Entries By Will
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taboo
It’s taboo to piss yourself in public. I find that very frustating though. Why can’t I wet my jeans, not caring what the person syas behind me. I mean, sure it SMELLS. But, hey. Fuck it. YOLO.
-Go piss yourself. It’s not taboo anymore,
Posted By Will On 05.14.2013 @ 7:39 pm
stories
i like things that are stories. Many times things have no purpose. Those are not stories, those are boring. I an not boring. I swear. But no one loves me. Please someone love me. I want to die.
Posted By Will On 05.06.2013 @ 9:50 pm
timeline
Timeline. How often have I struggled to understand, to formulate a timeline. Whether reading history, a novel, or developing my own story, a timeline is integral to getting the experience of a story. Without a timeline, we have no frame of reference; everything becomes a jumbled mess.
Posted By Will On 05.02.2013 @ 4:12 pm
planter
magenta
anchor
vines
Vines gorw all around my face squeezing the brains out through my ears through my eyes rip my body into shreds cutting through veins and fat organs and all ripping, tear ripping me apart shredding shredding rip
Posted By will On 04.05.2013 @ 3:09 am
boots
the main thing i love about boots is the leather that makes them. They are so much better than trainers because they are actually waterproof. The only annoying thing about them is polishing them. The thing i like the most about them though is the categories and types that you get. Boots you will always be my favourite type of shoe whether it is summer or winter.
Posted By Will On 03.23.2013 @ 2:52 pm
withered
It withered and withered and withered away. The sun did just go down that day, but was slowly covered by clouds from all directions. Enveloping it, enclosing it, snuffing it out. And it sank down into the night covered in warm pink clouds.
Posted By Will On 03.10.2013 @ 9:37 pm
terrain
Terrain was all over the place. Uptown and down. Falling from the sky like rain was terrain. In brain and out brain. All now made of brown things. Green things. Foaming up from the earth.
Posted By Will On 03.09.2013 @ 11:29 pm
also
Also life went by so slow everything in slow-mo
log in sign up smoke a drink sit up wanababwabawabawabawaba wooooooo hunky dory do
Posted By Will On 03.08.2013 @ 4:32 pm
returned
to the beging of stoped hearbeats writen in the ink that flowed from backs stabbed with stainless shards find some talking theough their thoughts unreturned un returned to the library of souls this one was lost in its own misgivings return to the return with the falling for the everlasting minute of nothingness
Posted By will On 03.07.2013 @ 4:18 pm
flames
Flames cover her already scorched body bursting out from her mouth her pores her eyes and she screams and writhes making them fan out higher and hotter into the nightsky blotting out the stars with their light and warming the night
Posted By Will On 03.05.2013 @ 3:42 pm
visit
I visited my own mind last night. A dream. It was of me and my friends we were drafted for a war. We were in a foreign country. It was hard for me to think of us all dying together, but I liked it too. I love them.
Posted By Will On 01.21.2013 @ 1:18 pm
soil
The soil was soft. The rugged soldier bent down on his knee and felt it in his fingertips. It was good, nutritious soil. Mixed with many of the components required for good farmland. He put the dirt in his mouth and tasted all of these.
This was where he belonged, not in some nameless war for a faceless leader. He should be defending his farmland! Not helping his fellow soldiers burn others’ to the ground!
Posted By Will On 12.29.2012 @ 5:49 am
season
Season, this season is Winter. Not my favorite season. My favorite season is probably Fall. It seems to feel balanced, not too cold, not too hot. As a Libra, I appreciate balance in my life. I like to be in the middle, the best of both worlds. Extremes are not in my taste. I like to vary.
Posted By Will On 12.21.2012 @ 10:10 am
due
Maybe I’m due a whole lot. I’ve given enough to this world. I don’t need to be told what I should give and what I should be given. Repayment in full is all I’m asking for. Pay me to leave. Pay me to be nonexistent. I’ve tried to give you the same. I’ve tried to be inconspicuous. So now pay me for it. Give me my due.
Posted By Will On 12.16.2012 @ 4:56 pm
measured
to be taken and placed against a scale. such an arbitrary thing, purely of human invention. what does the eagle know of the miles it flies over? what does the lion know of the weight of the zebra it brings down?
Posted By Will On 11.15.2012 @ 3:05 am
arts
the conscious creation of beauty, which elevates us from the beasts. all of the senses are susceptible to the arts, it can be seen, heard read and more. the arts of the world are as varied and diverse as anything imaginable. we find arts and beauty in everything. it is true joy and wonder expressed through any medium. the arts will forever be mankinds greatest achievement. from the sistine chapel to mozarts requiem, the arts inspire everyone to a celebration of beauty. life without the arts is nothing and would be a truly pointless existence. what would be the point? without the arts there is no true expression of any emotion. it is the eternal heightener, elevating us to new heights for as long humans have been able to express emotion.
Posted By Will On 11.14.2012 @ 10:44 am
broad
The heavy steel broadsword slowly raised higher and higher. “This is it. T’was a good life, I suppose.” Thought the man on the execution block as he looked back to all that’s happened in his life. The difficult childhood, the introduction into the tight-knit group of pickpockets and thieves, the barn he called home, and his quest for vengeance fulfilled. Then the broadsword began its decent, and time seemed to slow. The man braced himself for the coming blow. He did not beg for his life, nor attempt to escape. He had accepted his fate.
Yet Fate had other plans.
Right before the blade hit his neck, a deep, strangely familiar thrum was heard by everyone in the square where the execution was held, and a black-shafted crossbow bolt buried itself within the hilt of the executioner’s sword, knocking it back by several meters.
Posted By Will On 10.29.2012 @ 3:41 am
raised
When people are raised the right way, they tend to be more successful in life. But how to raise someone the right way? That’s the question. I’m sure it’s different for everyone. It’s a matter of environment. Of discipline. Of laughter and excuses and running together through a green field after a huge picnic.
Posted By Will On 10.18.2012 @ 10:46 pm
since
Since then I’ve been a better person…I think so anyway. It didn’t change me at all, yet everything changed. Bullshit? I’ll prove it to you. Meet me. What can I do you ask? I can do
Posted By Will On 10.13.2012 @ 12:06 pm
happy
He’s dead. After so long, after so many sacrifices, he’s finally dead! Though strangely, the thief-turned-murderer felt nothing. He didn’t even feel happy. He was numb all over. What other purpose does he have now that the man is dead? He slowly walked away from the wreckage and wandered into the forest, his wolf slowly trailing behind him.
Posted By Will On 10.08.2012 @ 5:17 am
various
“There were various ways to do this. We hurt him enough to make him retreat, we capture him and force him to submit, or we can surrender.” said the gang leader.
“It’s simple gentlemen. We kill the Bartman.” said Sideshow Bob.
Posted By Will On 10.04.2012 @ 5:04 am
combine
The combination was abhorrent. It slowly slithered out of its cask, slightly pulsating. It seemed intelligent somehow, as if it had years of experience. It finally took notice of the other occupants of the chamber and it slithered over. They had caught its interest. It left a soft film of liquid wherever it went. ‘What kind of monster would combine so many creatures into such a thing?!’ the adventurers thought. They were running out of time. The creature slowly drew nearer.
Posted By Will On 10.03.2012 @ 5:27 am
signs
Signs. Our lives are ruled by them. You can barely walk 20 feet without seeing another sign. All depicting ‘precious’ guidelines for living. Mostly making you do what the government wants.
Posted By Will On 10.02.2012 @ 5:08 am
vote
What did it mean to vote? Voting gives the people more power than they know. One vote could mean the difference between another corrupt official and someone who actually cares. Vote wisely.
Posted By Will On 10.01.2012 @ 4:28 am
fawn
The fawn slowly bounded past the grove of Juniper trees, attempting to catch its prey unaware. Though he must have made a tiny sound, as the dryad morphed into a Juniper, disappearing with a laugh before he could catch her. Maybe next time.
Posted By Will On 09.30.2012 @ 4:32 am
hundred
I saw a hundred men charging down the hill, screaming battle cries. I slowly raised my blade and yelled myself. I led my group of 20 to meet them. Today we die.
Posted By Will On 09.29.2012 @ 5:33 am
