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Many many stories fill my head. Sometimes, they’re about who I want to be. sometimes, they’re about who i was. other times they’re about who I’m becoming – or wish I could become.
Many of my stories have a girl. A pretty one. she doesn’t have a name. That’s silly.Posted By Stefan On 05.06.2013 @ 2:08 pm
The side of the mountain was covered with thick brambles and bushes. He tried to climb up but kept getting tangled in them. Soon his clothes were torn and his legs were scratched, but he kept going. He knew that there was an old cabin at the top and he wanted to see what was in it.Posted By Stefan On 08.23.2012 @ 12:40 pm
Trying to remember the days of my youth, I recalled a day when mother gave me a bag of potatoes to go and sell at a market. We were poor then, not having much to call our own. I must admit, though, I enjoyed those days. To an extent, at least. Sometimes, I long for them again.Posted By stefan On 07.04.2012 @ 1:56 pm
Tis a funny word that. We all think we can trust someone. And to some degree we can. But there is always at least a percent chance you can’t. Something can always make them betray you. We just have to sit and hope that that chance is tiny enough to escape the attention of Murphy’s law long enough.Posted By Stefan On 03.30.2011 @ 4:32 pm
Phwe. What a life. Run here, run there, fix this, do that. Its all jsut a rush. If people could only learn to fix thier own problems. I don’t have to worry about my own life AND fix your pc or update your contacts on your blacklberrly. Please people, get with the times.Posted By Stefan On 03.29.2011 @ 9:46 am
It stared at me from the corner, beckoning me over. The smell of sea salt pressed against my nostrils and kept me going closer. It wanted me to keep it with me, somehow, to carry it with me so every time I opened the door to my apartment, I would smell the same smells, feel the air, and feel like I lived in paradise.
I picked it up and tossed it around in my hand. I smiled, knowing I would never leave.Posted By Stefan On 02.27.2011 @ 12:47 pm
I stand in a dark room, no space to breath, no place to move. Trapped between feeling fear and fear of feeling, this darkness leaves my heart racing, my mind reeling. I’m stealing every moment I can, I feel inspiration upon my hands, telling me to help you understand.Posted By Stefan On 02.01.2011 @ 7:38 pm
A penny is a value to small for its own good. I’m pretty sure now the material is worth more than the value. They add up in weight, are heavy, bothersome, and rarely useful. I don’t love pennies, but a penny saved is a penny earned, and I do believe that. I guess it serves its function as an english expression. That’s all I have to say about pennies.Posted By stefan On 09.16.2009 @ 6:27 pm
you have to suspend your disbelief. or rather hold it down and kick the shit out of it for however long it takes for you to believe. Then one you’ve suspended it, the world will make more sense. how about a blue moose eating a grapefruit. with a suspended disbelief, itPosted By stefan On 11.19.2008 @ 2:09 am
wading around for the doctor in his office at the knee high section of the river where the fish run up stream to mate with other fish to drop a bunch of eggs so the fish can run down the stream out into the ocean and back up stream only to find out that the doctor isn’t seeing any more patience today. Wade to go doc, you just wasted half my day.Posted By stefan On 05.18.2008 @ 8:31 am