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The lab was clean, but in a old, unused way. The once highly active environment that held many experiments was empty, totally. Only because the sterile environment left no possible way for any creature to survive. The place just had an eerie feeling about it, like it was yearning for someone to use it again.
» Posted By Maurice On 04.01.2016 @ 10:19 pm
He stepped into the ring, hands sweating and clammy. He was scarred, barely 50 kilos, his first fight and he knew he would loose. His parents would shun him and his friends turn their backs. The lights dimmed, the bell sounded and he started to bounce. The punch came from nowhere, sending him reeling as his vision faded, he began to sink into the inky blackness that surrounded him.
» Posted By Maurice On 03.31.2016 @ 2:20 am
What is real? Does it have to have matter? Be visible? Be heard? Do you have to feel it? Or hold it? I, for one, have no idea what’s real.
» Posted By Maurice On 01.22.2013 @ 11:21 am
alright I sit at the desk, th e ocoffee cup with stains sloshes as he sits oposite me . I know what’s comming. I know the last desparate indication in the sublte clench of his fingers around the papaer. I’m being dispatched. Off to the building only ten blcoks away. But it’s more than that, it’s my lost chance at regaining my career, scuttled by the adviser.
» Posted By maurice On 07.11.2012 @ 8:31 pm
Sticks are these little things that usually come off of trees, or for that matter, any plant life. They are dry, tend to be really rough, but not always. They burn very well when fire is applied to them. They make great burning material for making burgers on a grill.
» Posted By Maurice On 07.17.2011 @ 10:34 pm
Remember me, as long as i’m not forgotten I still exist.
Remember me, because I will always remember you.
» Posted By Maurice On 05.31.2011 @ 4:04 am
he was sitting in the corner, all alone. His friends had abandoned him a long time ago when he discovered the new world. Nobody seemed to be able to reach him, except for his cat. When he came home from work.. all he wanted to do was sit and play with his game-console
» Posted By maurice On 05.10.2011 @ 11:48 am
The fingerprint took a life of its own, tracing a line through my life with immaculate precision. Each having an individual streak unknown to others.
» Posted By Maurice On 04.03.2009 @ 1:15 am
it keeps me warm on cold days. I have beautiful scarves made of silk from Laurent and some pashminas from India. She got me some on her last trip. I lost one in San Francisco. But I saw someone wearing the same type. I also like my white scarf with my navy coadt
» Posted By Maurice On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
alook askance sideways just to be sure, notice a promisemade note drawn out insilence
» Posted By maurice On 09.23.2009 @ 7:38 pm
The always present collage of choices that vie and tug for my attention distract
» Posted By Maurice On 09.20.2009 @ 10:31 am
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I like them. They live in the sea. They are red and rosy. And they make the slugs sing.
» Posted By Maurice On 11.22.2009 @ 10:15 am