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And so it began. The winds swelled and the rain fell, yet nothing could shelter her and her thoughts. In the vortex of her mind stood a sacred place, a safe place.
"If you are scared of the past you will never live the future" said a voice in Peter's head.
Do you ever get that strange feeling when your asleep and you suddenly awake and feel as if your falling down a stairs or something?.
What is 'nothing' . Is it the blank expression on the relatives face. Or is it the cold reply from your mother on a bad day. Is it the empty feeling you feel when your alone.
So Tilley your mum and dad Are both ok Tilley has now got a baby brother called Scott so that was Tilleys story if you got any ideas tell me.
Last night I had quite an interesting dream I will share now. This is also the first dream I am sharing and I thankfully remembered it.
As Tilley got up she sensed some thing was wrong she thought her mum and Dad were acting strange what did she do Tilley's school play was coming up soon then her dinosaur approached her Tilley you...
Once lived a girl called Tilley she had a toy dinosaur well last sunday at 9:15pm she woke up and her dinosaur was glowing .
Standing there, on that ledge so far from humanity, I gripped his hand impossibly tight. His mind entered mine and for a moment I could see all the heartache we had caused each other.
Cold. Dead tendrils wind , circle, destroy. The bark peels, flakes. The trunk groans. Supposed wisdom gone, a future gone, a past worthless.
I walked under the boughs as they reached out to the sky, waving. I strolled on, in awe.
As the wasps began to disintegrate, the twoscribblies thought about the Jingo spoons..
Ever been woken up in the morning by someone and you say "Ok, ok, now go away and let me have a shower" and then as soon as they have left the room you automatically fall back asleep.
I sat in that little vintage cafe, It seemed like only yesterday, Not far away. And now I sit in those tartan armchairs, Thinking. Wasn't I lucky that day. Sitting alone in that little vintage cafe..
Well here we are first story post. Thought I would share a whacko idea me and a friend of mine had one ridiculous evening for a job we should get.
I'm somewhere. I know that, but I don't know where. There's a crystal topped lake, and soft green moss. A babbling brook, gliding over the rock. Grass, slick with dew, and all manner of flowers.
Have you ever noticed you are always doing something. Like right now im standing and typing..
So i heard you are rude Youve never been nice But you were nice to me So why not give it a try So i did And it was stupid Everything you said was a lie Your words that ment everything to me Ment...
He starts out with nothing, but goes through much process to create something so marvelous and genuine. First, he sculpts the simple form, he chooses between two different styles.
I wanted the night sky glimmering on the lake, I wanted your eyes to look into mine the way mine looked into yours. I needed a man who could wipe my tears away and say just the right things.
It swirls around him, flowing and rushing around like a tyrant river, full of colors and hues of great vibrancy. It swirls around him and his being, from the head to the very ends of his fingers.
I remember those days, when we sat on your porch in the warm sunlight, sipping your mom's sweet tea and talking about how much we loved to draw.
'Have you lost you mind!?', Ana said. She was utterly disappointed in me. 'I'm sorry Ana..I'll try and do better next time...' but it was too late. Ana had hit me, a punch more of.
Had a strange dream where a group of people and myself were trapped in a cave. For every one minute of time that passed outside in the world, 7 minutes of time passed within the cave.