White washed faces call me out for the sake of brevity ( Read more... )

One of the mirrors broke under the pressure of his punch. Like a spider web the cracks came out from under his fist. He missed not a single one as they wove in and out from each other, a touching mess of destruction. It makes him forget. It makes him deff to the voices coming oppisite of the locked door. Then he steps back and it comes in a ( Read more... )

It was a cinch to say no, I'm here now and I will always have my two fortunes. But they're persistant pests and trying my last patience. Yesterday they came, as well as this morning, and even over at my church they had the nerve. They came with a proposal, one a will even. Whoever hunts you down with a will long ago long themselves the concept ( Read more... )

As she's walking down the hall she shares an understanding nod with the anorexic girl. Her barbie doll cohert chat's words that die as soon as they leave her mouth. It's the fat friend that see's the heads turn as she approaches, only to look past her. She's having a good day though, so today she see's the heads that don't turn, that don't give ( Read more... )

He stands out front the school and listens to the bell ring, checks his watch and agree's to himself it's time to go, even fates maticulously planned to this kid. Fate and the three minutes late he needs to be to retain his image. His first class is automotive, which takes place in the corner of the schools garage where desks have been set up. " ( Read more... )

"Your diaphram whispers into my soul." Their braces clink together in sloppy kisses. Just out of anatomy the geeknerds have the keen ability to apply newly found knowledge to daily situations. Now it's lunch time and they've officialy staked out the choir room to express their multitudes of geek love on each other. Neither the computer wizened ( Read more... )

He gives a sigh and tastes the air. He gives another half assed push and wonders at the amount of miles before him. All around it's desolate and in the moonlight the dessert takes an almost purple tone that, without a trace, of life extends to a distant blurry horizon. He turns to lean against the car while lighting a cigarette, rolling his head ( Read more... )

My last art class just ended a few hours ago. I laid all my old drawings down as a superficially floor, then my roomate asked me why and I couldn't answer him. So I picked them up.

Wasted away by another comparison ( Read more... )

I had something to say, about the changing ways. I was unsure of what to do actually, so I thought this would be the cure. But I opened it only to go blank. I think I've grown a distaste for this thing. What a waste.