In the dim light of the morning, she awoke without a sound. In the distance she could hear vehicles zooming past on the highway and even closer she could hear the growling buzz of a lawn mower starting up. She lay motionless for a few moments taking in all the sounds and the still unfamiliar lay of her new room. The walls were a pale purple and the curtains were a bright white and clung to the windows gracefully like a costume to the hips of a perfectly-shaped ballerina. Every so often the curtains sighed as the air vent breathed air into the room. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like in this new place if the air conditioner didn't bring life into the fragile things in this house.
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- Current Mood:accomplished
comestible \kuh-MES-tuh-buhl\, adjective:
1. Suitable to be eaten; edible.
2. Something suitable to be eaten; food.
fop \FOP\, noun:
A man who is overly concerned with or vain about his dress and appearance; a dandy.
redress \rih-DRES\, transitive verb:
1. To put in order again; to set right; to emend; to revise.
2. To set right, as a wrong; to repair, as an injury; to make amends for; to remedy; to relieve from.
3. To make amends or compensation to; to relieve of anything unjust or oppressive; to bestow relief upon.
Dun dun dunnn, if you'd like to use it in a flash piece, then go ahead and post it in a comment on here!
So I've recently posted a small part of a story I've been experimenting with in my journal. I'm not too sure where it will go but I'm liking it so far, right now I've titled it 'Serenidy' but I don't think it'll stick. It's basically about a journalist who's recently gotten a new partner and she's starting to like him but she can't get involved with her co-workers. Now she has to learn to deal or get with him because she won't risk her job.
- Current Mood: chipper
- Current Music:some french song
- Current Mood: bouncy
- Current Music:Valery
I haven't written anything in a while. Being in an all senior's class is really frustrating. So out of the blue, I decided to write a screenplay. I know people frown upon them on the internet, but I don't give a damn. Now I know I might not be following the exact or correct rules for how a screenplay should be written, but please just try and read this (it won't take long). There's some brusque humor in it. And language.
The summary for what I have right now is really simple: A boy lives his life organic and all natural, and you get a little taste of his interesting family. That's it for now. :) Have a delicious day.
And of course everyone knows all the rules. Yes? No stealing please? Or else I shall break into your house and steal all your DVDs. Yes? Yes.
The title is called Organic. :D
I want to hit you.
I want to scream at you.
I want to punch you.
I want to kick you.
I want to sob in front of you.
I want to push you to the ground.
I want to shove you against the wall.
I want to kiss you hard.
I want to bite you.
I want to dig my nails into your skin
And rip away all of your insecurities and fear.
I want you against the wall, hot and sweaty
I want you bare-skinned and breathing hard
I want you to lay all your passions on me
I want you digging your nails into me.
I want your sinking your teeth into that spot on my neck.
I want to feel your breath behind my ear.
I want to hear your screams of ecstasy
I want to feel you squirm beneath my talents
I want to taste what you've got to offer me
I want to smell your body heat rising.
- Current Mood:indescribable
- Current Location:living room
- Current Mood: curious
- Current Music:grandson giggling at kittens