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Fading what is fading what is it about how to you do it when do you do do you even do so what is fading

» Posted By Oliver On 10.02.2017 @ 10:15 am


I like to shake my sister until she feels sick because she steals my stuff and I get angry.

» Posted By Oliver On 02.29.2016 @ 8:34 pm


IT means to be truthful to be honest about things and frank and just mainly honest. You can be candid when you tell the truth. That is what that word means. Look it up in the dictionary. THats what it means.

» Posted By oliver On 05.20.2015 @ 3:15 pm


The fear was overwhelming. It was swallowing her whole. She was shaking now, she had never seen him like this before. It was terrifying.

What could she do?

She had to get out and soon.

» Posted By oliver On 05.13.2015 @ 10:32 am


i looked at them, sitting on the steps outside my house, talking in whispers, laughing behind their hands. and i felt an enormous abyss inside me, filling up with sympathy, not for them but for myself, because their hidden lughter was more heartfelt than mine, even though I had much more reason to smile, even though I had all they didnt.

» Posted By Oliver On 11.13.2014 @ 2:45 am


Sherlock didn’t know how long he had until his time ran out. Perhaps it was only a few minutes. Perhaps it was hours. But it felt like everything was pressing down on his brain, doubling, tripling the pain he felt with the already chaotic neurons coursing through it. He could barely manage to pick up his pen.

» Posted By Oliver On 01.27.2014 @ 3:52 pm


There was nothing to give him away. He didn’t see him coming, didn’t hear the shot. It was only after it was all over and done, limping away with a bleeding heart, that he realized who this other man truly was.

» Posted By Oliver On 01.03.2014 @ 11:14 am


She is the queen. She is what they all want to see, want to be, but they don’t know. She is full of questions, she has no answers, her platform is her only solid ground and the tabloids sell her secrets beneath the planks.

» Posted By Oliver On 12.20.2013 @ 10:17 am


Maisy breathed in the air of the canopy, sunshine filtering down onto her cheeks.
“There’s no place more beautiful than this,” she told Leah. With one secret smile to her friend and a happy sigh to the leaves, she linked their hands and agreed.

» Posted By Oliver On 11.12.2013 @ 4:22 pm


Harrison stood before the barricade. He saw it looming and dark, leering down at him. One last breath, shaking and shallow, and with all his earthly strength faced it and tore it down. It screamed and thrashed and told him that he was wrong, that everything he did, everything he’d ever done, was futile. Futile, futile, futile…but its piercing cries met his victory. The barricade fell, and Harrison sat in its rubble, weeping in the relief of the light that finally showed through.

» Posted By Oliver On 11.11.2013 @ 3:28 pm

Harrison saw the barricade before him. He saw it looming and dark, leering down at him. He took his last breath, shaking and shallow, and with all his earthly strength faced it and tore it down. It screamed and thrashed and told him that he was wrong, that everything he did, everything he’d ever done was a futile. Futile, futile, futile…but its cry met his victory. The barricade fell, and Harrison sat in its rubble, weeping with the relief of the light that finally showed through.

» Posted By Oliver On 11.11.2013 @ 3:21 pm


The backlight of my computer screen just never seems bright enough. As I sit here typing in the darkness of my bedroom, the too-early morning wearing on painfully slowly, I can’t help but slam my finger down on the button in hopes of somehow forcing the light past its limit. It’s never bright enough when it’s the only light I have.

» Posted By Oliver On 07.16.2013 @ 11:48 pm


I walked towards the cashier with my heart pounding, cheeks burning, and a lump in my throat. My thoughts raced and anxiety heightened as I tried to go up all the way and speak. My body and soul burning with mixed feelings. Unable to go up the burning ceased as I turned cold putting the things I grabbed away. My silence giving room for self hatred to bloom as emotions poured down my cheeks.

» Posted By Oliver On 05.05.2013 @ 9:48 pm


okay so im one the bridge and waiting for my friend,still waiting until finaly i see him when suddenly Boom! a bullet smashes into the ground dirt flys up every where “run” i scream i jump off the low brigde in to the icy water more bullets fly past my head

» Posted By oliver On 11.18.2012 @ 3:12 pm


round shiny brass turning turning round and round open and shut open and shut

» Posted By Oliver On 07.13.2012 @ 3:15 pm


cirkus, clowns and stuff like that know what this is.
and it makes kids happy ;)

» Posted By Oliver On 04.28.2012 @ 5:21 am


something that you can place objects upon such as books and computers, usually have chairs next to them.
can be made of wood, metal. most commonly used is wood.
its a desk

» Posted By oliver On 04.15.2012 @ 5:48 pm


Swing. Bing. Ching. Ding. Fling. Bling. Ming. Al-a-bing. Ping. King. Jing.

» Posted By Oliver On 03.06.2012 @ 1:58 pm


My favorite cut. The crew cut. Everyone else is busy being hipsters. I have a crew cut. Just like the Apollo astronauts. I’m the spaceman of the future. I’m tough. I’m resilient. I have the right stuff.

» Posted By Oliver On 02.29.2012 @ 2:33 pm


The generator droned on and on. I hated the sound. It seeped into my dreams at night, my thoughts during the day and everything in between.
Still, it was nice to have. It was a symbol of progress. It represented hope that maybe, one day, things would be normal again.

» Posted By Oliver On 02.28.2012 @ 1:02 pm


Medical? We already DID medical. That was yesterday’s word. What’s today’s word? How am I supposed to get up every morning and practice writing if you don’t bother changing the subject?
I’m forced into being disappointed and writing on the same word again in a different way. Where’s the fun in that?

» Posted By Oliver On 02.23.2012 @ 10:46 am

I have a medical problem. I’m me.
I’m lazy. I’m bored. I’m boring.
Help me doc. What do I take to get over this? How do I spur some excitement?
How do I get over this funk of being me to get to the root of the problem and become the top version of myself I know I am?

» Posted By Oliver On 02.22.2012 @ 4:16 pm


if you believe in love after love. cher, sonny, autotune. when i was 2 and a half, me and my mom went to see cher at a danish venue.. i fell asleep. i think the “f” in belief looks odd. it shouldn’t be an f.

» Posted By Oliver On 06.19.2011 @ 3:08 am


If only I could feel embraced. I am so disconnected from everything. It’s like I exist in solitary confinement. Neither an adult or a child, incapable of a decision.

» Posted By Oliver On 06.13.2011 @ 4:51 pm


He was out of control. He thought he would be able to take it. He was wrong. As he started the car, he was unaware of the girl crossing the street. He hit her. She went to the hospital, and later, died. Stop drunk driving today.

» Posted By Oliver On 03.05.2011 @ 5:05 am


reports are formal assessments of an event or occurance. However, one can report on just about anything. It may be an school report, or a correspondence by a journalist. What ever you may be reporting on, we all agree it should be accurate. This is my report.

» Posted By Oliver On 01.28.2011 @ 6:20 am


blotches are completely misunderstood pieces of human interaction, you don’t really understand blotches at all. They are treated like blights, when really they are a pleasant surprise, a gift to remind you that all of life is not made with perfect linolium floors and prestine carpetting and white teeth. Life is everything, including blotches. It has no less of a rigt tobe here than you do, no less of a claim to the life of a blotch. You know something? Why do people seek to demean the blotch anyway? It’s not like it does them any harm. In fact, it is a gentle reminder of the temporary nature, the set up, the game so to speak of the cleanliness they seek.

» Posted By Oliver On 01.11.2011 @ 5:03 pm


One of these days, Willow, I’m going to walk in and find you. Just like I warned you. You’ll be there among all your sweet “possessions” and it’ll overtake you. You’ll be consumed, not by these “possessions” but what they bring with them. Like a virus that spreads from your nose to your toes.

» Posted By Oliver On 12.07.2010 @ 9:49 pm


need materials to build a project.
a project so new and exciting it will entice her
materials for life
materials that say: this is how its done.
the right materials and the right tools get the job done – if in the right mindset.
materials – just half the job done.

» Posted By Oliver On 11.12.2010 @ 1:40 pm


Me from all of the stupid female’s who i bothered to chase and to be quite honest even though i was a “Nice guy” i was never quite right for them.

My appliances witch i reply on ever day and never bother to say thank you *Hug’s the microwave.

» Posted By Oliver On 10.02.2010 @ 4:47 pm

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