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The ferocity of flight took me by surprise, the catapult wasn’t supposed to actually work. It was a fiction our of delusional imagination – how can I be 160 ft above the ground? But I was, wind blowing in my hair, eyes tearing to keep the moisture of my eyeballs functioning as I saw the town pass below me.Posted By liv On 05.20.2013 @ 8:12 pm
Even in the silence there is sound. It is up to us to take the time to listen because one never knows how what we hear could impact our lives. It is important to not overlook the simple things and appreciate what we have, because you don’t know what you have until it is gone, and then it is too late. So respect the birds and the music and the crying children because it is important. It just is.Posted By Liv On 01.18.2013 @ 8:32 pm
I live under a volcano, its kinda scary. i dont like volcanos at all i used to have a phobia of them but now its gone a bit. I remember the nursery rhyme about the 3 billy goats gruff with the troll UNDER the bridge. wouldnt it be scary seeing an ugly troll under the bridge you want to cross? I think it would. I play UNDERwater hockey too. Its where you go on the bottom of the pool with a puck which is really heavy and you have heaps of gear which is quite expensive. You wear long diving fins, a strange wax glove, a mask and snorkle and have mini sticks which are either black or white but the black looks grey and not black. In waterpolo you can get dunked UNDER the water!! hehe times up!Posted By Liv On 11.27.2012 @ 11:24 pm
local i suppose you could call me local but i dont wanna be local i wanna be AMAZING! but i guess i am in my own way. dont you hate it when somebody says your unique because you are you .what a load of bull **** anyway. its sooo stupid and dumb. i bet the cavemen didnt say things like that and i have a book about cavemen too. its actually quite cool but very very dull and boring to read… hahahaha funny funny. lame i am sadly laughing at my own jokes. local i have really gone off topic huh? my time i up…. see ya peeps :)Posted By Liv On 11.26.2012 @ 8:32 pm
i live in a local village. I see heaps of people everyday there is a dairy etc i live near lily and i guess you could call her local and my neighbour, about neighbour who puts neighbour in a book like jesus i think jesus is mean and dumb i done even see or get why he was alivePosted By Liv On 11.26.2012 @ 8:26 pm
There are various ideas that one can come up with. These ideas spark creativity, artistry and originality at its finest. Being an artist myself, there are various ideas that spark my interests on a daily basis. Photography being one. There are so many opportunities in life to make our moments stand out. To capture even the smallest moment, brings such joy to the bigger ones.Posted By liv On 10.03.2012 @ 12:32 pm
side by side we sat. Just stearing at the gorgeous sunset in front of us. Not a word coming out through our mouths. But it was not an uncomfortable silence. Neither of us wanted to talk. We just wanted to stay like that forever. Together, holding hands. I knew that, with him at my side, I would always have what I needed.Posted By Liv On 08.23.2012 @ 3:35 pm
The cabin was dark and damp and dusty. Celia absolutely hated the dismal conditions the moment she stepped inside. She decided to embark on a Cleaning Mission. Stephanie, the cabin company owner, would definitely have to repay her or refavour her somehow.
Celia Gloffmyer had been working for Stephanie’s Kooky Cabins for over a year now.Posted By Liv On 01.28.2012 @ 8:52 am
I had the answer. I knew it, I could feel it rushing through my brain, rushing through the circuits.
But for the life of me I could not spit it out.
It teetered on the edge of my tongue precariously, almost mocking me.
The answer, so fleeting, already forgotten.Posted By Liv On 08.12.2011 @ 2:51 am
It’s cold outside and the night is pitched black. The midnight sky is dotted with stars and the orange torch glows in his hand as his bare feet walk down the forest floor. The orange embers of the wood sparkle and pop as the fire absorbs the wood, eating it, and producing light.Posted By Liv On 05.26.2011 @ 4:58 am
Were dinosaurs real? Or fake? Government conspiracy? Ancient lies? Fables? Or was Jurassic Park just coincidently accurate? Was it a joke? A scam? Or was there a need for an explanation of how the world came to be? When the dinosaurs roamed, there was never the thought that these might be questions asked later.Posted By Liv On 05.03.2011 @ 6:38 pm
I watched the door quiver as he persistantly pounded on it. My eyes fluttered back and forth from the trembling door to the tightly locked exit on the other side of the room. But, just as quickly as my opportunity came, it scurried away. The deadbolt of the door fell out and it gave off a shrill echo as it hit the concrete floor. My heart stopped; the sound of my breath fell silent. The door slowly creeked open. Then, it exploded completely ajar with a loud bang. And I ran.Posted By Liv On 04.28.2011 @ 5:55 pm
You’re driving down the road, and you come upon an four-way intersection. None of the roads seem to please you, so you continue to drive straight forward. You come to another intersection, but this time there are only two roads to pick from. Again, neither of these roads look interesting, so you drive on. Lastly, you come to a curve in the road. You don’t want to go that way, but it seems to be the only path left. So you take it. You had options. Now you don’t. Don’t let the road take you wherever it wants. Be the driver.Posted By Liv On 04.25.2011 @ 7:02 pm
An aoustic guitar takes you to a different place than most other instruments. It takes you to a hollow cave where you’re words bounce off the walls like rubber. Anyone can hear you, but your movements are drowned out by the dripping water. The mouth of the cave is covered in strings that when plucked, reverberate throughtout the entire enclosure. This is the kind of rush that guitarists get.Posted By Liv On 04.18.2011 @ 6:27 pm