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“Was that Mount Fuji?” I ask, my chopsticks scraping the near empty lunch container.
“No. It should be coming up in a few seconds though.” Mum said, peering out of the large window of the bullet train we are on.
The landscape whizzing by was beautiful, the tree’s turning brilliant shades of red, orange and yellow since fall was progressing. “There it is!” she exclaims, pointing out to a majestic mountain standing far away.
“It’s beautiful.” I say under my breathe.
» Posted By Rina On 05.04.2016 @ 11:36 pm
The metallic taste exploded at the back of his mouth, the quick flashes of light made him even more lightheaded than he already felt. He hit the floor with a thud; the ground beneath him was hard and cold. His eyelids drew close, bone-tired would be an understand — but the moment he does this, an image of a girl conjures inside his mind. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips and her heart-shaped face. He remembers how they said he let her down. He mouthed her name unconsciously, an apology following. But slowly, both his hands clench into a fist, laying flat on the floor as he steadily raises his weight, succeeding in sitting up on his knees. He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t a pawn anymore. He’ll find her again. He’ll prove them wrong.
» Posted By Rina On 02.22.2016 @ 8:16 am
His aunt’s place had blue walls that were littered with various family photographs of her children, and occasionally herself and her husband. It was a large house for a small family, but the furnishings were simple. It was everything that his old house was not. He might not have his mom there, or his dad; but his place is here now, with the family that opened their arms and accepted him in their home. And he supposed, this place was his home now too.
» Posted By Rina On 02.20.2016 @ 8:11 am
It was how they worked. She would push him, but he’d always pull her back. They’ll struggle — hit, bite and bleed. The metallic taste lingering on the other’s mouths, their porcelain skins bruised under eachother’s hands. Consuming. Intoxicating. They knew it wouldn’t end well for either of them, but who else would love a disaster like her, but a mess of a man like him?
» Posted By Rina On 02.19.2016 @ 2:51 am
She didn’t care much about how people saw her– she didn’t care at all if they talked about her. But this? The way he looked at her hurt. His accusations took a deep blow, and she’s not sure if she’ll ever forget it.
» Posted By Rina On 02.13.2016 @ 7:24 am
I heard my heart collapse with a loud thud inside my chest.
» Posted By Rina On 04.10.2014 @ 6:36 pm
Being polite means your parents up-brought you nice. Not everyone in this world is polite as me. Hahaha! So…
» Posted By Rina On 07.20.2013 @ 7:30 am
Jeg er fabrikeret – af diverse hændelser og historier. Fabrikeret til ukendelighed af sår og ar og had og kærlighed. Hvordan det iøvrigt er kommet for sig ved jeg ikke men lige nuskriver jeg bare og der er ikke så meget tid
» Posted By rina On 04.01.2013 @ 1:05 pm
something you get with time and age. As you grow older you learn that things are not as important as relationships
The more you try things the more you learn and you are never too old to learn new things.
» Posted By Rina On 01.05.2013 @ 7:11 pm
She was nice, and kind, and patient, and forgiving. Quite boring, really, but at the time I thought she was absolutely perfect. I probably should have know. After all, nothing’s more boring than perfect.
» Posted By rina On 12.14.2012 @ 3:27 am
It was hot.
Incredibly, ridiculously hot and it was a wonder why I was there in the first place. How did I get to such a place? Why was I sent to such a hell?
The incessant amounts of sand. The cactus. The vast land.
… this made no sense.
Dreams usually make no sense.
» Posted By Rina On 12.29.2011 @ 2:15 am
Animal Prints. My favorite pattern of all. I like them for bedding, curtains, clothing, etc. Cheetah seems to be the ever popular choice but i prefer giraffe. Something about those neat little box shaped prints amuses me.
» Posted By rina On 11.10.2011 @ 7:33 am
I can relate. That’s the deal. Relating with people has become a job over time. I don’t understand their problems, but hey, I can relate. In this day and age, people want someone relatable, someone who understands what you want and need. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, you just have to pretend nowadays.
» Posted By Rina On 10.20.2011 @ 1:41 pm
i don’t really feel like thinking about the word digital. I forgot what it means. I would think about it but I believe it would take me more than 60 seconds to remember what the word digital means. brain block i guess. one time I forgot what the word moose meant.
» Posted By Rina On 03.28.2011 @ 2:19 pm
wool reminds me of a sweater first off. I also think itchy. I do not lke weaing wool, for the ichy part and I dont really care for the look of it either. It is nice and warm, but so tough and ichy on my skin.
» Posted By Rina On 02.17.2011 @ 2:22 am
so there i was, in the room, alone, all but my fears, alone
who was to save me? the dark creeping up on me?
alone in the dark.
the room of my enemy.
the last error, destined for the end.
living in my fear
like a darkroom.
» Posted By Rina On 02.02.2011 @ 9:27 pm
I am wishing to have a wonderful life with the man that I love. I would appreciate and wish for my life to be as successful and fulfilling as I strive for it to be i love Steven with all of my heart and i want us to be happy forever together!(:
» Posted By Rina On 12.30.2010 @ 7:57 am
hard mean goth emo
» Posted By rina On 11.30.2010 @ 3:50 pm
thief sum person whose committed some crime.. also a name for a bad person in the movies.. portrayed as a bad guy in whatever he does.. sometimes gets the good girls ;)
may be sensitive at the very bottom .. circumstances turn him into villainous.
» Posted By rina On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
just the life is soo so hard to live it. and thing sometimes aren’t how you think
» Posted By rina On 09.16.2009 @ 2:24 pm
A coin is something you can pay for things with. In the greek times a god would put a coin over your eyes so you could pay for the god to take you to the afterlife. Coins are pretty and shiny and are usually very useful. People collect coins and people through coins into fountains. I love coins.
» Posted By Rina On 07.19.2009 @ 3:41 pm
I was so happy to see my brother back, it had been so long, he was away, no one new where he was, some say he went to jail some say he went…?
» Posted By Rina On 04.21.2009 @ 5:27 am
I was getting ready to go to bed, when I hear a loud knock on my door, I opened it, but no one was there.
I guess it was my imagination.
» Posted By Rina On 04.15.2009 @ 7:17 am
“I love you” was the only word I could say to her. As soon as she read it, she pressed disconnect.
» Posted By Rina On 04.14.2009 @ 2:54 am
He hated being alone, He always wanted to be with someone, He never realized his shade was always with him.
» Posted By Rina On 04.12.2009 @ 1:44 am
I’ve never actually owned or seen a birdhouse in person. I think birdhouses are those type of things that people know exist, and can draw, but don’t actually think about or use in day-to-day life. I wonder what other things we do that with? Are there other things we can all relate to and understand without experiencing? If yes, is that a good thing? If not, well then… birdhouses would be a singularity among objects. Which would make them very special indeed.
» Posted By Rina On 12.29.2009 @ 2:55 pm
hes a weird guy
» Posted By rina On 11.18.2009 @ 9:13 am
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once in a land far away caroline looked far and wide for the hut she had been told about for years and years, one day she found it and she discovred it was just death…she had reached the end so long…
» Posted By rina On 12.17.2009 @ 11:39 pm