joeythomas
He taught me to read, for that I was eternally grateful. All at once colours were everything they should bel vibrant, resonating in my view, i knew how to think, like I never did. I knew how to dream because of all the mysticval worlds I could set up my transient life in. Suddenly, nothing had to make sense, so everything did
I refuse this life, it is offered to me on a plate and yet I chooose to elid this course and stumble up and down the rocky mountains, I don't want to sit and wait for the day that I end up where I know this palce will take me, regretting that I never passed the ridge to take myself somewhere new. The world may offer me one fate but it is up to me whether I shall take it, and I don't, I refuse, I will take what I want.
The machine refused the card. There was a slight silence as he looked up at the man's reflection in the screen ' I'll have another go, probably just tempremental, you would be if soeone was shoving plastic up your arse all day eh....well, maybe not' he laughed nervously and shook himself off, the knife pressed a little more encouragingly into his back
When you refuse another person you render them invalid. Why not just let them pass, but move out of the way yourself.
He pushed her back, there was a look on her face of terror and disgust that seemed to enter through his eyes and push at his heart. In an instanct he regretted laying a finger on her, but it manifested as anger, he struck out again at himself through her, she fell to the ground, clutching her breast where his fist had found her. She looked upwards on the floor, averting his gaze
I don't want to be a prude but the way she held herself just looked like she'd rather it was someone else holding her, d'you know what I mean. she just had an air of I'm better than you and have far more slaves than your family could ever wish to, about her, that was quite specific, can you tell I'm not bitter at all.
Take that off, you look ridiculous. I don#'t know why I even let you come. Lay low will you, if they see you I'm fucking dead, or worse they ,ight take away my bonus at the end of the year. you're pretty good looking,. what happened there, you used to be a little scrotum of a thing, ok, enough get the van and park it in front of the door, I don't want them to be able to leave, they'll sit through it and laugh like everyone else.
The take was far highger this year, jonathan looked up at the mound and saw it was ready to tumble, he opened the nearby garage door and began to shovel the snow into a smaller pile. He could always sell it, but he just didn't know how to go about those things, who did he contact, what price would he give it, why would he even want to be involved in that stuff.
I refuse to leave this place. The palace sings to me, it wants me to stay, I can feel it. it's voice lilts anf licks at my ears every time I turn around. Its last days are numbered now, I don't want to leave, the memories are dancing in front of me, no, I'm wading through them, so thick as they are surrounding the dancefloor where Jerry used to dazzle the girls
Just half, that's all I wanted, but I was in the wrong place and the wrong time. We were all scared, back then. There was no hope for the future, just fear of the lost opportunities. We didn't think, we tried not to, it only reminded us of what once was. When the colours were still there, when you could still hear them as they splashed against the walls
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