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As a little mental get away I occasionally picture myself in a very tall castle tower. I am thin and beautifully dressed with very long blond hair. There are big windows among the brick walls and the sky is a beautiful clear blue with puffy white clouds passing by. This is where I go to think when I need an answer that comes from my higher self. The self that sees the big picture of life.
By Peaceable on 01.05.2010
the tower held all the captives form th
By Anonymous on 01.05.2010
breaks with the fallen wind
the waters of posidens ocean
By Peter on 01.05.2010
She sat in the tower, looking down at the ground below. She frowned, watching the people move back and forth about their business. A glimmer of light attracted her attention and she saw a knight dressed in gold armor coming towards the castle. She frowned, someone else coming to court her, to take her from her tower. She walked from the window, planning her escape.
By haruka on 01.05.2010
a large building with moss growing on the outside, up and up and up as far as the eye can see. it contains only two windows one showing the town the other showing the ocean. the town is very very small yet elegant. where the ocean meets the shore there there is a statue
By k on 01.05.2010
There once lied a towerd amidst an ocean blue and deep. A tower no man was known to have ventured inside. The light it cast was bright, slicing through the thick fog like a knife. It’s marble walls spiraled upwards eventually meeting at a single point, the lookout.
By Erik on 01.05.2010
She glanced out the window that morning and she could see forever. She had been in that room at the top of the tower for 16 days now, and she saw no end in sight. How did I get here? I just awoke. Am I still sleeping?
By Antoinette on 01.05.2010
Towers are tall structures…the last tower I visited was Qutb Minar in Delhi…there are so many around the world which signify so much …amazing, astounding, huge, overpowering…they make you realize how small you really are in comparison to these amazing structures
By Amy on 01.05.2010
everything below me
nothing to fear and everything to lose
yet still everything to gain
i love the view
the wind in my hair
blowing my thoughts
and carrying me to far off places
loving every moment
By Kora on 01.05.2010
I went into the tower and climbed my way through the thickness of each step. Slowly I came upon the idea that perhaps it is not the tower I should be climbing but my own personal tower. Each step making me a more promising, responsible, humble and honest person. Each step further sealing foundation.
By Sean on 01.05.2010
The tower was the tallest most amazing thing. It was an amazing part of history. I wished to walk inside it. Oh yes the tower not of glass but of stone. The tower I could walk into and be consumed by darkness.
It is a strong defence.
By Jeggy Po on 01.05.2010
Maybe as I looked up at the tower just maybe I could get inside. This tower was so heavily guarded. To get in would be a miracle. This tower was my dream. To be in it was all I wanted.
By Kate on 01.05.2010
“Look! Just don’t follow me. Please.” “Okay!” But he followed him still, he seemed to be aiming his toes at the man’s ankles. I could see the wonder in his eyes, it was like he’d never before seen a man in a suit, with car keys in his hand. He followed anxiously, awaiting to see which tower he would enter and whether he could follow him in. Or how to get in, his momma’d told him God’s angels built those towers. Maybe, he thought, this man’s an angel in disguise, for he is beutiful, and if my feet touch his I too will be beautiful.
By Loser on 01.05.2010
Shining pilar. Ivory, brick. Circling clouds. Piercing a brilliant blue sky. Daunting. A long approach. Guarding. Like a needle.
By mk on 01.05.2010
Theprincess fell out of the tower into prince charmings arms.
By KK on 01.05.2010
tall. legs. myself. photos. city. people. working. offices. cubical. new your city. my mom. california. tampa. orlado.
La torres estaba inclinada ese dia hacia otra parte. Nadie parecia notarlo salvo yo. Asi que miraba a mi alrededor buscando a otra persona que observara el mismo detalle en la torre. Nadie. Solo yo, al parecer notaba la nueva inclinacion. Quiza estaba equivocado? Quiza siempre estuvo en ese sentido? No lo se, nunca me habia fijado antes en la torre. Camine hacia mi casa rapidamente, en algun lugar debe estar aquella foto que nos tomamos con Alejandra junto a la torre esa noche. Llegue a mi casa y entre de inmediato a mi habitacion sin cerrar la puerta, abri el cajon y comence a escarbarlo todo haciendo un impresionante desorden. nada, la foto no aparecia. Comence entonces a revolver los demas cajones y a sacar cuanto chechere habia debajo de la cama y en los armarios… millones de fotos aparecieron menos aquella foto mia junto a Alejandra frente a la torre. Camine a prisa hacia la alacena y comence a revolcar los cajones de la misma. Nada… donde estaba esa maldita foto? De repente recorde que se la habia enviado por correo a Alejandra hace unos a
By Clockwork Poet on 01.05.2010
she stood at the top of the creaking tower, her eyes shimmering in the glare of the sun. whenever she looked out of the high top windows, she got dizzy, thinking she was going to fall.
By lisa on 01.05.2010
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.