kingofcarnies
I've never influenced anyone, at least as far as I'm aware. I'm shy, soft-spoken; not quite leadership material. Still, people seem to enjoy my company. I guess I'm just agreeable.
Wistful: one of the strangest emotions in the human experience. Wanting something without quite wanting it, feeling that slight pull towards something far away or lost. The sadness that comes with it. It's almost the same feeling as being lonely, except that it's experiences you feel the missing of, rather than people.
Pieces of old tape, buttons, and screws. Little odds and ends. It was a collection of unimportant, easily missed objects. He loved those sorts of things. Things easily missed or overlooked, but that had once been part of something larger than themselves.
The officer stared at the girl coldly. She was on her knees, afraid to even look up. The officer gave a few short commands to his men. They made no sense to the girl.
He leaned down and pressed his hand into the soil. It was hard and very, very cold. Tremors ran through his weak body; he knew he could go no farther. Laying flat beneath a cold, yellow-grey sky, he let his eyes close at last. A harsh winter wind blew across the empty tundra and over his still form.
He shows you a world you could lose yourself in, a world that is more beautiful and terrifying than anything you have ever seen. You love him for it, intensely, and promise that however long it takes, whatever you have to do, you will work until you can give him a world all your own. One that matches his in majesty.
The cool glass of eggnog did little to sate her thirst, but it was creamy and comforting. And it was delicious. The holidays just weren't the same if there wasn't a steady supply of the stuff.
He pushed his foot harder against the break, his hand sweaty on the gearshift. His heart pounded and adrenaline rushed through his body. He had waited years for this. Today, he was determined to shine.
All too soon we grow up. Leave home with grand ideas and adventurous plans. We take for granted those years when we were children, living in the comfort and safety of our parent's warm homes, and think we will only find more of the same. And each and every one of us is mistaken.
Out of all the shapes I know, the square is my favorite. It's very orderly, precise. No strang angles, no wobbling sides. It's dependable.
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