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He lay there struggling. No one cared that his legs were in the air flailing helplessly. They poked and prodded him on the beach sand.
» Posted By Candz On 07.31.2014 @ 9:39 pm
There is something about smoking that is severely relaxing. I am not sure if it is the nicotine or the fact that it is something to do with my hands when I am feeling agitated.
Whatever it is, it is a great way not to strangle the person in front of me.
» Posted By Candz On 07.30.2014 @ 10:55 pm
Her hair was coarse.
Dry as veld grass in winter, and about the same colour. I was certain it had been dyed though.
I guess it made sense.
She was dead after all.
» Posted By Candz On 07.29.2014 @ 10:09 pm
it has been a long time, however this time of year always makes me feel wistful.
There is nothing I can do. What has been done is done. There is no turning back. Sometimes I see a glimmer of a hope. But that is all it is.
» Posted By Candz On 07.08.2013 @ 1:28 am
Cities are great. Well that’s how it used to be. Since they came and all the cities have been boarded up with us in them for safety, there is nothing great left.
There is fighting, poverty and too many people in a very small space.
» Posted By Candz On 03.18.2013 @ 5:32 am
the door blasted open from the outside. the sudden burst of light blinded everyone.
the question was now, were they saved?
» Posted By Candz On 03.15.2013 @ 7:17 am
the torture was endless. for his crime, the punishment was eternal. he will forever have to endure pain beyond measure, and without respite.
it was what he chose. he knew the consequence.
» Posted By Candz On 03.13.2013 @ 1:41 pm
there is something to be said about the old crones tales. they always had a ring of truth to them, no matter how off putting the tale was.
That is why I had to go see her.
» Posted By Candz On 03.12.2013 @ 1:17 am
laying broken on the floor, the vase lay shattered. the flowers withered and died, while her body cooled.
» Posted By Candz On 03.10.2013 @ 12:18 pm
There was nothing that could make this moment any sweeter. Or bitter.
Years of exile from a crime not committed. Finally he had returned with proof.
He was innocent.
» Posted By Candz On 03.07.2013 @ 9:06 pm
the flames licked at her skin, leaving little black kisses where they touched.
the air stank of smoke and burning flesh
she didn’t mind. she was long gone.
» Posted By Candz On 03.06.2013 @ 6:48 am
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warm, orange. the glow lit up my skin turning it into a pale white with a firy tinge. I knew then what I was. I knew what I was destined to be. there was nothing more important than the fire infront of me. nothing more important than the flames
» Posted By Candz On 03.05.2013 @ 12:20 pm