Current Residence: Minnesota
Favourite photographer: Sam K.
Favourite cartoon character: Mighty Mouse. Yugi Moto. Stewie Griffin.
-work-in-progress page 8 Stephen was yanked from his reverie when he heard voices growing gradually louder and stopping outside the door to room 910. He quickly and quietly crept into the closet, leaving the door open a crack so as to listen to the conversation unfolding in the hallway.-work-in-progress page 8 by my-name-is-not-abner
"Ms. Johnson, the brake lines of the 1998 Ford Taurus that your daughter's boyfriend owned had been cut, we figure sometime between 7:30 and 10:00 last night."
A hushed silence followed this little announcement.
"I don't understand..." Denise looked from one officer to the other.
"The car accident your daughter was in was not an accident; ma'am, do you know of anyone who would want to harm your daughter? Or her boyfriend?"
Denise's forehead creased into the letter V as she confusedly contemplated why some
-work-in-progress- page 7 The two girls they were meeting were already seated by the time Stephen and Zac arrived at the restaurant; the blond waved them over.-work-in-progress- page 7 by my-name-is-not-abner
"Sorry to keep ya waiting, ladies," Zac apologized sleekly, sliding smoothly into the booth, across from the blond. "This is my buddy, Stephen."
Introductions traveled around.
Jessi was the blond, with brilliant green eyes and a wide, gaping mouth that reminded Stephen strongly of Steven Tyler's mouth. Despite her resemblance to an ever-aging rock star, he could tell right away that she was the one Zac was interested in; she was abrasive, obnoxious and loved telling crude jokes even more than Zac.
Chloe, on the other hand, was small, her dark hair contrasting sharply with her fair skin and her bright, blue eyes. Pretty. Beautiful, act
...Time.... by falathiel
Time, liquid and cynic, like a poison; is thieving your eyes from mine, with shrieks ripped apart and hurled like a sheet of so many words written with blood, only to be contaminated with the presence of one fault line. With tears buried inside to barren lands of my soul, I sense your eyes flowing away.
A child, sniveling, screams that he loves you, as if his small bird that just released her last breath. You don't hear him, and keep on breaking apart our city of dreams we built with our hands, together, with rocks mischievously stolen from fortresses. The bruises on his chest, closer to the left, you use as a cherry on your pie.
I smuggle my eyes from your gaze, from which a hungry, unkempt soul exudes; a soul I coddled as much as my mortal flesh could. In this cold October evening, my core ruptures and falls upon the earth we once gazed in bliss; as you stare through me.
The sun hastily falls into the arms of nobody, dragging my dreams along. She becomes a silhouette in the wes
Across the BridgeI cant abide a land with no mountainsAcross the Bridge by Josh-S
But I can abide this one
The blank horizon doesnt scare me like it ought to
Instead, I see it as a thesis for dreaming
And that dream is a beautiful one.
In my dream a never fixed mark sheds inspiration over the promenade
While the drums alone play a melody beneath the breeze
I was riding a jet ski, moving effortlessly and endlessly across the blue
The bay passing under me like thoughts in the dark
Alone but for the moon, my rusted tandem riding partner.
A lone voice cried out in the darkness
Female. Beautiful. Alone.
and like a fool I raced onward
Rushing toward the voice like a wave hungry for sand.
Through that concrete bayou I raced and at last
I found the girl a gull, crying alone as it pecked at a bloating carcass
And it was then that I awoke, standing in the surf
Holding back the ocean
and pushing away tomorrow.
StormI screamed as the rope ripped itself out of my numb hands and whipped through the icy air. The gusts of wind were coming faster than ever, faster than I had ever experienced before.Storm by readthewholelibrary
I made one last attempt to tie down the tent. Lunging for the rope, I knotted it tightly to the thick metal stake embedded in the ground. Just then, a deafening clap of thunder shook the earth and the accompanying flash of lightning illuminated the harbor below me. Enormous waves were dashing everything in the water against the dark, jagged rocks. Luckily, I was up on a cliff above the harbor, safe from the ocean waves, but I had other concerns. Turning my attention back toward my tent, I lashed the last corner to the soaked ground and crawled inside.
It wasn't dry or warm, but at least I was better off here than I was outside. I sat huddled in the center, feeling the wind trying to uproot the tent. There was a loud crash outside and I shivered, wondering what it could be before realizing something terrifyi
Imaginary DoorA door was set into the wall, dark wood standing out against cream-colored paint. For reasons unknown, there was a small sketch of a flower and a carefully drawn graph taped to it.Imaginary Door by readthewholelibrary
I pushed the door open, and stepped into a partly overgrown backyard. The grass was slightly brown, as if it had been sprinkled with coffee grounds instead of fertilizer. A two story house sat about twenty feet away, and the scent of brewing coffee drifted down to me, along with a sickly sweet odor. It smelled a bit like boiling maple syrup.
The irritating beep of an alarm clock cut through the air, and I jumped. After spinning around several times, I figured out that it was coming from a half-open window on the second floor of the house. There was a loud crash, and the alarm was abruptly cut short. A broken piece of plastic bounced out the window and landed at my feet. It was followed by a yell, apparently from the room's occupant.
Mom, I need another alarm clock!