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The festival was a beautiful one. Colorful streamers lined each room decoratively, and candles flickered back and forth on each table. People had drinks in one hand and cigarettes in the other, and a rather large cloud of smoke was choking those who didn’t partake in the pastime. People danced joyfully to the beating of drums that never ceased.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 01.31.2012 @ 11:42 am
We threw the holy oil around Lucifer before he woke up, and ignited the trail with my sister’s Zippo Lighter. The flames woke Lucifer up, and he swore loudly as he realized the position he was in. He was trapped, and we had the one device that could kill him. He was going to die and this was finally going to be over.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 01.07.2012 @ 3:16 pm
It was New Years, and I was supposed to have a date to drink a glass of champagne with. Unfortunately, it seemed my taste in men was horrible and they were all notorious for standing me up last-minute. Instead of my handsome hero, I would be kissing my glass of champagne on New Years. How heart-breaking.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 01.03.2012 @ 2:25 am
The blank sheet or music on her desk stared at her, taunting her. God dammit, she wanted to write that song that had been in her head for years now, but the lack of ability was blatantly obvious. She had no clue how to play an instrument.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.13.2010 @ 6:57 pm
The flannel shirt of the man I called my darling was burning on the ground, in a pile that I had created. I would miss him, yes, but there was no blood that tasted better than the blood of someone you loved.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.12.2010 @ 7:47 pm
The sunlight meant nothing to her. All everyone said was, “oh, won’t the sunlight burn you?” She began to hate the sunlight because of the taunting that came from her classmates. Because she was pale and dressed in black, they constantly made “living-dead” and “vampire” jokes about her, which, on a regular day, wouldn’t have bothered her, but today wasn’t her day. She decided she was going to rip out the throat of the next person who made fun of her.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.11.2010 @ 10:03 pm
To the left of me was a young man. He was… average, I s’pose, dark hair, medium build, tall-ish, but there wasn’t anything memorable about him, either. He was another man on the subway, riding to work or school or home, or whatever destination he had in mind.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.08.2010 @ 6:31 pm
The tallest man in the crowd was a man that I had known for a long time. Since high school, in fact. This man was a man of many faces, whether it be kindness, which he showed often, or rudeness, which was usually hidden beneath the kindness. There were always two layers to his faces, perhaps caring with a hint of lust, or interest with a hint of ego. And it was this man, who I had planned to murder tonight.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.06.2010 @ 9:52 pm
I walked through the flames of Hell, remembering that maybe I did deserve to be here. Countless times since I had arrived to Hell had the faces of the men and women I had murdered materialized before me, screaming, faces distorted in agony, the same faces they had made when I killed them. Perhaps I did belong in Hell, because seeing these faces didn’t scare me or make me regret murdering them… it made me want to do it again. To another person. To taste the blood on my fingers was a delicacy enjoyed by few, and I was lucky enough to know the pleasures of human blood.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.05.2010 @ 9:10 pm
Buildings surround me, day and night. I wake up, I see buildings. I lay down, I see buildings. Walking to or from school, to the community center, anywhere, I always see buildings. I miss way back when, when I lived in a rural area, where the occasional house was the norm. I wish city lights didn’t blind me day and night.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 10.04.2010 @ 8:27 pm
This year’s schedule had been insanely intense. Whether it was having to walk a ridiculous length on a ridiculous campus, or having a class that just enjoyed dishing out ridiculous amounts of homework, Jauna was ready to gag herself with a spoon.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 09.28.2010 @ 5:19 pm
The pianist went up and down on the keys, going through scales and trills, going from minor keys to major keys and back again. Her audience listened attentively, enjoying the awe-inspiring talent that the prodigy had to offer.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 09.27.2010 @ 3:47 pm
The waiter set the glass on the table calmly. All night, this couple had been heckling him about one thing or another. The food isn’t okay, the water looks weird, the room smells awkward… The man was just about ready to hit the customer. But he held his resolve and continued serving the couple until they were satisfied.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 09.26.2010 @ 11:32 am
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There’s this weird thing called postage, which for some odd reason costs money to buy. It seems as if the government does whatever it wants and taxes on the most pointless things, such as junk food, housing, and of course, postage. There’s absolutely no point making us pay 3 cents or 3 dollars or anything of the sort to talk to someone. In fact, they’re making us pay to write a more sincere letter to someone. It’s ridiculous. It seems America is getting an England complex when it comes to taxes.
» Posted By Savannah C. Chiofalo On 09.26.2010 @ 3:18 am