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It was accidental, the car crash they said. But I knew it was no accident. Liquor on their lips, and heroin in their bloodstream. That car crash was planned. Their suicide. Their love for one another too strong to live amongst the human beings on this planet. They drove high on coke and heroin, drunk off cheap liquor, not born to be on this planet, or in this universe.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 09.20.2015 @ 10:20 pm
The corridor opened up wide to show the expanse of grass outside the door. It was beautiful, the light shimmering and dancing off the blades of grass. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but where I was. Drugs can do that to you, but the door doesn’t open. So you also feel trapped and alone, but drugs make it better, the tunnel opens up for you and the possibilities are endless.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 08.22.2015 @ 7:43 pm
The foreign man was standing at the corner, puffing on a cigarette. Smoke rings came out of his mouth and dispersed into the air around him. He had a gleam in his eyes, and a smirk upon his thin lips. I cringed when I saw him move his hand to the pockets of his overcoat, knowing full well that he was going to kill me with whatever it was that was now in his hand.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 08.01.2015 @ 9:11 pm
The statue was sitting there looking forlornly at the sky through the window. The face was still, and the trees were being whipped around by the wind, knocking on the windowpane. The last rays of sunlight hid behind the mountain, and the statue blinked his eyes, opened his mouth and screamed.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 07.30.2015 @ 2:51 pm
There was no proof that the child was his. The eyes were a different shape than his and didn’t match Lexi. This couldn’t be right. There is no emotional connection here tying me to this child. This is wrong. Am I in a dream? Is this a sick joke? I need to get out of here. Get a scotch or something and smoke a helluva lot of cigarettes.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 07.28.2015 @ 8:24 pm
The bar code was scanned and the ‘beep!’ made me jump about a foot in the air.
“Scare much?” A voice said behind me. I jumped about another foot in the air, and felt the hair rise on the back of my neck. I knew that voice, and it wasn’t a good thing.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 07.12.2015 @ 9:03 pm
I sat along the freeway sipping on sprite and tequila my eyesight getting more blurry by the second. my ratty blanket barely kept out the chill that was seeping into my bones. The night sky was covered with starts spilling out to every corner of the world. i wondered if other people were looking at the same sky I was or a different part.
» Posted By Kali Allen On 06.28.2015 @ 7:35 pm
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To be an american is to eat fried food and get really fat. I don’t want to be an american but I am. I don’t like that I am used to what happens in this society but not others. I want to be in Europe and I want to see different things and meet new people. I want to see beautiful things and eat foods that i never knew existed. I want to feel alive and know that there is something bigger out there than being an american. i dont want that to be my label. I don’t want to be known as the american. thats harsh for me to come to terms with
» Posted By Kali Allen On 03.22.2015 @ 10:47 pm