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The local area had been evacuated. Why you may ask? Well because of the alien battleship looming overhead. It’s simple to say really, but to comprehend it you have to understand the destruction it caused in such a short time. Dropships full of the menace murdering crowds of people in a matter of minutes, in the middle of an urban centre.
» Posted By Kal On 06.08.2015 @ 9:56 pm
Visitation day was always the worst. To be able to see others reunited after at long last, yet to be alone and sulk in my cell. I hated this life, and soon I wouldn’t have to. The escape was planned for tonight, and I would be a prisoner no more.
» Posted By Kal On 10.28.2014 @ 9:45 pm
The denim jeans perfectly fit her. She was the one. With brown hair, and hazel eyes, she could pierce the soul of anyone. Exactly what she’s done to me. I need to find a time to talk to her, but I don’t know how much longer my courage will hold.
» Posted By Kal On 10.22.2014 @ 4:38 pm
Grove. It’s a beautiful clearing, a majestic spot deep in the woods. It’s the spot where I died. It was seven years ago today if I remember correctly, but a death all the same. I will never forget this place, and I will always remember the man who killed me. The man i must find now.
» Posted By Kal On 10.21.2014 @ 4:35 pm
There once was a boy who was wandering through his local neighborhood park. A happy scenery it was, but inside the boys heart one could only find dismay. This is because on his way to the park, with his red balloon in hand, he ran into the local bully, Tom. Tom popped the boy’s balloon because he’s a dick.
» Posted By Kal On 06.28.2013 @ 3:54 pm
whether is often spelt wrong, as many people presume it is spelt wheather as in weather but with a H, but no you people who spell it that way are wrong.
» Posted By kal On 09.05.2012 @ 1:46 pm
there was an odor pouring out of the car, originating from the trunk. just flooding out, absolutely rank. it was so strong i couldnt possibly cover it
» Posted By kal On 03.23.2012 @ 6:38 am
i found none when i looked. there was only a few left at the end of the tunnel and i COULDNT REACH it. it came too fast for me to think about, even though i knew… concrete salesman came to me and fucked me way too hard– that bastard. where did he go?
» Posted By kal On 01.09.2011 @ 7:18 pm
There was a little bit of string holding the flowers together, tied in a ribbon like he thought it was beautiful. And the flowers would have been beautiful, but not with that bit of string, not with that reminder of how poor we were. Oh, that things had been different! Oh, that we weren’t poor.
» Posted By Kal On 05.25.2010 @ 12:17 pm
Thoughts galloped through Petere’s mind as he listened to their thoughts and ideas. The room soon filled with noise and they began walking over one another. To most people it was an insufferable din but Peter could pick out the inportannt phrases throughout the noise and work out who was saying what. It was a skill which had put itself to many uses over the years and it wasn’t something he was about the discourage. After several minutues of loud braingstorming, he lifted his hands and waited for silence.
» Posted By Kal On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
Someone picked as their frog green cushion. She hated it. It had been a Christmas present from her late mother a couple of years before and she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. The edges were frayed and worn from hands picking away at it over the years. It was a mess, old, unsightly and yet it still had pride of place on the sofa.
She was waiting for Tyler to come home.
» Posted By Kal On 11.06.2009 @ 9:04 am
He stepped out of his house and into the lane outside. They had a small front garden but they had had it paved over the previous summer, deciding it wasn’t worth the hassle of keeping tidy. Instead it was home to a handful of pot animals, one hedgeho, two rabbits and a duck with ah yellow beak, two large plant pots and a wheelie bin and a recycling bin. It wasn’t the most elegant of front gardens but it did its job and removed one more stress from their lives.
» Posted By Kal On 11.17.2009 @ 4:50 am
the day the girl took off her mittens was one of bitterness and melancholy. Life before that was difficult for her because her hands were constantly itching away slowly at the tips of her fingernails and leaving infected rashes on her.
» Posted By kal On 12.25.2009 @ 10:22 pm
Flour on the counter, in my hair, the smell of warmth and home. The sound of laughter, the chill of october. Happy thanksgiving all
» Posted By kal On 10.09.2009 @ 3:11 pm
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The dial on my radio moves on its own sometimes. Maybe its ghosts. I’d be ok with that if they didnt seem to like easy rock so damn much.
» Posted By Kal On 10.21.2009 @ 5:55 pm