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the act of needing something without an absolute necessity for said object. the yearning for something that may or may not benefit one person, but may satisfy in ways nothing else can if said desires are fulfilled. I dunno what else to write. blahblahablahakajdkjdks :) one minute over yet?
» Posted By Leira On 08.29.2008 @ 8:46 pm
If I had any substance I could do something besides sit in this hole. Write, maybe, think. Something. I guess superficiality has some merit. Or maybe I feel insubstantial because I can no longer exist in the superficial world.
» Posted By Leira On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
explore your life. explore the seas. just explore. It’s something that can enrich you. Learn something new. I believe it is at the root at every person’s soul. to just explore. Everybody wishes to expand and see something new.
» Posted By Leira On 05.03.2008 @ 7:12 am
The cello lay in its case. It seemed like an innocent little thing. It must have been important to whoever owned it; you could see that it had been lovingly placed in the large black case. You could see where fingers had rubbed the polish away. You could see where the velvet lining the case had been replaced. It was sad, really. He would never be able to see his cello again.
» Posted By Leira On 11.29.2009 @ 9:06 am
So sweet. She smiled. She wasn’t the type to eat empty calories like that, she usually skipped the cookies the dining hall had each day at lunch. But he offered to get her one, and she couldn’t resist. It tasted so good.
» Posted By Leira On 11.15.2009 @ 1:51 pm
Her headband was bright blue. It matched her uniform, a terry band of cloth to keep her hair out of her face and absorb her sweat as she played her hardest on the soccer field. Shoot, score. She couldn’t play without it.
» Posted By Leira On 11.09.2009 @ 5:28 pm
She toweled off after her swim. She was beautiful like that, he noticed. Glistening with the chlorinated water, long hair slick and straight, figure unobscured by baggy clothes, clad only in a swimsuit.
» Posted By Leira On 11.08.2009 @ 8:19 am
The windmill in the distance was just a silhouette. It was getting dark. The strange shape, a tall dark cylinder with its long waving blades of limbs, looked vaguely threatening. It was easy to see how Don Quixote could mistake a windmill for a threat.
» Posted By Leira On 11.22.2009 @ 11:00 am
The cup was overflowing. She burst out crying. It was such a metaphor for life, everything piling up on her, commitments overflowing until she had no time left to even finish any of them. It was kind of strange that those foamy soda bubbles could reduce a college student to tears, but at exam time anything was possible.
» Posted By Leira On 11.21.2009 @ 7:58 am
It was just one clip of video. How could one little 30-second clip have such a big impact on her life? It wasn’t like she’d showed anything anyway. Well, she hadn’t shown TOO much. And now she couldn’t get a job. She wasn’t a Girl Gone Wild…she’d just had a little too much to drink.
» Posted By Leira On 11.01.2009 @ 6:57 am
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Professor Crane was in his lab, working on his newest fear toxin. It was a particularly dangerous type, one he was saving for someone special. He was saving it for the Batman. He just had to keep it away from himself…
» Posted By Leira On 10.25.2009 @ 2:21 pm