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Casting: geese, of course I’ll pass. You know me; I just stun them with my natural aura, which is beauty don’t you know. I’m just beautiful, and beauty is always what they want. A pretty face brings in all the big dimes.

Posted By Billy On 05.22.2013 @ 10:21 am

I know my neighbor well. Five good years of peaceful exchanges and nods over the hedge, but somehow I never took him to be a planter. Just something in his general attitude and the fact I’ve never seen him planting. Maybe it was elves or something, as now is garden is in bloom with yellow and every morning my eyes shrivel as I upon my curtains out and see my neighbors sun brightening the world.

Posted By Billy On 04.25.2013 @ 10:33 am

Leverage is the term given to a lever as it grows older, or ‘ages’. Old levers can prove to be rusty, squeaky, or just plain unusable, so this is a very important term in the engineering industry.

Posted By Billy On 04.15.2013 @ 6:19 pm

Tornado’s are like big things with wind and stuff. Not really sure why or whatever. I guess it’s just like when Mr Weather gets really angry and just wants to fuck some shit up. They’re not the friendliest of beings, but they’re happy and confident with who they are, which is a more respectable characteristic than many of us can say we have today.

Posted By Billy On 03.27.2013 @ 11:57 am

I really can’t stand the way that that bastard drains me o every ounce of engery I’ve had all day. I feel like I’m constantly waiting for him to just hurry the fuck up and all I do is wait for him- I’ve never felt so tired of waiting in my life. I feel like I’m permanently stuck in a trews song.

Posted By billy On 02.16.2013 @ 11:20 am

The pit walls had helped to shade him but through the trees on ground level, the mid-day sun was burning his newly formed flesh. Echoes started whispering in the back of his mind, slowly the connections that had not long been broken were being sown back into they’re original places.

Posted By Billy On 02.04.2013 @ 10:14 am

She swept through the crowd, knocking glasses out of hands and treading on feet. She finally reached him and swung a massive blow across his face with her bare hand. The party had their attention now, as the music was turned down. The drama was to begin.

Posted By Billy On 01.17.2013 @ 10:46 am

This is a simple word that cannot be simply defined. This word does not describe a person place or a thing rather it puts an emphasis on a word. This is all I can think of to define this word and cannot think of anything else.

Posted By Billy On 12.23.2012 @ 8:13 pm

The season was summer but the atmosphere here was to drop to a degrees colder than winter. This would be the end. The would be the time.

Posted By Billy On 12.21.2012 @ 9:39 am

I find it hard to be patient most of the time with small children. I wish I had the patience of my parents It must be hard for doctors to keep track of all their patients. I know I’d get bored I like the idea of being a patient. It has a motherly sensation to it. Even when I fly the nest I’ll still have someone to care for me. Not someone I can trouble incessantly but a person to care for my petty grievances and ailments that I exaggerate with the fastidiousness of a hypochondriac.

Posted By Billy On 12.13.2012 @ 3:10 pm

The rain on the roof acted as a soothing agent on the the day on the stressful day she had had. She lay onto of the sheets in the hotel suite, watching the news with the lights switched of and the tin of quality street on her lap.

Posted By Billy On 12.06.2012 @ 11:24 am

Somebody? I don’t need anybody. I’m fine on my own. I can’t see why everyone can’t just get that. I’m totally fine. I can have takeaways for the rest of my life watching Homeland every Sunday night. That’s what makes me happy. I don’t need somebody for that.

Posted By Billy On 11.12.2012 @ 11:16 am

Sugar walls. Think of the sugar walls. Sweet gorgeous ugly sugar walls. They definitely close you in. With pressure and rhythm they devour you. Are you ready to die? They let none escape and are more valuable then oil or water.

Posted By Billy On 10.05.2012 @ 8:37 am

Before I came here I was only a small boy from a small farming village. There was no chance I could get an opportunity to be able to get into this place, but now I am, what do I do? Be like the rest.

Posted By Billy On 09.25.2012 @ 9:51 am

Where do I begin. This is my problem. I want to write. My fingers just want to type a story but my brain has no clue what to type about. I need a beginning, but when you want to find something, everything in plain sight disappears.

Posted By Billy On 09.21.2012 @ 11:12 am

Together, you and I can never be together. You say you love me, you said you wanted to make it work. The distance is too hard, the cultural differences, your family. I thought that I meant something to you, enough that you would fight for us. Not together. Alone. Apart.

Posted By billy On 09.17.2012 @ 7:11 pm

Well I think I’m alive. Not too sure about that – it’s because I can’t move, see or hear anything. Only think, which is odd. Could be a coma but can you think in a coma?

Posted By Billy On 09.17.2012 @ 3:39 am

“Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state. A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake. No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber, until I realised that It was you who held me under.”

Florence and the Machine- Blinding

Posted By Billy On 09.16.2012 @ 1:11 am

“Fried or roasted?” “There’s a difference?” “… Yes, yes there is.” “Well… I think I will have it roasted then.” “You sure?” “Ummm… Yeah. Yep, pretty sure.” “Okay then.”

“… this is disgusting.”

Posted By Billy On 09.15.2012 @ 3:36 am

It tightens around my neck. I can’t breath. I slowly suffocate. Then, a hand brings forth the medicine to clear the way – a stranger with the breath of life.

Posted By Billy On 09.14.2012 @ 9:58 am

substance abuse. drugs. i don’t want to do drugs, but i want to feel how it feels when you do them

Posted By billy On 08.09.2012 @ 6:55 am

i love science. it explains stuff . . . all kinds of stuff. I want to know about things. About things knowable and unknowable. I suppose science only allows us to know the knowable things, but maybe it helps us know the difference.

Posted By billy On 07.06.2012 @ 10:42 am

Dark Days + Treaty of Treason = The Hunger Games Katniss + Treaty of Treason = Mockingjay

Posted By Billy On 06.06.2012 @ 9:05 am

the dark lodge was a place full of creepy ass weirdo’s, like black magicians from the dark lodges. I felt uncomfy there, it was filled with stuffed animal heads and dead babies, so I pulled forth my blade and roared at the darkness. But the dead babies rose from there stupor, charging at my feet, clambering along my body. There tiny hands clawed and scratched

Posted By Billy On 05.24.2012 @ 11:00 am

“Sorry, wait I…you, my…is playing… hello? hello?” “Don’t be childish, Okay! I know you can hear me!” “hello?… Hello?” “Okay, that’s it. We’re over.” “….” “Hello?”

Posted By Billy On 05.20.2012 @ 11:30 am

The insect-like creature was jerking with rage inside the glass. The spirit inside was angry, and there was only one way to calm it: to set it free and let it kill.

Posted By Billy On 05.15.2012 @ 10:43 am

I would love to be able to write in shorthand. If I choose to carry on with my Journalism course next year, I might be learning how to do shorthand, which is great, but I’m not sure what option to drop at the moment.

Posted By Billy On 05.09.2012 @ 10:19 am

Is it wrong to like the taste of blood. My own is the only type Iike, however I do like it and I can see how others my find it wrong. It’s just different. Nice.

Posted By Billy On 05.08.2012 @ 5:47 am

“What,” Lucy Said. “What is that?” Everyone froze in the dark corridor. “What is it Lucy?” Said Chole “Oh…Oh..Oh my god. Oh!” Lucy whispered. “What are you hearing?” I said “We have to go!” It was written in her face. Something wrong was happening here and she – nobody – wanted to find our. We all Five of us slowly walked the dark way we had come. I hugged Lucy but I could see the others narrowing their eyes at her, disbelieving.

Posted By Billy On 05.04.2012 @ 9:21 am

(Hallowed: holy, NOT HOLLOWED: empty!!) I picked up in my hands the last hallowed cup in the world. The golden chalice was in my grasp and now eternal youth could be mine, if I wanted, if I chose of it. Would I chose of it? Everyone is afraid of the end. You should I drink out of it? What makes me special? deserving? Nothing of course.

Posted By Billy On 05.01.2012 @ 9:47 am