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I never go on dates.
No, even if I wanted to, I will never get one, you know why?
Because I’m not seeking one.
And I don’t talk to many people.
ANDDDDD,Cream on top of the cake
I don’t care for that kind of stuff right now.
I’d rather live another day, see another sunset
than to have to go out on a limb and try to seduce one of those attractive dolls.
That’s like making out with a Barbie.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 10.12.2013 @ 6:27 pm
It floated up into the air, weightless in its travel. I followed its green speck all the way until the clouds took it away from me. Then I cried, and mama told me I was being stupid and that I should get my butt back in the car or she’d throw me into the air with the balloon. Funny thing was, I wanted her to. I wanted to fly.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.28.2013 @ 8:15 pm
I wonder what it is, to feel joyous. Is the sound of a bell a wonderful sound or a sonorous wail, by some ghost on the other side of town? I feel fear because I am weak. I am weak because that is how I was made. The unknown will forever be out of mind, until I bring it into reach. Joyous is an adjective still unknown to my heart.
So my heart fears it.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.27.2013 @ 11:10 am
I remember, a long time ago, when the world as we knew it seemed to come to and end, and I was left sitting by your side, holding your hand. I’m helpless when it comes to this, this frenzy of medical things I don’t know. I was scared you would never wake up, and scared that there was not a force in my body that could help you. Please, please wake up.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.22.2013 @ 1:47 pm
Well, I suppose I should say the shirt is sleeves. IT really depends on the weather on what kind of sleeve you want. T-shirts are a favorite when the temperature outside resembles that of a boiling pot. However, you might want some coverage if Alaska decided to drop by for a quick visit. Or perhaps a whole season. What can I say, can’t keep the north away.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.15.2013 @ 7:07 pm
Its millions and millions of tiny square, little color life forms that a computer can perfect. Every pixel can be placed like a stroke of paint, a flick of the hand, and you’ve got yourself an even , same sized square that can be used for awesome pictures.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.14.2013 @ 9:28 pm
Can you feel it rising
like the lava in an erupting volcano
It will open its gullet and swallow you whole
and that’s when you lose your chance, woah.
The world’s gonna end, you just don’t know it.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.13.2013 @ 7:02 pm
I will flee, to the ends of the earth, where the ground turns to threads, and will collapse underneath my like confetti. While I flee, I shall fall into eternity, cast of oblivity and become someone, or something I have never heard of. As I flee, I will run from you, and I will run from me. Until the earth falls and the sun fades.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.12.2013 @ 6:36 pm
You never did anything” Rius said, tears beginning to track down his cheeks. He wiped them furiously, contorting his cheeks into pudgy blobs with violent rubs of his arm. “I know you don’t want to involve me in this, but guess what. I’m all you’ve got. And as I hate to say this. You’re all I’ve got. Sister or not.”
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.10.2013 @ 7:27 pm
The entirety of the human race has become fools, she said, looking over the landscape. If they had stopped their madness in the first place, we wouldn’t be living like this, like rats. When the project to apparently ‘save the world’ by the relocation of a copy earth suddenly failed, both earths crashed together. That is how the end began, and we can never get ‘normal’ back.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.09.2013 @ 3:13 pm
A spy, clad in black, slinking along the shadows. No matter how many cameras swivel their heads in their search, he will go on undetected. He is but a flash, a figment, a mirage.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 06.08.2013 @ 8:00 pm
The neon lights, now half hanging off their frames, seemed dangerously close to the dance-floor, although the gyrating dancers beneath it seemed to take no notice. Every thick base chord seemed to make it tremble with a strange fury, and I knew I wanted to be nowhere near it when it decided to claim its victim.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 05.29.2013 @ 12:48 pm
I wanted to make my club’s name this once… but I decided to call it Waffle. Because waffles are delicious pastries with pockets of potential. I can slide in dollops of whipped cream, pour a golden layer of honey, and the populate it with cinnamon specks. Delicious.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 05.23.2013 @ 11:04 am
I wish I could simplify this world. Instead of all the complexity, instead of all the smoke and mirrors, we would see things for the true picture. Girls, in the photos, would be simply naked. That’s what people want? Stop kidding yourselves. You want all the way, don’t you?
But if there were no creative stories, with all the thick details, the delicious words, the mouthwatering characters… I would simply die.
So, that’s why I’m not doing anything about it.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 05.08.2013 @ 6:53 pm
It is amidst chaos, that credibility comes into question. However, how much can we trust the human intuition? Just because one man appears better than the other, without a logical conclusion or equations, we cannot trust the mind. So, when I was standing outside a building in the middle of being engulfed by flames, and my friend was still inside… it was time to test whether or not my intuition was correct. Running in… I was pretty sure I would die.
Let’s just hope my intuition is incorrect.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 05.05.2013 @ 10:09 am
The pyramid was huge, three different levels sprouting from the ground, probably as tall as Jack’s beanstalk. It would probably take years to reach the top, the purple part of the pyramid, but as I saw the sun rise, bathing the pyramid in a golden hue, I knew I had to do it.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 05.04.2013 @ 8:58 am
Wait, isn’t this the same word as yesterday? Well, darn, seems I was up really late last night.
as darkness ensued, I could not help but wonder why as had not been capitalized. I then realized I was creating a paradox within myself be questioning my own thoughts as if I had been typing them. Am I but a puppet in a writer’s hands? I must be quite the perfectionist.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 05.01.2013 @ 12:00 pm
Gahhh, it is so hard to write as someone else sometimes. I’m not a robot, and trying to think like one is going to drive me insane.
As I traveled across the lawn of the park, my lenses could not help but spot the newest technology for search-processors. Though, as essential as this processor is, the need for the advertisement to contain an android woman with curves no natural biological being could recreate is something I find unnecessary.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.30.2013 @ 7:21 pm
The smell of coffee settle in my nostrils, taking in the calm smooth colors of the atmosphere around me. Green lamps cascaded light onto the tables, the counter snaked alone from one side to the corner like a movement of fabric, interconnected. And of course, a beautiful man in front of me made it all the more beautiful, with a smile that shown bright and hair that popped like a jazz tune, with accents in all the right places.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.22.2013 @ 9:01 pm
IT is such a strange color, I must say. Well, perhaps it is not the color, but the name. I imagine Magenta as some bar show-girl, with her scantily clad body covered in feathers. She has glitter all over her, all the way under her armpits. Her face glows with so much color I begin to wonder if I had been placed in front of a painting. Magenta is a strange, flaunt-ready, beautiful girl, who knows no bounds.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.21.2013 @ 8:31 pm
I felt like my mouth was the last floodgate to my brain, a floodgate that had a huge jagged crack. I pursed my lips tighter, to keep myself from letting go, but this guy was merciless.
“Hey dweeb, stop mumbling to yourself,” he jived. I snapped.
Let’s just say the kid was hit by a lot more than just a barrage of flying spit.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.16.2013 @ 7:07 pm
I wonder if a mind could be produce in geometric standards. Is the entirety of the creative process were just something that could be computed into a system of associations. Is it all just how well someone can word a metaphor? Is it really just using the right things at the right time, that will cause a heart to turn? Is everything so mechanical to the point that we can turn our entire lives into measurable quantities? I would love to think it were untrue, but the more I read, the harder it becomes to believe.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.14.2013 @ 11:39 am
I know I want to write… I’m attracted to the kind of lifestyle where you ‘don’t have to work a day in your life,’ according to Ray Bradbury. Maybe I don’t see writing as that easy, but I certainly never see it as a pain, or the part of my life that I need to remove from my life to make it more substantial… no, writing is my life, no matter how mediocre you think I may be. And I love it. It is the joy to my life.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.13.2013 @ 3:33 pm
You’re the anchor of my life
the chain to my soul
I never knew what love was like
until you made me whole
I simply took up anything
and said it was my love
but you took me from my selfish goals
and gave me your white dove… soap
Well, I guess I’ve run out of words
I guess I ran out of rhymes.
Forgive me, it’s been a while,
At least I’m not in a job with mimes.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.11.2013 @ 7:33 pm
It’s the beginning of it all. It is a wide gate, furnished with the finest silver from the galaxy, the most precious jewels are embedded into the sides, smoothed to the point even a child could not figure out how to be cut by them. They will swing wide, slowly opening the realm to a place never seen before. From there, you must figure out life for yourself.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.09.2013 @ 5:53 pm
His hand was heavy today, heavy enough that I wrapped around my violin like a cocoon, making sure the impact didn’t cause damage to the wood. Once he was finished, he looked at me with such an expression that I could not help but forgive him again. It was the face of a man whose own mind could not form reins to hold itself back. His thinking was so quick, so sharply defined, that the moment it came to impact the sides of his brain, the action had already been done.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 04.07.2013 @ 4:38 pm
Writer’s are dominated by the power of mind, you could say. Oneword, you ask me to not think, just write, well isn’t that kind of impossible? To just write, you have to know language, and to know language, you must use your mind. If you did not think, you cannot write. Simple. For example, this is called a stream of consciousness, where one allows the fingers to move as fast as the mind. It is not just my fingers doing the work. So… yes. sorry this is not plague. Though I do think of the bubonic plague or black plague when given such a word.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 03.30.2013 @ 11:35 am
Oh dear, it’s already been 10 seconds, and my work isn’t done yet. Oh gosh, oh gosh, um, well, the file is over there and- bump!
Oh gosh, I’ve knocked someone to the ground. What do I do, what do I do? He’s unconscious! My boss is SO going to kill me for this!
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 03.28.2013 @ 6:34 pm
They poked their little heads out, little specks of gold bouncing off their hair. I smiled, leaning onto the porch railing as they made their way out into the fields. They spread out their arms, flat and angled slightly like a plane, and whipped through the fields, their smiles wider than the whole world. Sometimes I wish I were a kid like the sometimes. But then, I would miss these moments watching them be children. So I am content, as is the wheat, content with being carried with the wind.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 03.29.2013 @ 9:03 pm
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There is no specific destiny we fall into… but that doesn’t mean that the ball is in your hands. I know that fact too well. I know that, when you try to take charge of your own self, you always seem to fall again and again. And if that weren’t enough, sometimes, those things don’t change you. you want your own destiny, but your own dang habits are so hard to break, that you’re stuck in a perpetual spiral of your own genetic code.
» Posted By A.C. Rooks On 03.26.2013 @ 8:42 pm