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A Honda"I'm going to jail for a crime I didn't commit," Henderson said.
"Oh." She pressed her tongue up against the inside of her cheek. "I can see how that complicates things a bit. What did you do?"
"Nothing! I just told you that part!"
"Well then what didn't you do?"
He exhaled and shifted in his seat. "I didn't hack into the company's mainframe and steal four hundred thousands dollars. Then I didn't change the password to "Haha, it was me, Henderson from Accounting," and drive off in a company car."
She thought about this for a moment. She hadn't ever dated a criminal, besides that kid Billy from high school who used to smoke pot in the bathroom. Henderson didn't even look like a criminal, at least not in the way Billy did. He lacked piercings of any kind. He wore cotton briefs.
"What kind of car?" she said at last.
"I don't know because I didn't steal it!"
"Okay, okay right. We're still playing that game. What kind of car didn't you steal?"
Candlelit Beaches"He's making you set the beach on fire on a first date?"
"Well, he said he liked candlelit beaches and long walks on the the dinner." Eileen looked down at the letter in her hands and frowned. "That can't be right. Do you think that's right?"
Henry shrugged. "I don't know, but you got to respect a man willing to walk all over his dinner."
Eileen took another candle and grounded it into the sand. He handed her the lighter that they had bought at QuickMart and watched as she knelt and brought the flame to the wick.
"He's not coming, I guess," she said. Sea salt made the flame crackle with resistance. A slight breeze was already wreaking havoc on the candles planted behind them. "He's not coming, is he?"
Henry shifted from one foot to the other. "You know, if you're up for it, I always did want to step on a peanut butter sandwich."
MothToday I called her a moth.
Nobody believed me when I said I didn't mean it as an insult. Moths are disgustingly beautiful animals that you see dead more often than alive. I remember when I thought that moth was just a dead butterfly, a special sound used for ripping the life out of something colorful and bright. The word itself is scornful and thick and comes from Middle English mot, meaning maggot. In Spanish, she would be polilla, which sounds like a dance, and in German, she is Nachtfalter, which is a dance.
I think everyone assumed I meant to insult her because it is true. She is dark and plain, and her hair is fuzzed all over. She smells dusty like our attic, but it is a pleasant smell, like remembering something you've forgotten.
And she would look best covered in leaves.
Olive Eyes"In books, everyone knows everyone else's eye color," Marietta said reproachfully. "And they can pick out their princesses' eyes out of a crowd of imposters no problem. It's just one of those things."
"Yeah, but that's because everyone in books have stunningly descriptive irises. It's not like in real life where my eyes are just brown and yours are " He leaned in close to get a good look and she widened her eyes and looked towards the light to help him out. "-yours are a bit greenish."
"A bit greenish?"
"Well what do you want me to say? They're greenish!"
"Anything but 'a bit greenish' would be an improvement!"
How to name your band.1. Springbox
2. The Ceiling
3. Bubble Balance
4. Scalp Stuff
5. Green Bean Romance
6. Step-Mother: Reborn
7. Really Tasty
"It's my list of band names," said Ezzo. "I think everyone should keep a list of band names, just in case."
"Just in case? Just in case of what?! We can't sing or play any instruments!"
Marietta picked up the paper and ran her finger down the list. "I like Springbox a lot, actually. Why did you put The Ceiling on here?"
He shrugged. "So the people who listened to us would be Ceiling Fans."
Such a Good Sport"Did you know the plural of cul-de-sac is actually culs-de-sac?"
"That's fascinating. You want a grape?"
"A lot of people get that wrong. And I mean a lot of people. It's like graffiti, you know. Graffiti is actually the plural." She took the grape from my outstretched fingers and began to peel it. "If you got some homeless guy to spray paint the side of a train it would actually be a work of graffito. Get a bunch of homeless guys, a bunch of spray paint, and a bunch of trains and then it would be graffiti."
"Consider me enlightened."
After the grape was peeled, she placed the excess flappy skin on the corner of my plate, meticulously poking and smashing it with her thumb until it formed a mushy heart shape.
"It's romantic, see?" she said cheerfully. "Quick, take out your calculator and type in the following cordiform equation: (x2+y2-1)3-x2y3=0. Then tell me what you get!"
"I think I left my graphing calculator in my other pants, actually
Diction"The kid's a nut!" she shouted. "A complete fruit loop! Didn't you see what she wrote on the grocery list?"
Rosco looked down at the list expectantly. "ニンテンドー" he said. "Elixir of Truth. Two bottles of Mignon Ferro rat poison and a thing of cat food."
Marietta exploded out of her chair and paced angrily around across the floorboards. "A thing of cat food? Who says a thing of cat food? Nobody says a thing of cat food. And what's she doing with a thing of cat food when she doesn't even have a thing of cat?!"
He quickly stepped aside in an attempt to deter another eruption of cat-thing complaints. There were few things in this world that could work Marietta up out of her usual temperate apathy, and diction was on that list. While he could look at the list and immediately be drawn to the insertion of rat poison, DnD equipment, and unnecessary foreign language, she managed to focus on the word choice.
Writing Experiment1. "Just try to keep warm," he said.
He grew up where grey touched white and
cold hands upstretched, up north.
Up, up in the mountains,
where there was still snow.
2. He said he grew up,
up north, where there was still snow,
up, up in the mountains
where grey touched white
and cold hands,
just try to keep warm.
Polite Pickpockets"I hope I didn't hit him too hard," she said softly.
"He looks alright to me. Hear that? He just said he was fine!"
Marietta wrinkled her nose. "It just sounds like he's saying aaaarrrgh¸ isn't he?"
"That's foreign for, 'Don't mind me, I always froth at the mouth.' Here, help me go through his pockets."
Home?She sat upon the porch step
Wishing for passersby to notice
How much she needed help.
Her family screaming from inside;
A family fight had broken out,
And she was alone once more trying
To find ways to cope with every
Day life and the demands of such.
Not much made her smile
And not much made her happy
When she knew every day she would
Need to return to her home.
A house is hardly a home when
Love doesn't knock on the door
Even once in a while.
Black Rabbit - Part six"But... You said you loved me..." I whimper. He just looks at me with careless eyes; the same eyes that used to show me compassion and instill the greatest joy in me. The eyes that had just wandered across my naked virgin skin last night and took in every detail. He shrugs with the shoulders my arms used to perch on when we hugged.
"Listen kid, I just wanted to bang you." He scoffs, almost in a laugh. I couldn't believe that it was the same voice that comforted me softly, saying it wouldn't hurt as he stole my innocence away from me.
I feel the tears come on, but everything else in me is numb. There is a lump in my throat, and I can't speak. It doesn't matter though, since I have no words to say. Without another word, he just walks away. It can't be though. I want to reach out and grab his shirt, maybe pull him back into my world.
"No!" I suddenly yelp. And he turns back. That moment right there was the last time I remember even seeing him. His blonde hair falling ever so perfectly in
Green"Stupid!" Nik growled to himself, walking away from yet another job opportunity. "Idiotic, stupid, bumbling, ugh! Just had to mention that you've got no magic- that'll be a great quality for them to hear!"
His tirade was cut off with the small pull on his hand. He looked down to see his younger, six-year old brother tugging at him, big green eyes looking up at his imploringly. The rage and frustration drained out of him, leaving him with only sadness and regret. He had no money, no job, no possible way to buy his younger brother a meal- no one wanted to hire a magic-less servant, or gardener, or anything. In a county full of superstition, most people stayed well away from such a person- in their eyes, bad luck was sure to be afoot around the unfortunate person. He looked up around the bustling town, full of busy people with large purses. Bitterness struck him the same time as an idea did.
"Wait here." He whispered to Aman, giving him a serious look. "I mean it, Aman, if you move so muc
How is it I smile when I am sad?
From what resource do I derive the strength?
If I should fall,
And not rise again,
What will become of me?
Is that all my life would entail?
Would there be no future,
For this poor soul?
My only freedom,
As little as it seems,
Is to watch out my window.
If not to watch others,
Then to gaze lovingly at the moon above.
For one day,
If I should see,
A Blackbird flying,
And my heart begins to race,
I'll run outside,
After it. On a high-speed chase.
The world will fall,
And I will not care.
I have no desire,
To carry on with whatever,
I have in this life,
And in any other life.
Sadness has fallen on me,
It's a long-distance "friend,"
Whom I've come to known,
Quite well, as strange as it,
may seem. It's always been there,
When I didn't need it,
I could always count on it,
So now as I sulk,
And now as I brood,
I'm still waiting for
Will it pass by my window?
Or am I left 'ever
I saw a flash outside my window,
A Night in Eternity: Chapter 2Chapter 2
Eragon rolled over as he slowly overcame his deep slumber; the morning sun warming him as he stretched in his bed.
His fingers ran across the bed beside him, as if looking for something. All they found was warmth, warmer than any other part of the sheets he lay on.
Everything smelled like pine.
With a jolt, Eragon sat up but the world kept moving and he lurched forward clutching his head in pain.
"Urrghraa," he groaned as everything spun around him. It felt like his brain was too big for his skull and it throbbed in pain. A wave of nausea spread through him and his tongue felt like moss had grown on it.
He murmured a spell to relieve his pain, although a dull throbbing remained. He cracked opened his eyes only for the light to attack him, but he withstood it as he looked beside him.
The bed was empty, although it looked like it had recently been occupied.
Suddenly blurred and flashes of the night before sprang to his mind as he attempted to make sense of it.
rivern: love isME AND SHAWN HAD BEEN friends since the first day of high school. It wasn't because we had a lot in common, but because we were different from everyone else. Even with the conformist school uniform we managed to stand out. It was as though we were standing in the shadows, while everyone else was in harsh sunlight.
The other kids thought we were weird, freaks. Every day we would endure kids poking fun at the way we looked. People would trip us in the corridors and kick us when we were down. Kids would shout "emo!" or "cutter!" down the corridors after us too. And it didn't get any better either as we grew up, when most of the other bullying had stopped. In fact, for me and Shawn, it probably got worse.
Not everyone hated us though. There were the odd few who talked to us every now and then. So by the time we got to Year 11 and were studying for our GCSEs, we had a small group of friends.
The worst lesson had to be E
SpeechlessWriting is my passion.
It's what I do.
It's who I am.
I can weave words easily, without thinking.
But when I think of you,
The Alchemist - Chapter 1The Alchemist
Author: Lily Evans-Snape (aka northangel27)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the characters therein, so thank-you Ms. Rowling for letting me play with them on occasion.
The chill darkness of the Halloween night pressed in oppressively on the darkly cloaked figure as it slipped silently through the graves of the old graveyard toward the black ribbon of the road beyond. The night was a clear one, but unseasonably cold. The occasional wisp of a cloud skittered past the full moon that shimmered above the black line of trees to the north, but they were not enough to obscure the silvery light that illumined the mans way. In the distance the warm glow of a cottage pierced through the night. To all appearances, an idyllic and inviting scene, but something stirred within him, and he hurried his pace, willing the lights to stay lit, willing the warmth and security that they represented to continue to glow, just until he could be sure, jus
Mias and Elle - Chapter 2Recovering from the shock that the slamming door sent through her body, Elle immediately began to push and pull tentatively at the doorknob. The door and the knob would not even budge, no matter how hard she tried, and the frustration was building quickly inside of her. An animalistic panic took over and she began to shake the handle with enough force that her entire body shook with her movements. Growing tired, she gave the rigid handle one last ferocious expulsion of strength that she could muster before giving up with a violent scream.
Elle stared at the closed door, her short fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her tightly clenched fists. Having already tried repeatedly to pry it open with all the strength she could muster, staring at it was all that she could do. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from welling over with tears again and cursed loudly before giving the door a swift kick. It felt good to relieve herself of some anger, but she still instantly reg
Conversations about Milk"What's today?"
"I don't know. Probably a crappy one."
Marietta obviously didn't think that warranted a response, so she shook the milk jug a few times and pretended not to hear him. "If it's the fourteenth, the milk is bad, and I wanted cereal. Is it the fourteenth? I really wanted cereal."
"Marietta, the milk doesn't magically turn to curdled goo at the stroke of midnight of the sell by date. That's why it says sell by and not drink by."
"Yeah, and you'd down it if it was a week from now and said chew by."
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