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my whispered words scream stranger, stranger, stranger.
phoebe kate. almost seventeen. alive.
i have finally found a strong sense of who i am; i am a cacophony of whispered words; of borrowed words; of words. i find myself in deep conversation with metaphors, and dreaming in third-person past tense. i prefer things this way.they become far more simpler. i read others words, and create my own realties ( Read more... ) -
as she screams, screams, screams into the darkness.
Hello all.
On Sunday I realised how much of a Twilight song How to Save a Life is, so I decided to write a ficlet, in the process of writing a short one for
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He had always liked to play with fire.
He’d always liked to play with fire.
When he was younger he would steal into the room of the mother that always seemed so perfect, for the little box of wooden bits she kept on her top shelf and disappear into the sunset in a blaze of glory. He would march so possessively into His forest to the place he was sure no one could see him. And there ( Read more... ) -
How could she understand?
The smile is hidden in the corner of her mouth as she watches him, crawling towards her, pushing that damn yellow truck just ahead of him. Her mothers blue eyes meet her eyes of green and she looks away, scowling, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest.
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graphics overload
I felt the need to update, but have nothing to say, so I figured I'd do a graphics dump.
These are old, the wallpapers especially, and not very good, but here they are anyway;
Preview; click the images for a closer look
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Her heart screams betrayal
At least, she pretended she could.
Pretended to with all her empty laughs, and her broken smiles. Her whispered words as she clung to him during the night, his body heat the only thing keeping her from dying inside.
Betrayal.
The words screamed at her, jumping out from amongst the emptiness; the grey that had engulfed her life.
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Coffee snaps, and teddy bears.
Extension English has taken up much of my time these past three days, having written 5, 800 words in such a small amount of time. I did my speech today; 22:45, hardest thing I have ever done in my life. But still, I thought I would show you my take on the theme of 'innocence' from Peter Pan, my chosen text.
It's called Innocence and burning Words.
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