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"Come read the rest of this, honey. " His mother had joined him on the porch. "It's a trip. " The torture chair looked normal in the hours before tea. Madame poured a second cup of tea for herself, and offered to do the same for the visiting luminary.
The world of memories, a world that I have been thrown in, arid, stale. Sick and twisted world set ablaze in the fire of silence. A single ray of hope draws in on me every night, coming only as glimpses and flashes, of a being, a person, never lasts much though. Mostly I end up burnt out, shivering at the lullaby of crashing waves, the only song in this world, the flickering of it 's darkness makes up most of my nights, I fear it, and at the same time I think of it as my only salvation, a requiem that keeps me from losing
Act I Act 1 opens up with a black screen, only hearing club noises. The title on the screen pops up reading “FAST LANE”. We then see quick cut visuals of what appears to be a club scene. We see our protagonist, MIA, dancing in the club with her best friend, the antagonist, ALEX. ALEX grabs MIA whiles she’s dancing and brings her to the bathroom.
Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh? " I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape.
Crippling Absences “Laugh and the world laughs with you; Weep and you weep alone” (Ella Wheeler Wilcox); loneliness is an amplified absence away from the people one cares about. S/he lives and smiles with the those s/he cares deeply for, only then one hides away from the darkest corners of the mind. Alone, one wallows in deep thought, becoming numb from loneliness and feeling transparent.
It was quiet when I first walked in. No other customers, just me and the rebel barber, the summer heat only making me long for a cool drink. He began to shake. Maybe he believed he could conceal the slight tremble in his hands.
Loneliness of the Heart Have you ever felt so at loss of happiness that all you can think about is your unhappiness? Well, then this is the poem for you. Everyone goes through hardships, such as grief for losing someone, like how our narrator is at a loss of words because he has recently been departed of his love Lenore. He is overcome with desolation that he is up “upon a midnight” (1) while feeling “weak and weary” (1). Then there is someone (or rather something) at the door.
INTRO I have done it. I have brought upon the death of another man! I have blood upon my hands. For that I feel I should have changed but desperation has replaced the sorrow I feel for my actions.
> Wow. She is beautiful. >Being about six feet tall, you stand nearly as tall as Celestia, excluding her horn. Her mane waves and sparkles mystically just like it did in the show.
I, Pegasus, the left out colt in despair, Because I couldn’t float in the air. Everyone is flying, And I am dying, To be in the air with the others.
Richard!’ While I stared into the flames of the heath, grim images passed by and the soft timid voice mentioned my name far away. Her hand touched my sleeve hesitantly, withdrawing with arrow speed when I turned to her. She smiled halfheartedly in a compassioned attempt to lighten my dark disposition.
That fine Halloween night (yes, the same one Arsen forgot me), Arsen ditched me in the middle of the night. He just left me stranded. It was as if he had never seen me before. Whether he was acting or not, I couldn 't tell.
“I kissed a girl and I liked it.” To this day I’ve never been able to pin point where these feelings came from. Awkwardly catching my self-gazing at some girl across the room as she runs her petite fingers through her glistening hair. When I began to play men’s hockey I’d nonchalantly observe the boys and “fan girl” over them with my friends, like any teenage girl.