i hate everyone...read and you will understand.this was a comment on someone's piece...damnit
damnit to hell
Bowl of Tears“Bowl of Tears”Bowl of Tears
My face hurts. My eyes hurt. My heart hurts. Why? Because she’s gone. My girl is gone, and I’m reduced to a quivering wreck. Tears roll down my cheeks and fall from my chin. They splash into the bowl of salad beneath me. They blend in with the fresh, crisp lettuce. Some fall to the bottom where they enhance the flavor of the pre-packaged Italian dressing. They are lost in a forest of green onions, celery, and cucumber, sliced too thin. She was taken from me, and it’s just not fucking fair. She was stolen. My family is clueless to a
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Sitting at the computer, busily typing away, she hears a creak. Startled she spins around. Nothing. Emptiness. Total Void. Unnerved, yet somehow excited, she resumes her technical tasks. Again, a creak. And this time she could swear she hears somebody breathing. She turns again, to find nothing. Convinced of herself, she gets up to check the next room. As she steps away from the chair, a shadow shifts behind her and a warm body presses itself against her, covering her eyes with one palm and silencing
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I fucking hate writer’s block! I have my editor breathing down my neck. And I can’t come up with any thing good to write about. Think Rob, think…Maybe if I look in the paper… “Local Priest Defrocked.” That’s promising. “…Reverend Sean Mallory, 43, of St. Michael’s Catholic Church was defrocked due to his missionary work in Malaysia. It was proven that while in Malaysia he took the opportunity to frequent a brothel that specialized in young boys. It was said that he often went to the establishment with medicines to treat the boys for diseases. He soo
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-Prologue-
The snow was blinding. The teller had struggled on like this for about six days. He had been eating berries and melting snow over his meek fires for drinking water. He was constantly shivering. The driving wind whipped his cloak about his ankles. He was about to halt and set up his shelter when he heard the blunt, thumping sound of hooves cantering in his direction from up ahead. He dashed to the side of the trail and readied a knife. “Bloody bandits are everywhere, nowadays. Not like before,” he grumbled to himself. “Even a resp
just checking ppl who live close to me...kind of...
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lotsa lurve and joy and DOOM.
-Yiang
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(actually, just good art. ^^)
Thank you for the comments.
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will now go and read your gallary.
Ryutan
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