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The Ultimate Blessing From God"You guys have no idea how much I love being around you!" exclaimed Heidi to her college friends who happened to be sitting around the dinner table, "All my life, I've gone through pain and torture of always wearing a mask never being who I really am but God gave me you guys!"
Familiar with Heidi's normal behavior of being excited about most everything, her friends half smiled and chuckled at her antics. "Yes, Heidi. We love you too," they would always respond.
"But I'm serious! I don't think you will ever know " Heidi cast her eyes downwards as she reminisced about her high school past.
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Stretching discreetly across the desk, Heidi stifled a yawn as she listened to her AP Literature teacher blab on about something that had swayed her off topic. It was just like every other day in class the same 'ol thing just with a new stack of papers to read.
Suddenly a hand brushed against her hand that was dangling off the end of the desk. It was a smooth sen
Music Say What"Scrolling through songs and songs and songs and more songs. Is that even possible?" The eyebrows on the man's face continued to rise and make odd expressions as his eyes twitched back and forth.
He had been going through this single ipod for a long time now, and more songs kept appearing, making his thumb grow tired. He switched over to his index finger with a sigh and continued looking down the gigantic list of music that some girl had left on the seat beside him.
"Techno, Alternative, Dance, Christian, Indie, Classic, Rock, Oldies, Punk, Christmas, New Age, Easy Listening, Disney, Soundtracks I could go on forever and still never understand who this girl is," he whispered to himself, perplexed over how someone could obtain so many songs and still have an itunes wish list filled to the brim with more. "I knew there were a lot of songs in the world, but these are just plain obscure!"
Finally he reached the end of the list, sucking a little on his red thumb and
A Reserved Proposal to No OneHere I am, sitting at the same old computer at the same old desk, writing about the same old problems. No matter how hard I try, I will never succeed to satisfy those despicable human beings' wishes. They always want this, never need that, picking, nagging, getting in disputes, fighting, yet still hanging out with each other. It is what they call a "friendship" and "community interaction."
Well I, for one, have had enough of all this social propaganda and have developed a plan to resolve my misery. And if you agree with my problems, you would find the willpower to do the exact same thing as I am about to suggest: Build a box and live in it. It is too much work to deal with people and their problems today. Why even try? We all know that humans are contemptible, self-righteous, egotistical pieces of work that only listen to what they want, never understanding others. They will never listen never comprehend.
So, like the logical person I have always been, I have decided to hole mys
UnrequitedLooking into the swirling depths of his hazel eyes, Katarina became speechless. She gulped in order to keep her ever-beating heart back down in her chest. How could he, with one glance, take over her entire being?
She stared at him, eyes flitting from side to side, attempting to analyze his thoughts. She knew only somewhat of what she was thinking and believing. With his blue, green, and brown gaze, it was hard for her to keep her mind in one piece. Random thoughts would soar across her consciousness and suddenly dissolve into thin air. But one thought would continuously come back: "He is the One."
He blinked, and she lost contact with the strength and power that had beheld her. Still, there was mystery hidden behind those striking eyes, and she could only pray that she would know it someday. How she yearned for it!
Face flushed now, Katarina looked away with utter meekness. His presence was overwhelming as it was, but his stare, she felt, could have easily penetrated her soul. She was
A Complex Being SimplifiedUpon my desk, a scattering of objects determine who I am. This variety of knick knacks is the only way someone would understand who I am in both what I want to believe and what may be the reality.
Glancing over, it can be deduced that I am a colorful and exuberant individual. Every single piece lying out is a different color, from a simple black to an arrangement of bright yellow, red, purple, and green. Every object has its purpose, but, at first look, I can be seen as a happy-go-lucky character.
As I pick apart the objects to determine what is what, I realize that certain categories can be then made. And, unfortunately, this is a part of who I am that I actually try to hide. Three different types of lip gloss, six kinds of gum, chapstick, lotion, and a brush make up the girly side of me. Though I try to hide this trait, it becomes apparent with what I hide in my own backpack. To a stranger, it says I care about what I look like. Gum is for breath, lip gloss and chapstick for lips, lo
Ripped ApartA bolt of lightning flashes, lighting up the cold, damp room. The roll of thunder disperses the sound of silence. It's eerily cold. Nothing, except for the significant pouring of rain, is able to gain entrance into the blocky cell. Another flash of lightning and the form of a small girl appears on the gray floor. She huddles in the corner, clutching the tattered cloths around her. Bruises can be seen upon her frail arms and legs as her dark, shaggy hair sweeps in front of her face, hiding the scar next to her eye.
With a shudder, she looks through the part in her hair out the single window across the space. Her eyes gleam with an opaque stare - little color with the light gray and a glimpse of green. She glances back to her huddled arms, eyelashes brushing her sallow cheeks. She shuts them, a feeling of pain errupting from her face. Something shines in the sudden burst of lightning. It trickles from her eye down the divet of her cheek, falling to the wet ground. With a sniff, the girl
Hopeless ShadowsThe young girl drew her sword. Even with the rushing wind and drenching rain, she could tell something was arriving something dark and mysterious. Water dripping off her chin, the girl flipped her long, soaked hair, looking around in the darkness of the night. She was determined to die before she would ever give up this war. With cold, shivering hands, she gripped the sword's hilt, knuckles beginning to turn white. Her piercing eyes stared straight into the unknown, determined and courageous. With pursed lips and strong legs, she began stalking straight into the fog of blindness.
She fought for a purpose. She had been fighting all her life. She knew that she would fight all her life until it was settled and all was alright under the Heavens. With a steady mind and vivid heart, she began her trek towards a cause she passionately believed in. She would never let it go. Striding purposefully, she continued on. Light would glisten in every so often and she welcomed the warmth. Rain
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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