I once asked a friend of mine where she believed life originated. She looked off into the distance as if revisiting a memory. Eventually she answered me saying I think life came from the ocean. At first I thought she was being silly. If we came from the ocean, that would make us fish! When I told her this, she asked me if I knew what was at the bottom of the ocean and I found I couldnt answer.
I soon forgot about this friend and her thoughts of the ocean. But I soon found myself on a boat, and as I stared down through the water I wondered how something so transparent could be so dark. I started thinking about what dwelled a
Kate Shore knew when she got out of bed today that she wasnt going to have a good day. This wasnt womans intuition and there wasnt something in the air. It was simply because Kate Shore never had a good day for as long as she could remember. Kate is moderately over-weight, moderately intelligent and all together sensible a person. Her days started with her getting up far too early, having a breakfast that was incredibly healthy in an attempt to lose weight, travelling for far too long, to get to a job she didnt enjoy, where people complained to her, or talked to her in accent so thick that she didnt know wh
Bianca didnt really feel too good about just leaving Lissa at her house. It was just wrong. Maybe even a little mean. But this sounded important. Bianca cruised down a road, in her big black car and thought about the phone call.
Hello? Bianca answered the phone, while Lissa and Eric debated quietly over whether or not orange and purple had appeared in the air.
Hi Bianca, its Cassandra.
This struck her by surprise. Oh, uh, hi. How are you?
Im...great. Cassandra answered in a tone indicating the inappropriateness of pleasantries at this point in time. We kind of need yo
With yellow hair, Anastasia lay on her back on the white floor of her room in the asylum. Kross entered the room once more, with pen and clipboard, to take note on her behavior. Hed never considered it a dangerous thing to do. Through all the lights and effects and screaming rages of insanity, hed never seriously considered that Anastasia would hurt someone. She may have seemed like a schizophrenic, bipolar, screaming, crazy lunatic, but hed hardly have ever thought of her as violent. She just seemed nicer than that for some reason.
He looked at her yellow hair; the fringe was quite short, but as it went further back it gre
Biancas tree was lovely. It was covered in gold and glass and white ornaments.
The tree itself was about 4ft tall, but the all the tinsel and sparkling white fairy lights, that were being refracted through the glass ornaments creating a glistening beacon to anyone looking at it.
Her tree and most things on it were inherited from her mother; who had decided once her only child left home that Christmas cheer was done for and Bianca would do more good with it than she would.
This was Cercs first Christmas. Real Christmas at the very least. This time he actually had presents and meals and fun. Eric and Bianca had pooled some money
Eric walked into the room full of darkness.
He wasnt really acquainted with the inner-workings of the house, so he didnt know where the light switch was. But his eyes immediately adjusted to the light (or lack thereof) and he found the switch was right next to him.
That was the thing about Eric; he was good at everything. Even his eyes adjusted to light quickly.
This may seem like an unrealistic characteristic, but he wasnt the best at everything, just better.
And it all came down to the evolution anyway.
He was part of a species more evolved than current humans. As such, he was wired to be advanced in all fields. That&
Bianca was eating some toast with jam in the kitchen, shed only just come home half an hour ago from the Saint-Anastasia Church and the Saint-Anastasia Asylum. Cerc was playing with the fridge magnets.
Biancas fridge had established a whole colony of magnets. Mixed and matched from different TV shows and movies, they created scenes all for themselves. She found some of them in McDonalds Happy Meals (she has a collection of non-magnetic toys in her room), some came in the mail, some came in cereal boxes and some of them she wasnt even sure where she got. She put them all together, so that it had things like Harry Potte
Bianca smoothed her straight black her down in the mirror. She pushed the mirror aside and flicked through her wardrobe. She found a black dress whose frilly bottom went to just above her knee and pulled on some black stockings. She found a white coat to wear over the dress, which was only just smaller than the dress. Bianca ran downstairs found a pair of shoes and a black handbag. Eric was still in bed, catching up on last nights sleep, of which he usually had a lot anyway. Cerc had been awake since the morning and was still listening to Biancas Mp3 player. She could swear that she saw some violet coloured waves flickering in the
Cassandra lounged about in a very spacious apartment.
Spacious in the sense that it had very little furniture.
She was a woman. At a quick glance, you could definitely be sure that she was into body modification.
But, of course, you couldnt just take a quick glance at this person. Because, well, because you just couldnt.
Her hair went down to her shoulders. It was a bright auburn colour, but clearly dyed. On closer inspection, youd find that shed singed the ends with a lighter. She was wearing a backless black dress. This was very important, because of what it was exposing. On her back there was a tattoo of an inte
I once asked a friend of mine where she believed life originated. She looked off into the distance as if revisiting a memory. Eventually she answered me saying I think life came from the ocean. At first I thought she was being silly. If we came from the ocean, that would make us fish! When I told her this, she asked me if I knew what was at the bottom of the ocean and I found I couldnt answer.
I soon forgot about this friend and her thoughts of the ocean. But I soon found myself on a boat, and as I stared down through the water I wondered how something so transparent could be so dark. I started thinking about what dwelled a
Kate Shore knew when she got out of bed today that she wasnt going to have a good day. This wasnt womans intuition and there wasnt something in the air. It was simply because Kate Shore never had a good day for as long as she could remember. Kate is moderately over-weight, moderately intelligent and all together sensible a person. Her days started with her getting up far too early, having a breakfast that was incredibly healthy in an attempt to lose weight, travelling for far too long, to get to a job she didnt enjoy, where people complained to her, or talked to her in accent so thick that she didnt know wh
Bianca didnt really feel too good about just leaving Lissa at her house. It was just wrong. Maybe even a little mean. But this sounded important. Bianca cruised down a road, in her big black car and thought about the phone call.
Hello? Bianca answered the phone, while Lissa and Eric debated quietly over whether or not orange and purple had appeared in the air.
Hi Bianca, its Cassandra.
This struck her by surprise. Oh, uh, hi. How are you?
Im...great. Cassandra answered in a tone indicating the inappropriateness of pleasantries at this point in time. We kind of need yo
With yellow hair, Anastasia lay on her back on the white floor of her room in the asylum. Kross entered the room once more, with pen and clipboard, to take note on her behavior. Hed never considered it a dangerous thing to do. Through all the lights and effects and screaming rages of insanity, hed never seriously considered that Anastasia would hurt someone. She may have seemed like a schizophrenic, bipolar, screaming, crazy lunatic, but hed hardly have ever thought of her as violent. She just seemed nicer than that for some reason.
He looked at her yellow hair; the fringe was quite short, but as it went further back it gre
Biancas tree was lovely. It was covered in gold and glass and white ornaments.
The tree itself was about 4ft tall, but the all the tinsel and sparkling white fairy lights, that were being refracted through the glass ornaments creating a glistening beacon to anyone looking at it.
Her tree and most things on it were inherited from her mother; who had decided once her only child left home that Christmas cheer was done for and Bianca would do more good with it than she would.
This was Cercs first Christmas. Real Christmas at the very least. This time he actually had presents and meals and fun. Eric and Bianca had pooled some money
So what do you like to eat? The boy asked. He had wide blue eyes and long black hair.
I like Ice Cream, but not ice or cream, funnily enough. The girl responded. She had orange hair, despite her Asian face.
Ice Cream? What is that, refrigerated cream? Cerc asked, puzzled.
You dont know? Phoenix arched her eyebrows.
Um is this it? Cerc pulled out a shaker of salt.
Almost.
What about this? Cerc showed her a box of gluten-free cookies.
Getting colder
Cerc took a step to the left.
Colder.
Cerc took 2 steps t
Before I go any further, I want you to note that I said reality.
Not realty.
I am not in the business of selling houses, here. This is an exciting theory that I am proposing to you.
Have you ever been sitting on a couch, lying in the grass, watching a woefully inadequate movie or just playing the blues and thought 'I wish my dreams came true'? Well before your dreams become real, you have to actually have a dream.
Scientists all agree (except for that really bitter one that doesn't agree with anything) that dreams are simply the mind sorting out the experiences that you have had during the day. For example, if you had a dream about a pige
It is strange really, human emotions. No matter how hard I may try, I will never fully understand them. They are more complex than anything I have ever come across in my entire life span. They can be changed by the smallest of things and they decide the largest of choices for us.
They range from an extreme feeling of ecstasy, to a suicidal feeling of low. Some emotions come in short stumpy bursts, and some in infrequent long and painful moans and pangs of guilt and revenge.
You can experience one at a time, in a single spotlight of happiness. Or a collage of hate, love, trust, guilt, friendship, confusion, curiosity, claustrophobia.
Yep.
I just said that.
I decided that considering I can never motivate myself to use this website (I can't upload, I can't respond, I can't comment, let's face it. I'm shit)
That I'm going to hold a kind of request thing.
One per person.
You can request I post a journal with the content of your choosing.
Or you can request I comment on something or post something of your choosing.
You can request anything of your choosing.
I need something to push me to actually be active here.
(But I would like to add that I'm scared to give some of you this power, so yes, refusal is an option :lol: )
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I have no enthusiasm for this.
Oh God I'm so lazy.
I give up on commenting for now.
Anyway guys, tell me how things are in your life.
I feel like we have spoken in ages.
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