big open sky, Show me how to soar, And not touch the floor.Teach me how to fly
You were so open, so expressive- A beacon of light in the obscure fog, A pillar of strength in the murky bog;
Your spirit flew with birds, And danced on clouds, I watched and admired, From within this misty shroud;
Break these chains of mine, With the power thine, For bedraggled I am, And shackled to them;
They say pragmatism, You say idealism, But which better, The means, or the ends?
by ~kennysoccer25
ChessboardWhite. Black. White. Black.Chessboard
He stared at the chessboard in front of him. At the finely chiselled pieces, the glass figurines, some translucent, some opaque. At the tiling beneath their feet, ever-changing variants of black and white.
He stared, uncomprehendingly, yet a familiar longing stirred in his mind, a familiar urge to touch those pieces once again, to move them with the elegance and the alacrity he once possessed.
He didn’t really notice the eyes on him, from outside the room, from through the blinds.
“How’s his condition? Is he improving?” The doctor quizzed
by ~kennysoccer25
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shaking, shatteringsometimes she wants to count the stars on a sleepless night, just so she can be better than the rest of the world who gave up halfway through.shaking, shattering
after all, histrionicism is her best trait [and her biggest fault].
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as she looks at her life crack at the seams, unfiled worksheets and lost coins fluttering-'ping'ing down the sides of the widening chasm, she wants to be 'a good girl' again.
she plots her life like a linear graph, where [wh]y = [e]x[-rebel] minus c[an do this] and draws the straight line to infinity -
only she will later lose that piece of graph paper and figure it wa
by =choirsoftheheavens
gabrielle.the first time i met her, she said :gabrielle.
“when you’ve been hurt, you don’t expect anything from people because you’re scared it will happen again.”
that’s gabrielle. she always has her head in the clouds, why? because it’s easier for her to get lost and not be found. always thinking she was not original, a teenager oh-so-typical, she tried to stand out from the crowd. converses with white skirts, singing “cross my heart and hope to die” out loud in the school’s corridors and saying she wasn’t scared of anything, not even spiders, future, water and people’s thoug
by ~tryingtofindmyself
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| i'm 15, from hwachong, and more or less a prose writer. debuting in poetry writing, dabbling with open poetry (because i can't write anything else save haikus, to save my life) is irritated with avalanches of schoolwork; and my research paper (which i hope to complete by today) and generally irritated with work. (i'm a slackaholic) - plays soccer, and softball (as a cca) - has facebook (and uses it far too often) - sleeps at obscenely late hours - hopes that my parents never find this webpage - <3s snow. neige, 好きです. |
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Treat others the way you want to be treated.
If we spent every minute of our lives thanking God for all that He has done, that still wouldn't be enough.
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I really should be studying.
active in:
*DailyLitDeviations ~alphabetspawn *Critique-It
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I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. If you do too, copy and paste this into your signature.
Treat others the way you want to be treated.
If we spent every minute of our lives thanking God for all that He has done, that still wouldn't be enough.
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I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. If you do too, copy and paste this into your signature.
Treat others the way you want to be treated.
If we spent every minute of our lives thanking God for all that He has done, that still wouldn't be enough.
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. If you do too, copy and paste this into your signature.
Treat others the way you want to be treated.
If we spent every minute of our lives thanking God for all that He has done, that still wouldn't be enough.
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"Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humour was provided to console him for what he is." — Oscar Wilde
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I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. If you do too, copy and paste this into your signature.
Treat others the way you want to be treated.
If we spent every minute of our lives thanking God for all that He has done, that still wouldn't be enough.
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