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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 speech bubble floated in her hand like she was in a comic. She saw how ridiculous it would be to say such a thing, but she couldn’t take it back now.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 01.14.2013 @ 12:46 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

I would swing. Like a doll In a tiny swing Someone else’s toy to play with, Someone else’s gift. When would I be able to get off? when would I be able to be my own? I was just being pushed. I was just a doll. Thats how I would swing.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 03.06.2012 @ 3:53 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

Eight monkeys are following me home from the beach. i run through the sand colored beach town and crouch behind a barrel. little did i know it was a barrel of monkeys, i’m totally dead.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 09.20.2011 @ 10:59 pm

Rick looked at me, and back down at his hands. Elise, i dont think we are quite on the same level.

This was exactly what i feared, and looked across my workshp to my press.

im sorry.

He came close to me, and gently hugged me

its ok.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 08.03.2011 @ 6:11 pm

it broke my heart when i broke my leg. i took one step in the wrong direction, and everything in my world goes spinning out of proportion along with the spinning and cracking of my brittle bones.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 07.30.2011 @ 4:35 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

There is no criminal that exists without belief, thats something the normal population can learn from, they should learn a thing or two about dedication and commitment to something that means alot to them.

they should join the people lie me.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 06.18.2011 @ 3:26 pm

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-o

Posted 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

The Begining of the second world order started when the foreign minister came to the whitehouse with huge amouts of tic tacks, and a hose containing liquid nitrogen.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 04.22.2011 @ 8:46 am

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

The man made himself comfortable in the unfimiliarity of the luxurious double plush arm chair. He looked up into his uncles ferouchious face, only inches from his. He didnt have any idea what he was geting into.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 04.16.2011 @ 12:25 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

Obbsession is my false dream, sometimes its my sin, sometimes i look at it as my mirror. its too much for me, its always enough. obsession. am i obsessed again? is this who i am? obsession….

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 03.12.2011 @ 6:48 pm

The whispers of my past buzzed like a bee in my ear, for hours they stay there, waking me up after lulling me to sleep. These memory bees do produce honey, but more often sting me. Ouch. The Bees.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 03.08.2011 @ 6:28 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 cuts

Posted 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 now

Posted 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 time

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 01.06.2011 @ 4:38 pm

the phrases only came to him in rhymes. he made millions writing raps, but his girlfriend always got a bit annoyed at him. that stupid genie, he didnt mean be *only* good at rhyming. the genies always have their ways of tricking you.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 01.04.2011 @ 10:31 pm

My route through this city was the same every time: over the rooftops of the richest people in town. Its always a challenge to avoid the guards on the ground, but they never go on the roofs. they don’t even look up! what ignorant meatheads!

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 01.01.2011 @ 9:42 pm

The last few humans crowded together comfortably around their space craft, they look up and the old tarnished sun, as a last goodbye. taking off, they go into the unknown, with hope

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 12.28.2010 @ 10:57 pm

Mythology isnt a myth anymore, Medusa has turned into Pegasus, in my own head. I bang it against the padded wall. I wish i would turn to stone.

Posted By Lightsandcandy On 12.26.2010 @ 11:45 am

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