January 2010
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the insect- 02.09
[[NOTE: I wrote this last year for English class. I figured putting it up here would do it justice.]]
The front door slammed as you stormed through a house that didn’t feel like yours anymore, a torpedo on the warpath. You steered yourself toward the bathroom, resting your hands on the sink and breathing heavily. You dared to lift your gaze and stare at yourself in the mirror, teeth clenched,...
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poetic injustice sounds accurate-- 1.22.10
damn it, i wrote 2009 for the date again.
it all feels so new. 2009 still looks new. hell, 2008 looks new. but no, it’s 2010 now.
maybe when i see it under a copyright thing or something. i don’t know.
i’ve got a gnarly blood blister on my finger. it’s calloused over though.
callous.
what an interesting word.
what’s the point of this post again?
oh. because...
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meet me in outer space- 1.11.10
((NOTE: This was technically not on the 11th. The story was written between the 11th and the 19th. But the 19th was 1 week, 1 day after the 11th, and 1 month before my birthday. So take out the “week,” “day” and “month,” and you get 111. January 11th. Enjoy.))
The door shut behind him as he ran outside, into his backyard. Wind whipped his hair back as he...
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beach games-- 9.09
((NOTE: I don’t like this one as much as the others. It was kind of a bored, tired musing on pictures and sounds. A little concept that floated through. So I suppose all stories are created equal, yet many are denied equal treatment. This is where they come to be the same. Enjoy. Don’t dwell on it too much.))
I flicked the lighter, the hollow metal sound echoing across the land. The...
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the night of february the ninth-- 12.09
((N-exactly-SFW.
things to consider before reading this:
-this is only a concept; I have no clue what I’m talking about.
-I was very, very bored.
-this was only for fun. I don’t normally think about this stuff.
-needless to say that this is purely fictitious.
-nobody’s perfect.))
A shaking hand rang the doorbell. She huddled her thin jacket around her. Her car sat,...
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"a kiss to send us off"- 12.11.09
We crossed the somehow dead street, normally bearing cars and other road warriors. But today it was clear, for us to cross and make it to the other side.
He found himself saying goodbye, even though I didn’t want him to. There were other things I didn’t want him to do, and things I wish he still wouldn’t. I didn’t want the final episode to be at the bus stop with the...
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"the train station"- 11.11.09
The grey blur of a train blocked the occupants of the station. The clouds were curtains draped over a magician’s trick of a world. Birds flew slower, with less of a vocation. Black wings crossed weary skies in a monotone, eerie shift.
Pale thumbs with pristine fingernails flicked nervously on the silver lighter. The wheel clicked into place, and a chemical-blue flame emitted from the tiny...
welcome.
i figure i started the diaryland with questions, so i’ll start my tumblr with questions as well.
q: are you leaving diaryland?
a: no. not yet, anyway. diaryland is still up and running, i promise. as of january 15th at least.
q: well then what’s this for?
a: this is for creative writing and such. i posted a few little scenes and short spurts of creativity on the diaryland and i...