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Previously But, again, in a surprising display of luck, it seemed to make her feel better. She even gave a watery smile. "Thanks." she said gently, her voice raw from crying. She looked thoughtful for a moment. "You're Quint, right?"                                                    ~3~ That was years ago, and Lacey's hair was now down to her waist. Apparently it looked like her mothers, although I wouldn't know since I never met the woman. She died when the twins were young, but they still talked about her a lot. The only person I'd ever lost was my younger brother, Tobin, who died of a fever when he was young. My mother and father

Quint Gunner Have you ever felt that wave of emotion when you return to somewhere from your childhood? Like your first home, or your old school playground. All the memories come back in such a painful rush that your heart aches with nostalgia and you have to close your eyes to wait for it to fade. Or else you don't remember anything at all, just feelings ;blurs of past that has such a surge of emotion it overwhelms you. When I returned to the park I had once played in as a child, it felt as though my heart was going to explode in my chest.The dried leaves on the ground crunched under my feet releasing a sharp smell that reminds me of cinam

When he opened his eyes the next morning, he immediately shut them again, thankful that his room had no windows and it was almost always pitch black inside, unless a light was on. He moaned tiredly and shifted positions on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes before going into the bathroom and washing up. He sighed as he walked out into the living room, looking over Rae a quick moment, and getting a blanket, softly laying it on her body. He walked to the kitchen and put food in the kittens bowl, and then proceeding to make breakfast for the both of them. Rae shifted slightly as she felt something warm descend over her body.

Danny knew he had fucked things up, like he usually did, and when he head the door close he whimpered. He sat up and looked around the room, tears forming again in his eyes when he saw Rae had truly left, and it was all his own fault. He slumped back down on the bed and let himself go into the fetal position, tears running down his cheek as he thought about he had just chased her away by being a little bitch. Then the thoughts of his mother and brother again flooded his mind and he let out a small sob, his tears rushing down his face as he tried brushing them away. Rae walked down the corridor. Colm saw her and caught her arm. "Where t

Here is an Rp I did with trai a while back. It's here so she can read it. Umm did I mention that it's really really long> Danny was the average 22 year old guy. He lived in a small apartment, worked in a Chinese restaurant from 7 am to 1 pm, had recently adopted a kitten, and had been single for a year. That particular day he was on vacation, and was amazingly glad to be able to sleep in. He was dressed in long black pants, a white tank top and a black, open, vest on top. Although to the female eye he was amazingly handsome, he had never thought so himself, and so had the attitude of a shy guy, despite the bad attitude he tended to have

Watching Over My Babies i watch her she's perfect, she is beautiful she is innocence, she is purity she is a world within a world her raincoat is slick with rain her gumboots are caked with mud she falls and comes running to me her knees scraped with blood i clean it out and give her a band aid wiggles ones are her favorites i kiss it better and set her down she runs off to play i laugh as her and her brother dance about in the spray i know i can't go to them i've already left but i still watch over my babies whenever they're father's away

Hikers I'm a hitchhiker by trade if you can call it a way of life i ride up and down highways the scenery is a blur occasionally people stop sometimes they try run me down but i remember well that day the day that i met her now her face is peaceful as she sleeps none of hat happened seemed real her wounds will never heal i'm not sure what happened its all a blur i remember i was him and you were her i remember his hands around her throat or were they mine? i can't tell I think i may be losing my mind i remember throwing you off the ledge and saying that you fell into the dusty plains of hell i hear the man that's in my

hello gamer boy can you talk right now? oh your playing Bishock? I'll be quiet, i don't want to row hello gamer boy can i show you something neat? oh your playing WoW? alright, i shall retreat hello gamer boy can i tell you something special? oh you just got a new game no its fine, nothingimportant at all hello gamer boy yes i pulled the plug i want you to listen to me sit down on the rug i've been  trying to tell you now for quite some number of weeks i want to be your gamer girl, i am a fellow geek cheerleaders and jocks have sport emos and goths have black and poetry us nerds only have eachother and our consoles to ma

I do not know the person in this poem, but if she exists I would sure like to meet her. This is a poem about a girl falling in love with a girl A type of love I believe to be fairly underappreciated. Dedicated to my lovely friend Chloe. when i first gazed upon you i didn't see the scar on your leg or your dark long hair i didn't see your expensive skirt or your cheap shoes or bag because none of those things matter to me i don't think they ever have i saw your pretty blue eyes blinking behind the mask i take your hand we started to dance through light and shadow at the end of the night i walk you home the air is cool and

look at our feet staring at each other mine are bare and dirty they have scratches from the trees they have bites from the mosquitoes and goosebumps from the breeze yours are clean and neat clad in bright red sneakers they're shiny and new i really like your feet I wonder where your feet have walked over hills and mountains? through rivers and streams? have they walked  a hundred miles have they walked along your dreams mine have walked from dawn till dusk till my very bones have tired my feet have walked through blood and dust over water, rock and fire your feet are shiny and new they haven't walked long miles and yet yo