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The size of the tree didn’t matter, karen would sit at its base whether it was a sapling or an oak. She loved the humming of unity in the forrest, she loved how everything worked with each other to become one ecosystem, she meditated for hours listening to every bug and breath of the trees.
Years later there was a news article titled “Woman found in forrest dead”
She had died listening to her trees. More conscious of their movement and their tree though, then her own. She had slipped into the consciousness of the forrest, and her bones supplied nutrients.
She gave up her consciousness, to be a part of the huge quiet mind of the forest.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 01.15.2013 @ 9:57 pm
The crust in her eyes betrayed the fact that she just woke up. She gathered her bedclothes around herself, and tried to hold herself high.
“Where have you been, Anastasia?”
“Nowhere,father. Nowhere unusual”
“Its noon, you missed breakfast and you’ve almost missed lunch!”Posted By Lightsandcandy On 06.28.2012 @ 1:24 pm
The compassion i feel for my fellow students is amazing. People of the past went to school in order to get a well paying job. People of the past were worried that if money was removed from society, that people would not have motivation and people would starve, but I dont want my companions to starve, they share my interests. We are pushing against the same obstacles and reaching for the same stars.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 10.13.2011 @ 1:22 pm
I never knew what it was like to be held like this before. She had her arms around me, her head rested against my sholder. I didnt know what to do but it felt so nice. She looked up at me with her dark grey eyes… at least thats what they were before, now theyre turning… theyre turning purple, wait, her comforting hold turns into me being held in place. she laughs manicly as she pulls my face towards hers, sinking h er fangs into my cheek.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 06.20.2011 @ 10:38 am
I felt wonder as i saw the flower in its bed, on the side of the street, i picked it smelled it and kept it in my hand as i walked.
fifteen minutes later, when i looked at the flower again, it was wilted, and closed.
I wondered at the brevity of life.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 06.17.2011 @ 2:56 pm
there was a student had a bag and back pack was its nam-o b-a-c-k pack B-a-c-k pack b-a-c-k pack and backpack was its nam-o
and in that backpack was a knife and flip switch was its nam-o f-l-i-p switch f-l-i-p switch f-l-i-p switch and flipswitch was its nam- o
and on that knife there was some blood and johnny was his nam-o J-o-n is dead, j-o-n is dead j-o-n is dead and johnny was his nam-oPosted By Lightsandcandy On 06.02.2011 @ 10:10 am
“Remember!” thats what she screamed at the overwhelming river of grey bodies moving blindly. they walked in large swooping circles like a herd. they moved, they didn’t see and they never remembered the life that they had.
Clairisa knew that one day, no matter how much she screamed she would loose herself, all the warmth would flow out of her cheeks, and she would resign to walking in circles too. she would resign to forget, the duty of the dead.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 05.31.2011 @ 8:56 am
Ugly ugly sideburns graced his head, i couldnt believe my highschool sweetheart has the UGLYEST CHOPPYEST hairyest, weirdest sideburns ever. however, when i got over the side of his face, and looked into his eyes, i knew that the sideburns didnt matter, and i still loved this man.
I burst into tears, and ran into his arm. the side of my face rubbed against those gruesome ugly sideburns.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 05.29.2011 @ 8:40 pm
Thief is the one thing you can cry on a busy street to get back someone thats running away. i call her back to me with that one word, on the middle of that crouded bridge.
she was brought back, her beautiful waist high gypsy clothes swaying, her pale face, angry. she was no thief.
“what did she steal sir, theres nothing on her.” i told them to go look in the river for a basket floating there, they ran off and i take her face in my hand.
“hello Delilah”Posted By Lightsandcandy On 05.23.2011 @ 9:09 pm
Lookin at the shelf, i saw the whisky sitting there. long hours ago, i heard the door lock from the outside, my parents out for a ball of some kind. and there the whisky was. i had tried the cutting, didnt work, i had tried, the fighting, that didnt either, now its time to reach for the bottles that have ruined so many lives before me.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 04.17.2011 @ 10:01 pm
“however,” she said, long cigarett in her mouth” we will have to consider that old pig, Arnold, he will make us squirm a little if we arent careful” she dashes out the cigarett, and picks up her long fir coat, swinging it over her shoulder. “consider it, my love, but dont take too long. you know how these things turn out.” she walked out the door, her wide hips swaying. she didnt look back.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 03.23.2011 @ 6:48 pm
id print those three words over and over again and hang them on every single wall i see. I will print print print to tell the world I love you I love you I love you. the world needs to know how i feel, and im going to tell them until my hands are covered in paper cutsPosted By Lightsandcandy On 01.30.2011 @ 1:16 pm
Murder usually wasnt this hard. Im not used to getting so sidetracked. This little girl found me, shes not more then eight. but she knows what i do, and said she had to come along or she would tell. shes a crafty little thing.
Shes sidetracking me from my duties, shes won my heart over. i want to take care of her nowPosted By Lightsandcandy On 01.21.2011 @ 3:06 pm
it was a true out of body experiance, riping out my heart. I was literally standing outside my body, opening up my insides. i pulled out my heart and i moved, like ghosts do, through walls to where you sleep. in a cushened box on your bedside table i placed my heart. it is silent around you for the first timePosted By Lightsandcandy On 01.06.2011 @ 4:38 pm
She hated that altar, she hated the things that happened at it, and most of all she hated the man behind it. He was the groom, and he was handsome, and charming looking, but she hated him. he was a cheater and a fake, she knew the venom behind his smile, and how many men that venom had killed, and she hoped to never see him again. she sighed as the priest said “you may now kiss the bride” and she leaned in a little to receive the obligatory kiss, as the groom lifted the veil from her face.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 12.24.2010 @ 11:58 pm
It was a drunk night, he hoped to get lucky. There was a beautiful chinese american girl across the bar. he caught her eye ***** He looked up at her over the sheets, and he knew something was wrong. She didnt move, she didnt breathe. the crisp white 400 count bedsheet lay around her neck. crumpled.Posted By Lightsandcandy On 12.14.2010 @ 9:51 pm