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it was quick and dark, took everything in its path. Spiralling towards an unknown abyss Left nothing but destruction behind.

Posted By Nathalie On 03.27.2013 @ 4:41 pm

Signals. They were signals. All of them. How hadn’t he noticed before? Signals, everywhere. That was what it all was. It all seemed so familiar suddenly… it was /her/, he hadn’t seen her in a while… a long while. Ever since she died… and now she was reaching out to him… through cold, moving objects, through paranormal activity. He suddenly was scared no longer.

Posted By Nathalie On 03.06.2013 @ 1:32 pm

The flames licked at her body. It hurt. It really did. What was she to do? She had to think. Think damn it. Think. The girl tried to get away. But she couldn’t. Fire. There was fire everywhere. How had this happened? How had she ever gotten in this situation?

Posted By Nathalie On 03.05.2013 @ 2:03 pm

of prom, being the top of my class, being the best. It is what i would like to be, give myself the opportunity to be the best and succed in what i want and be who i want to be.

Posted By Nathalie On 11.07.2012 @ 4:06 pm

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Posted By nathalie On 10.14.2012 @ 9:55 pm

I am often afraid… Well let’s rather say I used to be afraid all the time. \but it seems pointless, because there are not that many scary things in this world… And if you don’t go jumping off windows, then there’s nothing to be afraid about. Fear is the enemy of change and comfort… Don’t be afraid, it will be ok…

Posted By nathalie On 09.24.2012 @ 5:33 am

the night as dark as light, as light as all the colors. As opposites that contrast, that compliment, that erase, that love each other. And just one lantern, in space, floating, being.

Posted By Nathalie On 03.02.2012 @ 10:42 am

i laugh. you laugh.

makes me miss you when you’re not here.

we sense ourselves and know ourselves in laughter laugh more

and you will be happy.

Posted By Nathalie On 11.21.2011 @ 10:46 pm

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Posted By Nathalie On 08.20.2011 @ 1:48 pm

I haven’t actually yet passed my practical driving test, which is very annoying, and even when I do I won’t be able to affor a car, so that’s even more annoying. Anyway, I’m sure one day driving will be very useful for me, but at the moment I’m just enjoying being a pedestrian and going placed by train.

Posted By Nathalie On 08.10.2011 @ 6:03 am

She was given the last chance and with it came a blue, oldies car. Not a masterpiece classic, but a crap-filled, dog-shit smelling mess. She took it with pride and drove it all over town. It was in it that she had her first kiss – with her first love. They were married on Tuesday.

Posted By Nathalie On 07.02.2011 @ 12:22 pm

The black smoke billowed past me as I ran to catch the train. It left swiftly as my feet stumbled and I fell, but I looked up to find him watching me. As he helped me up, I embraced him and cried, “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”

Posted By Nathalie On 06.15.2011 @ 8:28 am

I ran toward him with my arms wide open and he smiled. All he did was smile. My body reached his and he clamped his arms around me and embraced me as if it were the last time we’d ever see each other again.

Posted By Nathalie On 06.14.2011 @ 6:54 am

Her mother beamed at her and smiled. It was that same smile that spoke the words, “I will name her Beloved.” And from then on, she enjoyed her name. All of the kids on the playground had names like Ted and Samantha, but Beloved was extra special and she will always remember the day her mother died for her.

Posted By Nathalie On 06.12.2011 @ 12:38 pm

It was a sad procession down the aisle. It wasn’t how he imagined he’d walk his daughter on her “special” day at all. Tears glided from his eyes to his graying beard, a sign that stress had hit him with an extreme blow.

Posted By Nathalie On 06.11.2011 @ 2:21 pm

It was a sad procession. Her father led her down the aisle – but not the way he had imagined 20 years ago when she was a wee baby. Tears dripped down his face meeting with the white of his beard indicating the stress he had been struck with.

Posted By Nathalie On 06.11.2011 @ 2:13 pm

I painted a sky of blue. At least, that’s what I think he said. Yes, I can hear him now quite clearly… He says the sky is made of an interesting and excited hue of aqua – almost as beautiful as its brother the sea. That’s just what God said. To me.

Posted By Nathalie On 06.07.2011 @ 7:04 am

i use my backpack when i go in missions, i travel all over the world, on adventures! i keep all the necessities inside- like dora the explorer and boots!

Posted By nathalie On 06.02.2011 @ 3:41 am

I’m tempted to message you on facebook and tell you how i truly feel about you. Whenever i see you, i’m tempted to kiss and hug you all over again. I’m tempted to ask you out but i don’t want to scare you away.

Posted By Nathalie On 05.17.2011 @ 1:08 pm

The concentration camp. It was probably blurry because the lack of food had caused her some level of blindness in her eyesight. There wasn’t much pleasant things around to see anyways. She looked up at the sky hoping for the Almighty to move the curtains of heaven and show her some sign that He was looking upon her suffering.

Posted By Nathalie On 05.04.2011 @ 4:54 pm

There once was a man who stayed at home in his decrepit basement and rumors went around his neighborhood. They said he was mad. But really, he was building a robot. Then one day, the man stepped out from his man cave and revealed his invention! Except – he WAS the robot…

Posted By Nathalie On 04.19.2011 @ 5:20 pm

I’m determined. I want him. I love him. I know he wants me too, but he doesn’t talk about it. One day, I’ll get him. Just have to collect the 2000 euro his owner asks for him. And then I’ll finally have my Chanel bag.

Posted By Nathalie On 04.08.2011 @ 3:13 am

They buzz harmoniously in circles, in zig-zags. The are Far more productive than myself My favorite color is on them. How Lovely

Posted By Nathalie On 03.08.2011 @ 3:48 pm

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Posted By Nathalie On 10.11.2010 @ 9:22 am

It was my first shot of whiskey. The taste was awful and I felt completely sinful for allowing it in my system. My innocence was becoming drunk. Was I drunk? I was so naive. So this was the monster that took him over…

Posted By nathalie On 08.08.2010 @ 8:12 pm

she wears a maid outfit, dusts and brings your supper, Neil said a man needs a maid. She’s a bit of a fetish, Men dream about her outfit, She doesn’t get tired.

Posted By Nathalie On 07.27.2010 @ 4:03 pm

It was half time. I hadn’t made a single shot yet! Here I was, trying to prove myself to the world that I was some big shot, that I could to it. But, really, who was I kidding? I wasn’t meant for sports at all and that was the sad truth.

Posted By nathalie On 07.25.2010 @ 5:51 pm

It hit me suddenly! looking around the room, seeing the robotic heads scribble the same monotonous crap I realized I wasn’t supposed to be in here. I was supposed to be out there doing saving them. This is the exact “out-of-the-box” thinking that got him killed. I was willing to take the risk.

Posted By nathalie On 07.24.2010 @ 10:34 am

He says he was driven to madness. That I, his wife, drove him to madness. Ha! I laugh at the idea, he’s such an ignorant fool. Couldn’t he see my very mental capabilities were destroyed because of him? It’s a crazy thing, madness.

Posted By nathalie On 07.22.2010 @ 8:56 pm

“I want that one,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. I knew it was the perfect gift for her. The doll was her twin, same ocean blue eyes, porcelain flawless skin, rosy cheeks. Except the doll would never die, and little did she know…she was.

Posted By nathalie On 07.21.2010 @ 3:59 pm