He shifted his weight. He laid there slightly on his side, but his face was burried in the cream colored carpet. She sat on her knees, staring at his back. Silence passed in little eternities. After awhile, she became aware of the the slightest noises. The tocking of the clock. The subtle shifting of life in the night. The human rise and fall. It ( Read more... )

"Everyone's a writer." He stated as we sped down the 110. I was looking out the window, watching the world blur by. "Yeah, but not everyone is good at it ( Read more... )

This journal is intended to be the writing journal of it_seems_so. Either NaNoWriMo or simply my attempts at the written word.

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