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Once upon a time...I died.Chylee looked up at him as they walked down the busy street. Curiosity shone in her ocean blue eyes. "Jack, I have a question." She tugged on his sleeve, always with the questions.Once upon a time...I died.
"And what would that be?" Jack asked.
She looked at her feet then, suddenly feeling silly. But the seven-year-old's inquiries won out the battle for dignity. "Are you a superhero?"
He smiled slightly, eyes crinkling at the edges. "No…not a superhero." They sidestepped to avoid a puddle in the walkway.
Chylee frowned. "Then how come no one else can see you but me? Am I a superhero?"
"You could
by *ALovelyMeInside
By the riverbed...They walked beside the riverbed. It was a rocky path, slick with recent rain. Shallow puddles even collected in the crevices between the granite footholds. The two linked hands. The last thing they wanted was to slip, but it wasn't too much of a disappointment just to be close. It was a tricky business seeing as the water was swift and deep. It was both menacing and mesmerizing.By the riverbed...
The man reached down, momentarily setting his companion off balance. He caught her arm before she could lose her footing though, and apologized promptly.
"What was that for?" She wasn't mad really, but played the part well. &nbs
by *ALovelyMeInside
HeroWho is your hero?Hero
It was written on the page in bold print. The teacher created the assignment solely to keep the kids busy on the first day. It was second grade. How hard could it be?
A boy raised his hand with a disconcerted look growing on his face. He scrunched up his eyes, head tilted, as he thought it over.
"Yes," He checked the roll sheet. "Cameron?"
"Teacher...what is a hero?"
"Well Cameron, a hero is someone you look up to. Someone you can depend on, and want to be like." It was simple. He wasn't sure how else to explain it.
by *ALovelyMeInside
FictionShe thanked God every night that she's nothing more than a work of fiction. It excused her from all responsibilities left of consciousness. It was terror in the making. She used to be afraid of the sunshine. She thought the rays would run her through and leave only hollowed shells for her bones. She wanted to preserve that childish ideal that everyone meant something. Now she's not afraid of anything.Fiction
She lets the sun work its wonders, pushing its way through her skeletal system. Even emptied of the marrow, there wasn't much room. It felt like a semi was trying to fit itself through a 6 feet and under tunnel. Much too small, righ
by *ALovelyMeInside
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tautegorical -collabSomedays, I'm the sound of slamming doors Shutting out the whisper of threehundredandsixty apologies That maybe just don't deserve to be heard And still other days, I'm television static Surfing channels faster than fingers can click Speaking through the mixed up voices Of every game show grin, sitcom laugh reel and car crash news anchor out there Trying to piece together the sentences I've been meaning to say Since maybe my words aren't enough Even if they are saying the same thingtautegorical -collab
[I'm almost fairly sure you deserve prettier phrases than these chapped lips could ever m
by =SocraticSynapses
tautegorical .collab.Somedays, I'm the sound of slamming doors Shutting out the whisper of threehundredandsixty apologies That maybe just don't deserve to be heard And still other days, I'm television static Surfing channels faster than fingers can click Speaking through the mixed up voices Of every game show grin, sitcom laugh reel and car crash news anchor out there Trying to piece together the sentences I've been meaning to say Since maybe my words aren't enoughtautegorical .collab.
Even if they are saying the same thing
[I'm almost fairly sure you deserve prettier phrases
than these chapped lips could ever
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New Beginningby =Healzo
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- Current Residence: Wonderland
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
- Interests: Reading, Writing, Art, Photography, Music, Animals...
- Favourite movie: The Wizard of Oz, The Dark Knight, The Harry Potter Movies, and The Mummy
- Favourite band or musician: Panic at The Disco...
- Favourite genre of music: Rock and Alternative, but I like Classical too.
- Favourite artist: Impossible to choose
- Favourite poet or writer: Scott Westerfeld = Favorite Writer, Edgar Allen Poe= fav. poet
- Favourite style of art: All of the Above
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano
- Personal Quote: Never say you want to be something, say you ARE. And make it happen.
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<isloden> Haps, I swear.
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<Hapax> if that aint fast i dont know what is
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<isloden> Haps, I swear.
<isloden> You're one of the coolest guys I know on dAmn.
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I know I'm smart, but is everyone else really this dumb?
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Words are like roses, they bloom faster than they die.
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I know I'm smart, but is everyone else really this dumb?
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Words are like roses, they bloom faster than they die.
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