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I am not to be blamed, right? This was out of my hands. Sure, it was my decision in the beginning whether or not to go ahead with this project, but this… what happened, that is… it was inevitable. Besides, no one could have predicted this horrific outcome. So it’s not my fault, right…?
» Posted By Ciel On 06.25.2013 @ 4:33 pm
The fences of my imagination are non-existent. I do as I please with my imagination and I let my creativity run wild and free. there are no fences when it comes to writing and drawing, nothing that can detain me from creating original masterpieces of literature or art. i am glad I haven’t place any restrictions as to my abilities and skills. and i hope it should forever remain like this.
» Posted By Ciel On 01.22.2012 @ 4:44 pm
The bench was a solitary recollection of her thoughts as she browse through her life, looking for happy instances that told her everything was going to be fine. She got bored of looking and closed the door to her heart and her eyes. She was devoted to her sole thoughts and opinions, trying to live her quiet life in the best way.
» Posted By Ciel On 01.14.2012 @ 7:34 pm
The sadness is crisp and clear. I had broken her heart without meaning to and in turn, she broke mine with every intention. She thought I was wrong but she was wrong all along. I don’t blame her because she has as much to blame as me. But I just wish we can set it right.
» Posted By Ciel On 01.13.2012 @ 6:56 pm
There are many things I try to conceal about me, like my inherent social awkwardness. I try to be cool and appear cool and composed with other people. However, that wish manifests itself in me being obnoxious and most of the time I end up annoying people. A lot. Last Thursday I got into a fight with a friend because I wasn’t careful with what I said. I am embarrassed to see him.
» Posted By Ciel On 01.12.2012 @ 9:32 pm
It was the first light in the sky and it illuminated everything. The sparkling ignited a wave of hope among the civilians, who were scared of the new era sprawled at their feet. They were quite at loss as to how to feel and react. There wasn’t any certainty of anything.
» Posted By Ciel On 01.12.2012 @ 2:51 am
The first time I tried sparkling wine I fell in love with it. It was so delicious and bubbly in my mouth, I felt I could preserve it in the cavity of my mouth forever. The taste was that of apple, sweet. I love cider!
» Posted By Ciel On 01.12.2012 @ 2:37 am
The apron she was wearing was white, it was usually stained within five minutes of being in the kitchen making food for her kids and her husband. That was her duty after all, being both mother and wife. And she wouldn’t have changed her situation for anything. She was happy.
» Posted By Ciel On 01.05.2012 @ 4:45 pm
The walls were painted blue bleeding over greens and yellows, like a kindergartner’s fingerpaint gone wrong. It looked like it had been started again and again and again: mood swings in pigment on a wall.
» Posted By Ciel On 06.06.2011 @ 7:26 pm
I always wanted some parts of my life to flash by as a montage. It would be infinitely better than having to actually live through them. Think of it as the solution for those of us with incredibly short attention spans.
» Posted By Ciel On 05.31.2011 @ 12:29 pm
I remembered when things weren’t so awkward between us. Our actions didn’t have any secret messages or hidden innuendos. We didn’t even know what innuendos were. The days were longer than they could have been. The summers warmer, and the winters so full of wonder.
» Posted By Ciel On 05.30.2011 @ 4:08 pm
I don’t like sideburns. Or mustaches, goatees, or beards. They were scratchy, itchy, and sure as heck not attractive. I couldn’t understand what men saw in them. Did it make them look tough? Like they could beat up the next guy if they had enough hair on their face.
» Posted By Ciel On 05.29.2011 @ 9:42 pm
Steam rose from the cup in front of him. It smelled fresh and cold. That was his favorite thing about mint–it’s cold smell. It cold be hot enough to burn your tongue right off, but it would still smell like a winter morning. Cold and crisp.
The morning sun filtered through the windows, making the shop feel warm and cozy. There were a few customers scattered among the tables, though they were all regulars–they wouldn’t mind him taking a break.
He sighed. Why couldn’t all morning be like this? Of course, if they were his life would be beyond boring. But still. It was mornings like this that made you appreciate the other kind. The kind where you get thrust into a horrible kidnapping case. The kind where you hear from your best friend that you’ve been avoiding for months for good reason. The kind that you’re glad don’t come around more than a few times a year.
He sipped his tea, the chill and heat running down his throat and spreading across his face.
» Posted By Ciel On 05.27.2011 @ 8:01 pm
Three pronged short circuit plugged in or un–electricity arcs but nothing like rainbows unless in your eyes stood on a puddle pulling down the chain to spark the room bright. it’s night and white strangles green out I’m cold
» Posted By Ciel On 02.21.2011 @ 9:10 pm
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The towel fell to the ground and she rushes to pick it up. She dusts the dirt off. She dusts everything in her life off.
» Posted By Ciel On 11.07.2009 @ 10:56 pm