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tutorial

nobody ever cares enough to read the tutorial until after they’ve already tried to figure it out for themselves

» Posted By del On 04.01.2017 @ 9:57 pm

How to do something

» Posted By del On 04.01.2017 @ 9:55 pm

resident

That was what we called him. No one knew what his real name was, so everyone just referred to him as “the resident.”
The first time I saw him was when I moved into the complex, he was smoking a cigarette outside. Didn’t look at me, didn’t offer to help me carry my stuff. But that was fine, I didn’t ask him to.

» Posted By Del On 03.26.2017 @ 6:01 pm

tyrant

The heart is the tyrant of us all. Logic is so simple; the mind offers the easiest answers; the path of least resistance is so often so very non-resistant. But dreams, love, lust, passion, fury, hype, sweat, and the pull of her lips against the edge of your flesh captivate you, and you find yourself climbing mount everest, killing dragons, and even writing books of poetry, not for joy… but because the tyrant demands it.

» Posted By del On 01.02.2016 @ 10:29 am

spiked

while she seemed innocent and fragile, her heart was spiked. it kept the pain away, but the problem was sometimes it kept the happiness away too…

» Posted By Del On 01.20.2015 @ 7:04 pm

slate

slate. a clean slate. sometimes thats exactly what we need. life gets crazy and messy and sometimes a new beginning is something that can help us out a little bit.

» Posted By Del On 01.01.2015 @ 4:57 pm

dot

Dot dot goose. Isn’t that a child’s game?

» Posted By Del On 07.25.2013 @ 2:57 pm

blasted

the world was destroyed and the buildings collapsed, the entire existance i once lived was blasted away by sheer explosive force, nothing could reconcile my loss, noithing in the entire world. if all were to fail me now then i shall go ahead with my plan, i have nothing to lose. My life is nothing more than the shadows of what was once destroyed, blasted.

» Posted By del On 03.14.2013 @ 1:15 pm

asthma

my friend had asthma once, he would always talk about how he needed to have his inhaler with him at all times. It bugged the crap out of the rest of us, and so one day we hid his inhaler in the bottom of one of our desks, and he would search around frantically even though he had no trouble breathing. He ran around so much though trying to find it that he did have an asthma attack right then and there. My friend had to give it to him and admit that he took it, he got in trouble for it

» Posted By Del On 09.13.2012 @ 4:30 pm

level

on level one i won it was really easy!! level 2 was a bit harder!!!! i lost on that level… i like the idea of levels because they test your skill but they dont get too hard too fast!!!!:) ;evel 1234567891011121314151617181910 etc.

» Posted By del On 08.03.2011 @ 8:25 pm

cannon

The cannon stood unmanned. Dirt and grime splashed the massive and deadly barrel as soldiers moved and groaned. When it had gone off, it signaled the end of the battle. Though many were relieved, many were still in shock . The ending not really registering in their minds.

» Posted By Del On 12.19.2010 @ 4:08 pm

subway

The subway was full of people, and rats this day…It’s to hot, to wet, it’s the real life!

» Posted By del On 04.14.2010 @ 4:10 pm

scarf

Her hair was always blowing about while riding in the convertible so he bought her a scarf. Cool crusing ensued.

» Posted By Del On 07.17.2008 @ 9:50 am

after

After it was done, when they were both lying there, sweaty and satisfied, she felt him stirring. She could tell what he was thinking. He regretted it. So she moved under the covers, between his legs, and made sure that, despite his regret, she’d be the best he ever had.

» Posted By Del On 12.26.2008 @ 12:04 pm

hover

Hovering just above her reach, she saw a face. A covered one. Was it a mask? She couldn’t tell. Her vision was blurry. Blood-smeared. She reached up feebly, saw her own hand, like a foreign object, snatch at the face. She caught something and pulled it down, close to her chest.

» Posted By Del On 12.02.2008 @ 8:34 am

heartbeat

I can hear it below. Thumpthump. Thumpthump. I drop from the tree, hitting the heartbeater in the back with my knees. It speeds up. Thumpthumpthumpthump. I bite into his neck, and the blood starts flowing. I hardly hear the scream over his heartbeat. Then I start sucking the blood away. It slows. Thump thump thump thump. Then it stops.

» Posted By Del On 07.11.2009 @ 3:14 pm

brick

That brick was looking awfully funny. She took it up in her hand. It was heavy. Even for a brick. As she peeled off the red, a glint of gold caught her eye. She looked around quickly towards the half=finished wall nearby. Maybe they were all gold! She rushed over, quickly, dropping the brick, before her vision went black, a figure behind her carrying the brick she had just dropped.

» Posted By Del On 09.08.2008 @ 5:47 pm

run

Running, running, running. Unable to stop. Feet hitting the ground with a dull thud. Blood rushing in her ears. She turned, looking back and stumbling, trying to escape. She took a right, down an alley, a left, down a street. And then, nothing. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Like a rat in a cage. God, how she wished she could keep running.

» Posted By Del On 07.11.2008 @ 8:50 am

flag

Flag’s are quite a useful piece of fabric. They represent countries. They are pinned on sand castles. They are used in games (Capture the flag).

» Posted By Del On 06.21.2008 @ 2:48 am

senses

Senses. They are such a wonderful thing. Without them, the human body would be nothing. All forms of life need senses. Whether it be micro-organisms, or whales.

» Posted By Del On 06.20.2008 @ 2:34 am

event

so little time in so much drunkness just like kerouac. and i didn’t even see the word “event”. just keeps going on. events like drinking i mean. you start and there’s no way to stop.

» Posted By del On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

cards

Is it in the cards for you and me to be forever? Can we trust to fate to seal a future worth a memory? I hate fate. I hate trusting. Let’s make our own destiny, you and I; defy the world and the sky and the cards. Let’s make our own future, our home and our fates together, and if destiny is to take a hand, let’s make sure we’ve got the aces to beat it.

» Posted By del On 11.15.2009 @ 10:06 pm

eternal

There’s nothing like an ending. We go through so much in so short a time as a lifetime, and when we get to the end, looking back and judging what we’ve learned is our only real, tangible reward. What’s the point? Why do we bother? Both for the joy of knowing that, yes, I am better for the having lived this life, and for the hope that, maybe, I can take that “better” with me unto eternity.

» Posted By del On 11.18.2009 @ 8:56 pm

blinds

There are few people who are blinds. but most oh them who are not are the most blinded people. They can see things in front of them and they even don’t notice it. Being blind must be a gift to few people.

» Posted By del On 12.27.2009 @ 6:32 am

myth

a myth is a lie, or a fantasy. Only fictional. For example these are myths: Santa clause, tooth fairy, Easter bunny, leprechauns and mermaids.

» Posted By del On 01.26.2010 @ 1:29 pm

gem

Sparkly facets, like the shining of her eyes, the shining of her laugh, the sharpness of her touch, took my breath away at the first glance. At the second, they seemed cold. At the third, they seemed soulless, and I wondered how anyone could fall in love with something as pointless as beauty. Then, when I could glance no longer, I closed my eyes… and she was the only thing I could see.

» Posted By del On 10.26.2009 @ 3:24 pm

crane

She craned her neck and looked down the table in the library at the boy with the brown eyes, his nose in his Thackeray. He was shy, and quiet, and constantly submerged in his reading. She, too, was shy and quiet, and she found that it made her feel closer to him, hungrier for him, the longing in her heart a little stronger. She tried to focus on her Proust, but stretched her neck a little higher one last time, to look, to long, to imagine, and to hope.

» Posted By Del On 10.24.2009 @ 7:49 pm

modern

Is it wrong not to trust in the new? Maybe not; trust and familiarity go together like peas and carrots. Maybe that’s how we got in trouble. Maybe there was too much familiarity; she saw me as unchallenging, and I saw her as unwavering. The old and comfortable always seems like it’s something that will be there forever, like it cannot be lost — and when it is (as ever it will be), the allure of novelty is lost with it.

» Posted By del On 10.19.2009 @ 9:43 pm

collision

Like a brick to the head, her life came into mine with tires squealing, gears jamming, and not nearly enough safety equipment to preserve the fragile cargo that was me. A passenger — I knew early on I wasn’t driving this train — but one on a thrilling ride, nonetheless; I had to have faith in her. I couldn’t question her judgement; she was always well beyond me, but I could watch, doubt, fear, and ultimately, shatter.

» Posted By del On 10.18.2009 @ 6:47 pm

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