

Rayn - PrologueAt the very peak of the Galandi Company stood a girl in her late teens, a furious wind made her light brown hair whip the air. Either side of her body, her hands dripped blood. Eyes, a deep red, stared out and watched the sunset in the distance. The wind's fury made her black and white striped shirt plaster itself against her angelic body and her blue jeans seemed barely able to keep themselves intact, ripped and torn everywhere, the soft skin of her legs was clearly visible through dead material.Rayn - Prologue
Hold it right there! Shouted a male voice standing behind her, she smiled gently on the ledge of the building and with mi


The Moon HidesSometime after dusk, they danced in the graveyard around dead trees and shattered gravestones. They danced hand in hand under the ghostly branches and listened to the sound of silence. Saya and Kai danced a single waltz and then they both wandered aimlessly through the engraved surnames and left a single rose petal on each grave and sang a sad melody. To Kais surprise, he found himself singing to Saya. He felt her soul and her voice note by note and sang his final conclusion that he loved her and wished her in his arms, though he knew one kiss would bring the stars down upon them, a great dégrangolade snatching at lost hearts, clawThe Moon Hides


The Machine AwokeThe machine awoke to find itself in the desert.The Machine Awoke
It understood that this was desert. It understood that this was ground, that this was air. It understood that it was sideways.
It did not remember how it had gotten there, but it didnt know that.
It raised itself up from the scorched earth, stood unsteadily, tilted its bruised metal head from side to side and looked around. For as far as it could see in any direction and this was quite a few miles, for it was a well-made and efficient machine there were lengths upon lengths of bare dirt, baked like red clay in the sun.


Losing My ChildI love you even in death my sweetpea, princess, critter, my little naturalist forever.Losing My Child
And what is it to love a daughter forever gone, your smile everlasting like your wind whipped hair, never losing shape and your eyes, oh so distant and grey, seeing things, that mine never will.
To lose you instantly like the brilliant flowers of may. Fading in a moment, eternally away.
My baby girl, I watch over you the way you watched that dying bird. Do you remember that rainy day


Living with A.D.D.Living with Attention Deficit Disorder (A.D.D.)Living with A.D.D.
Although I was nineteen before I was actually diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder (A.D.D.), I knew that something was preventing me from performing as well as I could on standardized tests and in essays. Yes, those two areas were where I struggled most and still struggle most in my life. I never scored very high on those standardized tests, but did well enough to escape much notice from those in education. I also did not do too well on any sort of essays or long papers, but did well enough there to avoid much notice. I never k
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=3 rawr am jessi!
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My last photo ''bialo-czerwony'' I made in the car-wash.
Thanks so much
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Send this to 10 people u care about including me!
SEND THIS TO ALL THE PPL YOU LOVE.
1-3= Not So Loving..
3-5= Uhh...
5-6= People like you
6-7= People luv you
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"I love having those at Easter. It's two hundred and seventeen days until Easter. Perhaps i should be a little more realistic... I might just get that. It's one hundred and thirteen days til Christmas."
Before I die - Jenny Downham
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Life is a big surprise. Death is biggest.
Vladimir Nabokov
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Pimping jewelery for a friend: [link]
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...and to clarify my vague way of speak, I mean the person you're talking about, not you.
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"I love having those at Easter. It's two hundred and seventeen days until Easter. Perhaps i should be a little more realistic... I might just get that. It's one hundred and thirteen days til Christmas."
Before I die - Jenny Downham
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