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- 20/11/08 at storywrite
A concerning thought has occurred to me recently. It strikes me how there are a lot of people who may be different in mind and/or body, who have absolutely no compulsion with taking from humanity, because they have never trul - 09/11/08 at storywrite
I showed Maggie and Sasha a video last night on sex subliminals in Disney cartoons. They were shocked, understandably; especially Maggie. ‘That’s seriously scary,’ she said. ‘Why would they want to do that?’ Her confusion was - 1984 and Modern Society at storywrite
• Page 4 reference to helicopters looking into windows. See Scotland hiring drone planes to monitor populace.1
- 03/11/08 at storywrite
Why is it that most girls seem to be obsessed only with finding ‘the perfect man’? Why is it that the ones who call themselves writers, at least the ones in my seminar, so frequently write about romance? Are they truly silly - 28/10/08 at storywrite
People are like ships on a sea. They come together for company and guidance, but they don’t stay that way forever.1
- 27/10/08 at storywrite
It amazes me how people say it’s hard to live in today’s world. They must really mean it’s hard to live in today’s world only if you’re a sane, sensitive and intelligent human being. Otherwise, how would the plethora of pop s - Tense & Perspective Exercise Two at storywrite
I peddled my bike across the short grass of the playground. We were in Wales, at the caravan site by the sea where we went every year as a family. Around me, the wooden frames were dark with rain, and I could smell the wetnes - Tense & Perception Exercise One at storywrite
I peddle my bike over the short grass of the playground. My brother is peddling his bike beside me. My dad is waiting at the step-over-the-fence. We reach the step-over-the-fence and Dad lifts our bikes over it. He is very st - The Void at storywrite
Once upon a time, there lived a man with a void in his heart. This void was the death of his wife.1
- Notes From Namibia at storywrite
It began on the morning of the 30th May.1 / I was lying in bed wide awake with a cold, which was annoying me intensely because of its extraordinarily bad timing. It must have been the anxiety of - Scotland, 13.08.06 at storywrite
I got back from our holiday to Scotland yesterday. I and Mom left on Sunday morning after a fry-up breakfast. Dad and William didn’t come because family holidays are frustrating and generally un-enjoyable, as proven by trips - London, 11.05.08 at storywrite
1 / London is full of ghosts. It’s like it’s afflicted with terminal nostalgia, and is unable to let go and move on from its ‘glorious’ past. Everything about the place is meant to impress. - Fragment Five at storywrite
The jester Loric stood beneath the oak tree in the royal gardens for an hour every evening. His person was a vision of symmetry; his left side being black and his right side, white. Even his face was painted in such a way, an - Isabelle at storywrite
She kept it bottled up inside. Surely, the display of emotion was a weakness which she could not afford? Her name was Isabelle. She used to like the name, back when she was ‘innocent’ and unspoilt – back before her father had - The Wasp at storywrite
The wasp buzzed innocently along, just minding its own business, although it was more than happy to sting anything that dared to get in its way, as most wasps are. As it happens, it made its way accidentally into the window o - Pariah at storywrite
The alarm blared insolently, screeching forth its nonchalant command on the morning of January 1st, 2015 as it did so on every other morning; never failing to obey the rules of tedious monotony which kept Jacque’s life tickin - A Malevolent Encounter at storywrite
I was dream-walking in a field of fragrant roses when I sensed their presence. They yanked me out of my dream and pinned me to my bed, my body still deep in slumber, but my soul wide awake. There were several of them - invisi - Fruit of Sin at storywrite
I sat upon my throne in a vast hall of stone. I was meditating, with my heels pulled up under my knees, my hands resting upon them, and my eyes closed. My hair was brown, long and straggly, and it fell forwards in front of my - Gante at storywrite
Gante worked all day upon his isolated coastal farm. The smell of brine from the ocean swept eternally over the sheer cliffs, borne upon the wind. The sound of waves crashed incessantly against the base of these cliffs, weari - Bounto at storywrite
There was something almost pathetic in the way his clothes collapsed, floating to the ground in an attitude of prostration and despair, as his ashes soughed away on the wind. Without a body inside of them, his cerements fell - Fragment Four at storywrite
He stood upon the apex of the highest tower in the chrome city. Above him, the sky was an angry, broiling, dark mass. Flickers of lightning played dangerously among the clouds, casting him briefly as a silhouette to the peopl - Fragment Two at storywrite
She was wounded almost fatally; wounded and lingering upon the threshold of death. She was feverish and delirious; lying in a bed of white satin, while her friends looked on anxiously, for they knew that there was little they - Fragment One at storywrite
He fled through the woods, the foliage littering the ground rustling in his ears; a backdrop against the harsh grating of his steaming breath. The moon shone silver through ultramarine overcast clouds; its quicksilver effulge - Debt, Drugs & Dole at allpoetry
An old friend was seen today, Doped up on god-knows-what. - How Easy It Is to Run at allpoetry
How easy it is, To give in to the silken - The Hermit & the Fool at allpoetry
I am the blundering Fool, Who tries to find the Hermit within. - Ice-Flakes at allpoetry
I walk at night in wintertime. A million tiny ice-crystals glitter - We Are the Mirror at allpoetry
We are the reigns / Which pull on the mouth of a riderless bull. / We are the voices saying ‘Stop!’ / We are the eyes which see the killing / And the pain. / We are the heart, / The soul, / And the conscience. - Rain at allpoetry
The rain is pouring, falling outside, / As if some god has broken and cried; / Pouring grief upon the drive and lawn, / While I’m inside, safe and warm. / It is splashing, dancing, on the roof; / Of nature’s be - Crescendo at allpoetry
Lips suspended in the air / Laugh and rotate around my / Head, as I sit motionless / With vacant eyes - lifeless and / Almost dead. / Fists and feet thud on the wall, / Thud, thud, thud, thud, and / There i - You Needn't Be You at allpoetry
You could be anyone else, / Anywhere else, / For all the difference that / It makes. / People are people, / And fundamentally, / We are all the same. / I could be in / Canada, / Tokyo, / New Yor - A Plea or a Soliloquy at allpoetry
Is there some secret of which I am unaware? / I think I could be saved, if only You could tell me; / Perhaps you could allay the ravings of a deranged boy. / How is it possible? You know what I mean – no – / Don’t pl - Pebbles Upon a Pond at allpoetry
Something there is in the tinkling / Of jewels that fall to a marble floor, / Like the rippling of pebbles upon a pond / That is frozen and turned to ice. / They inspire reflection, just like the / Water before - Phantom vs. Flesh at allpoetry
I glanced at myself upon a day, / As I am wont to do, / But this time, I noticed a seeping sore, / Which I had striven to ignore; / Having hoped that it would fade, / And that I would find a cure. / But it on - No Attachments at allpoetry
So, you’ve come to stay for awhile. / For sure, it will be fun while it lasts, / And perhaps there is some fire and air / In me which will allow you to leave, / When needs must be. / It will be fun while it las
