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the rusty lump of metal was throw overboard. it sank deep into the phosphorescent ocean: past the various creatures of the deep. until, finally, it reach the sandy bed. the ship, with its exuberant velocity, dragged the anchor like a toy along the murky depths until it crashed and fused with a jagged rock.Posted By Ollie On 04.12.2013 @ 10:55 am
It was returned to me the very next day. i never sent a package that had never been delivered. i wanted it to get to m great aunt in norwich, but now, i got the mutton back. fully wrapped. i was not best pleased with rowel mails decision to return the mutton to me, but the post office works in mysterious ways.Posted By Ollie On 03.07.2013 @ 1:52 pm
They told me you were important. A God. Holy. Mighty.
When one repeats this over and over into your six year old brain, you’d take it to be truth.
Now I don’t know if the historians were blinded. I thought you righteous, I thought you perfect.
You were a king, oh right. And you sat on a throne of lies.Posted By Ollie On 02.15.2013 @ 8:39 am
her features shone out at me like a thousand suns. her high cheekbones, her slender nose. those piercing, intense eyes. they rooted me to the spot, frozen in awe. her beauty was more though. more than her features. it was her confidence. the way she wore it like a dress. i have never seen someone stand so proud. yet there was something beneath. something behind her mask of pride. fear. fear of being alone. fear of dismissal. for just like everyone else, she had feelings.Posted By Ollie On 01.31.2013 @ 9:56 pm
patience is a virtue we are all uselessly impatient beings that are like cows bashing everywher ei think of crushed potatoes when one is impatient because when you don’t allow a potato to simmer, you don’t allow it to become a good potato. i lack patience and therefor i am not a good baker or a potato patisserie or a potato chef in general. potatoes are henceforth more patient than mePosted By Ollie On 12.14.2012 @ 9:37 am
“I’m interested in you,” he breathed, lips almost touching her ear.
“I’m interested to know how your blood-” hands sliding down her arms- “will trickle down your cracked skin-” musingly drawing circles on her clammy skin- “or whether they will run down my arms and weave a pattern of circles onto your-” hands fumbling with her shirt buttons- “tanned stomach. Will you disappoint me?”Posted By Ollie On 11.03.2012 @ 9:55 pm
So a student in class says, “Framework can mean the literal idea of it–practically frame or a structure of a building. Whereas, in the figurative meaning, it can mean the framework of literature, like ‘Twilight’.”
“‘Twilight’ has framework?” My literature teacher raises her eyebrows.
And that’s why I love her. :DPosted By ollie On 06.18.2012 @ 2:20 am