OliverI was trudging along the darkened city avenue, it wasn't raining, but I pulled the collar of my coat up around my face as if the sky was weeping. The streets were packed for a Tuesday this late at night. This could be a good or bad thing depending on the situation that would occur in the near future. Sometimes I still wondered why He had chosen to plague me, and only me, or so it seemed. The invisible force pushed me through the crowds sending a blood drunken urge down my spine and into the pit of my stomach. "Walk faster!" He whispered in my mind. His voice was not that of this world. It was gruff, coarse and had a sinister feel to it. SlowlOliver
9 PM On The A Train -D1-You touch her shoulder gently and she tenses just a little. A tense that says I know you’re there, I know you’re right behind me, just go. It’s so small you almost don’t notice the way her muscles fold back just a hint and her eyes squeeze shut for just a moment. Crouched against the pane of glass she stares at the city streets several stories below her, snow cascading down the gray skies and alongside the concert and metal buildings. It’s color almost as faint as the blush in her cheeks.9 PM On The A Train -D1-
Walking out the door, you leave her, sitting on the balls of her feet, teetering towards the glass ever so slightly. H
The Truth About French Toast“How does this taste?” A plate was slid in front of me next to a fork and butter knife. A genuinely intrigued Max pulled out a chair across the linoleum and dropped his heavy body into it. I looked down at my plate and examined the French toast that laid perfectly in the middle, topped with a light coat of powdered sugar. I could feel Max’s eyes boring holes through me, but I didn’t mind.The Truth About French Toast
The man had been cooking for almost four months straight. He never tired or ceased his activities. Every couple of hours his voice would float from my very small kitchen asking “Marie, can you get some more eggs?”
Devious Journal Entry
Amazed
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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