LossBart sat motionless in his favorite hunter-green embroidered oak chair watching with his pale blue eyes at the tall orange and yellow flames that were burning in the fireplace, eyes as cold as shards of ice as they rested on his narrow face. Outside, the sky remained gray as the chilling November rain continued to fall upon the soaked earth. The smell of burning wood filled the crisp air as puffs of smoke drifted from the chimneys of the small wooden cottages of the village. The rain was an unpleasant and miserable occurrence to the villagers, especially to Bart. To him, the rain and the howling wind only brought more misery and despair to hiLoss
Landscape 5Honor and Sacrifice- Chapter 5The bolt flew by with amazing speed as Christopher quickly dogded the attack, missing the bolt by nearly an inch. He knew in his mind he had to act quickly if he was going to escape with his life.Hesitation would surely cost him his oppertunity, even more his life. He could hear cursing as the crossbowman proceeded to load another bolt into his crossbow and the sound of metal coming from the other end. How did I get myself into this? Was I not careful? he thought to himself. He had remebered his reason for being here in the first place.He had made a promise to his dear friend that he would, at the cost of his life, help him escape. He couldHonor and Sacrifice- Chapter 5
5th AvenueThe rain was beginning to fall in sheets as Jack continued on down the slick damp sidewalk of 5th Ave at a comfortable pace, clearly in no hurry to get to his house that was just two blocks away. The rain had not bothered Jack one bit for he had spent hours playing in it when he was a kid and had grown quite fond of it, something that seemed so long ago to him. It seemed like only yesterday that he was at the local athletic club, climbing the ladder of one of the club's many Olympic-sized swimming pool preparing for his first dive of the meet, the crowd cheering loudly in the stands. All went quiet as he stepped onto the diving board and beg5th Avenue
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If I had the swine flu, I'd french kiss you.
"Don't worry, she overestimated my conscious. By assuming I have one"- Daria.
Define "lykomgz". No, seriously.
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" My path is the right path"
Sir Tom
See my journal.
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If the radiance of a thousand suns
Were to burst at once into the sky
That would be like the splendor of the Mighty one ...
I am become Death,
The destroyer of Worlds.
(Bhagavad-Gita)
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You have to turn left, to go right
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" My path is the right path"
Sir Tom
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" My path is the right path"
Sir Tom
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