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I wanted it. I wanted it more than her. It was a simple thing; a gold necklace with diamonds nestled in a wide broach. It was her grandmother’s. But I deserved it. It’s the law of nature–take what you want because you can.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.03.2015 @ 5:17 pm
Racing toward the goal one thousand miles per hour with the laser beam focus of a radioactive photon.
» Posted By kevin On 04.29.2015 @ 3:24 am
I couldn’t tell where I was at. I went though the door and noticed all these wild crazy looking paintings. These paintings were almost occult like in nature. I would of never expected to see this at a terminal. I was spooked!
» Posted By kevin On 04.08.2015 @ 4:15 am
Dumplings are good like hot cross buns and red poles beacuse they smell like pillows. They come in many different shapes like pencil, plant, and windowsills
» Posted By Kevin On 03.08.2015 @ 1:27 pm
Goods can be manty things like foods, jewels, water, more food, and more jewels
» Posted By Kevin On 03.08.2015 @ 1:24 pm
Goods are very good because it have the word good in it there what makes it so good
» Posted By Kevin On 03.08.2015 @ 1:21 pm
» Posted By Kevin On 03.08.2015 @ 12:57 pm
A scientist is a person who studies in their type of field of their subject.
» Posted By kevin On 03.03.2015 @ 9:29 am
What is smog, I don’t understand this word, never heard it before. Idk
» Posted By Kevin On 02.26.2015 @ 12:10 pm
Smog is smoke that is more near the ground for escaping use. Also for combat use with smoke gernades.
» Posted By kevin On 02.26.2015 @ 8:20 am
An audience is a group of people that are there to watch you reveal or do something entertaining.
» Posted By kevin On 02.25.2015 @ 11:54 am
Drunken, and homeless I walk up to some stranger and walk him across the face with a bottel of wine. Then I puke down his shirt, he slaps me and I faint.
» Posted By Kevin On 02.24.2015 @ 2:01 pm
At least there’s nothing here to be afraid of, he said, staring outside of his train car. She was not as convinced as he, noting the age of the viaducts they were traveling over, and their poor state of repair.
» Posted By Kevin On 09.12.2014 @ 4:00 pm
the framework of the house was very complicated.
» Posted By kevin On 05.21.2014 @ 10:21 am
the unknown person died
» Posted By kevin On 05.20.2014 @ 10:24 am
This city had burned me out, or I had grown weary of its constant, dreary attempts to welcome me. I had to go. I didnt have a plan, but then, I had no purpose. One cannot have a purpose without a plan.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.19.2014 @ 11:07 am
You should have reverence for things that deserve it. But not all things deserver reverence. What makes something worthy of reverence? Something that should be revered is a very rare thing and I wonder how many people revere anything at all.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.07.2014 @ 5:12 pm
Sitting in her wheelchair, the old woman looked out the window. It was morning; the light hit her face gently, welcoming. A plant sat on the sill, drooping a little. The woman wondered if her daughter would visit her today, but she remained doubtful
» Posted By Kevin On 01.08.2014 @ 7:01 pm
He gently took her hand into his and slowly led her down the stairs. The blindfold was tight, but she was afforded a small window through the bottom of the material, but that portal provided her with few clues as to her location. She could see that the steps were well-crafted, finished. She could see the clean white walls. But nothing else. Then, just as she had abandoned the investigation into her unknown surroundings, she felt her feet hit the cold of a concrete floor. She heard no movements or murmurings, but could feel the presence of a group of people surrounding her. The moment her blindfold fell, her eyes were met by the warm smile of a flaxen-haired beauty, effusing charm and sincerity. “Welcome, my disciple.”
» Posted By Kevin On 11.18.2013 @ 8:57 am
The man had a body in the incubator; you can tell by it’s hand moving across the glass cylinder. It was breathing abnormally causing it to move in furious manner.. The man pressed some buttons in hope that the gas he was releasing would calm the thing.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.31.2013 @ 3:10 pm
The water dripped, then it trickled, then it seeped, then it rolled, then it poured from the many meandering cracks in the dirty plaster wall. “Brace yourselves.”
» Posted By Kevin On 10.25.2013 @ 10:00 am
She reeked of apathy and arrogance, so much so that he was revolted by it. I think I’m going to be sick, he thought to himself. He could feel his stomach churn. He released a weighted sigh. “God help us all if this is representative of future generations.”
» Posted By Kevin On 10.24.2013 @ 9:01 am
Trampled by a pack of animals, cows or horses. Wild west times had many stampedes where the animals would get out and trample through the towns and escape into the wilderness. When I think of stampedes, I think about the country and old western movies.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.15.2013 @ 2:36 pm
The autumn leaves glistened with an opalescent glow as the twilight crept over the hillside. The wind had rustled its last leaves of the day. The squirrels had scurried to their nests, no more daylight by which to play. All was now quiet outside the cabin door. And she couldn’t be happier. Life in the city had definitely affected her. Daily stampedes rife with aimless human ambitions had trampled her thoughts of simply living. It seemed so counter-intuitive. And destructive. And pitiful. But here, in the glorious solitude of the forest, she could rediscover a truth she had known once before, a long time ago, but had somehow forgotten along the way. This is where she belonged. This is where she could put down roots.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.15.2013 @ 12:32 pm
Words tumbled down over each other and fell in a pile on top of words, and words, and words, and words.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.14.2013 @ 11:35 am
“I never gave you much to go off of. You always seemed to know the way, like perfectly planned chapters of a book you had never read before. But when i did speak, you listened. Intently. Not a sound could be heard as you weighed out your options and weeded through the many words that streamed from my subconscious, as you plotted the path and prepared your wings for flight.”
» Posted By Kevin On 10.11.2013 @ 12:11 pm
All he could see was dead, decaying flesh. These lifeless corpses stumbled by him, eyes empty as a hole, no inkling of a soul, on their way without a goal. Why couldn’t the cubicle walls be higher?
» Posted By Kevin On 10.10.2013 @ 11:39 am
There were three things he missed about being a child:
1. The small patch of pines in the northwest pasture.
2. Shifting the gears in the blue truck.
3. The car rack.
Some of the sweetest memories involve seemingly insignificant things.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.09.2013 @ 7:22 am
She was his zen garden. His hands, a rake. Her skin, the sand. His movements were slow and steady as he delicately carved out small pieces of her flesh. He removed them with the forceps and sterilized the opening with an antiseptic.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.08.2013 @ 7:17 am
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He had been tripping over the baggage of life for many years now, and all that was left was a fall from grace and a split skull. The real tragedy, however, was that he had had no control over the events of his life. He was simply his mother’s son.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.07.2013 @ 8:04 am