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225Rapidamente las ideas brotaron de su boca cual olas de mar, sin direccion alguna, golpeandose entre si, lentamente poco a poco se movian unas hacia otras , sin parar un instante y sin notarlo se habian mezclado hasta ser una sola pieza, una gran pieza de estupideces, ideas, sentimientos que no valia la pena enteder, quizá fuese necesario hacerlo, sin embargo, no tenia deseo alguno por hacerlo, sin saber que podría ser, sin importar en lo mas minimo.
Las ondas golpeaban en el interior del cubo, estruendo, ruido, sin calma alguna, el deseo por no sentir aquella vibración, por no querer sentir nada.
Tan dificil llega a ser el respirar como el
Through the FireMy world seemed so perfect. I had a good job and a beautiful bride to be. We had plans for the future, her and I. House by the hill in a safe part of town, different ideas for wedding venues, and names for the children we were going to have. All of this was going to make our perfect lives where we could exist and be happy with each other until the day we died of old age. So young, and yet the grass seemed greener on our side of the hill.
But then came the fire.
Maybe I grew complacent.
Maybe I just didn’t notice the moisture leaving the earth and the grass turning brown.
Maybe that’s what made it so painful when the flames cam
Life's A Card Game
Life's a card game. At the start of the game, someone's holding the cards for you. The person holding the cards thinks you can't hold them yourself. Slowly, the holder hands them to you one-by-one. But these aren't your everyday paper cards; these weigh about half a pound each. The more you get, the heavier it is. To get rid of them, you have to play them.
There are two ways you can play them. One way is to play them responsibly and put them on your stack. The other way is to hide them under your seat, which is going to make those cads hurt you later on. The cards you played right you don't have to worry about, although you can p
16. Obsession"Kthxbai cu l8r 2nite"
I stared at the text message on my screen much longer than it took to read it several times. Concentrating on a single pixel, I was trying to keep my breathing under control so I didn't start raging. Voices of past councilors ran through my head and I followed their directions, counting slowly to ten in my head. I had spent years in therapy to try and put a damper on my obsession with standard English. I couldn't stand the sight of the incorrect spelling of Katie's text and the worst part was that she knew it better than most.
"It's not worth the energy," I said to myself as I pulled my jacket on. It was cold in the a
I always was picked on for many things. My skin color, my clothes, my hair. My friends.
In school, I only had about one friend. His name was Chester. I barely knew him when he disappeared, but before that we were great friends. He had my back, and I had his.
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I walked to middle school every day, trying so desperately before I left to convince my parents I was sick or something. They never fell for it unless I WAS sick. I never wanted to go because the other students teased me because I was small, always wore shirts that were black and red striped and a red scarf that looked like the ends w
There was a young man, and he There was a young man, and he was very lonely in the world.
He was an artist, and he drew pictures of empty buildings and destroyed skylines. He sketched outlines of graveyards, and visited old, blasted houses that had yet to be restored after burning. He knew his subject well, and his subject was the end.
He lived in a small apartment in a large apartment building, and the lights didn't always work and the ceiling leaked and there was no elevator even though he lived on the very highest floor, the 11th, but it was inexpensive, and he liked knowing there were many people crammed in closely around him, even though he rarely spoke
Note to Self You. Yes, you. This note has been written specifically to you and its contents are of the utmost importance.
Why should you trust me?
I am you from the future.
If you tell anyone this note exists, they either won't believe you or they won't understand the significance. The words will mean nothing to the stubborn and will be impossibly dilute to the gullible. You are alone in this.
I have written this to warn you.
In exactly thirteen minutes, you will die. You need to evacuate your home as quickly as possible. Once again, if you don't, you will die.
I don't have the time to explain the complex series of events that have led up to th
SometimesI wish I could understand myself better.
I want to know what to do.
There is this constant feeling of lethargy crawling on my skin. There is this sudden and fleeting turmoil in my body. And no matter what I try, it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm depressed, other times not. Well, I'm always a little depressed, because that is just how it is. Depression seems to go hand in hand with confusion; at least, it does when you're confused about yourself. How could it not? We are the most important things in this universe.
The universe is seen through us, by us. By not understanding myself, by feeling this chaotic, lethargic, confusion, I'm not
Max and Boston, a Pokemon FanfictionMax pulled his face out of the mud and wiped his cheeks. He was panting, struggling to catch his breath. His whole body ached and his eyes were beginning to water. He glanced back at his trainer, looking for some kind of guidance, for kind of command, but none came. All he saw was confusion and panic; it was all he ever saw in Boston. He started blinking rapidly, attempting to arouse himself; he could no longer think clearly. In the corner of his eye he saw a brown creature moving with terrifying speed, and instantly he knew what was coming. His entire body tensed as he braced for impact. A powerful kick to the face sent him flying backwards,
Theme Four: Change Some envy the sex. Others the money. And some envy it all. They wish they could have what I have. They wish they could indulge in the treasures I've amassed. They wish they would have been born with that sensation to persevere. They want to have that inborn compulsion to advance. And if they could, they would shamelessly rob me of it.
But can I blame them? It must look like such a decadent life from the outside. To take pleasure in the stresses of progression and to unwind by basking in the things I worked so hard to attain. I must look as though I was blessed by God. I must look like I am a God; some sort of divine entity sent to earth to
Theme Three: Content I have been walking through this desert for a lifetime. From the moment I was born and until the day I die. I have walked side by side with my family, my friends, and even my enemies. I have fallen and danced, and have seen the same happen to my brethren one-hundred fold. Yet, despite all of the inconsistencies, some things remain consistent. Despite all of the fallacy, some things are irrefutable.
It is in these niches that I have found my driving force. It is in these exceptions that I survive the intense heat, bear the loss of love; and above all, focus my attention on enjoying life, as opposed to fixing it.
So many times I've seen th
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