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My college essay
Brendan McNabb ( Read more... ) -
Memoirs:02
I don't remember much of my childhood. I realized something was wrong with my memory on the first day of sixth grade. I was walking in, fresh off the bus, and as I was being herded down the hallways I saw Matt Buchett next to me. He had been at Wilard with me. Not just at the same school, but was in my second gade class with Ms. Gosgrove, and ( Read more... ) -
Memoirs:01
When I was a child I'd like to have a chapter read to me at night. I also asked sometimes for a glass of milk, or in the winter, it was coco, always swiss miss, and always with marshmallows. I remember I was around the age of 7 when I was in a store, and saw a porcelain mug for sale that was wicked large. it held at least 16 ounces, and was ( Read more... ) -
Memoirs: 00
I've decided to type some of my memoirs. I've been told time and time again I have alot to write. I've seen so much. Been through hell and back, and why haven't I written much about it? Because it hurts. Thats why. But if I ever should die tomorrow, I'd want this life of mine to be documented. I'd want some things to have been said. I would ( Read more... ) -
not fiction.
Today I saw much ( Read more... ) -
him
I was biking and i saw my shadow. there underneath me. Was me. And as i rode along i wondered what this "I" was thinking. who he was, why he was there ( Read more... ) -
Inside
Trees. Trees. It's dark here. I can only see faintly, when i look up, the canopy of leaves overhead. It's a light grey, possibly clouds, I only briefly see as the wind plays up above. Below, is me ( Read more... ) -
one short, no room.
The blue sky sits on top on me. My cranium is singing wit hthe weight of worlds, spinning needlessly, beautifully overhead. I sip my coffee. A thin plastic dome acts as a broken condom, letting the bitter chemicals, and organic compounds leak out into my my waiting lips, warm. Warmer still, i feel nuclear reaction is happening in this little ( Read more... ) -
blowing off the dust.
I found this on an old hard drive. I write this many years ago. Since this was on the old gateway laptop, the P4, I know it was written sometime in between December of 2002, and December of 2004. This was written most likely in my senior year of high School, while i was attending CCHS. I'm right now copying and pasting this. -haven't even ( Read more... ) -
the beginings of somethign great.
Well, the night begins. As it always does, the air is urgent. The wall of the room seem to flicker like a poor LCD. The call is in my mind ,and soon on my lips, as I silently murmur, "time to go". From a stoic, statute place at my terminal, the reel turns and I'm a film, spinning alive. many still frames becoming one fluid motion. My body is ( Read more... )