

Mysterious IdentitiesHe stood halfway in the shadows, a stoic face above a slight figure. If someone looked closely, they could barely see the burn scars on his hands, but he usually wore gloves to cover that up. He twitched uncomfortably. He'd been standing in the same alley way for nearly two hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Some might call him a stalker, but in all reality, he was an authorized Private Eye. The mystic had hired him a month ago to find out more about this girl, to get close to her if he could. But he had a bad feeling about her from the beginning. He reread her business card, 'Dawn Marie Carter, massage therapist (women only) 555-6098.'Mysterious Identities


Mystical TalismanThe only thing I regret is the small turquoise turtle that I always carried in my right, front pocket. Just the thought of it being my only hope as well makes me shudder. I shove my hand in my pocket and retrieve the horrible icon. He stares at it with gleaming eyes. "That's all I need, just give it to me and you'll be free." My stomach churns with the thought of this much power in this madman's hands. I close my eyes and grasp it tightly in my hands. "Please fix this." I mutter to it. The talisman wriggles in my hand and dies hopelessly. It couldn't do a thing to help me; my time is up. The madman is still staring at me, watchingMystical Talisman


Brazen CourageYou stand there, holding out a sooty copper hand, Unfathomable coffee-brown eyes pleading, And broad, muscled shoulders bearing the weight of the world Like an oxen bearing the brunt of the yoke. Just the sight of you under so much pressure brings tears to my eyes and I grasp your outstretched hand tightly within my own, hoping to never let go. I refuse to abandon you. You, in the white tank-top you would refuse to wear except out of necessity. I have an intense desire to be near you. You, with your puppy dog paws and your lion's roar, Just a joker, juggling justifications simultaneously.Brazen Courage
Kiss of Dusk

Killing Turtles"You're going to kill turtles if you keep this up."Killing Turtles
" Keep what up?"
"This balloon thing of yours."
"Oh... my freeing of the balloons?"
"Well you seem to think of it like that, but they can land in the ocean. Then turtles eat them and suffocate."
"I guess that's a realistic concern, but they look so beautiful when they're floating away. I'd feel bad, keeping them trapped on the ground."
"I know what you mean but I don't think the turtles would understand."
"Maybe that's because the turtles have never dreamt of flying I wish I was a
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G. Perkins Part Four "Rett?" I look over at William. "Yeah?" He keeps his eyes trained on the stars, his fingertips absently brushing the back of my hand.G. Perkins Part Four
"Do you believe in God?"
I look back up at the star-lit sky. The roof of my house is grainy beneath us, wet and cool from the rain that has stopped. The clouds have disappeared for once and the stars shine brightly, surrounding the waning gibbous moon. The night breeze raises goose bumps on our arms. William and I lie next to one another, hands linked.


DaydreamYou sit in class Pencil tappingDaydream
Against the blank notebook Look out the window The sky Dreary and grey Rain splashing upon the ground The patter grows louder Until it's a roar You're pulled under By the tide Salt water stinging Your eyes Then, grains of sand Hot and biting into Your bare feet Running Tennis shoes slapping The asphalt Tires squeal Radio booming Making the car shake Friends singing Voices clashing harshly But beautifuly "Hailey!" You blink And tap your pencil Ag
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"Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason."
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"Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason."
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It's as great as the taste of a cake filled with a broad variety of toothpastes!
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And then there was a blindingly beautiful funeral procession of butterflies-
~Godchild
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"Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason."
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And then there was a blindingly beautiful funeral procession of butterflies-
~Godchild
TAG YOU'RE IT.
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(totally dont have to do this. lol)
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And then there was a blindingly beautiful funeral procession of butterflies-
~Godchild
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Only when we've quenched this mighty vessal's appitiate, when the captain tells us "Lads, we'll be going home tonight", we turn to the raging sea and raise our fists and yell "You won't be seeing us today you won't be seeing us in Hell!"
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