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She was tracking him. Tracking his phone lines and his dry cleaning bills. Bitter tears flowed through her whole body- it seemed. She wanted him close to her, and she couldnt have him. Oh how sad she was.

Ladies and gentlemen! Id like to present to you, the circus! The band played, the lights flashed. All went dark And a single lady stood in the center of the stage in spotlight. Clothed in fog. The crowd applauded when she flew into the air, disappearing into the dark sky. And all went dark again. The circus was beginning

Once upon a time. There was a ghost that lived alone in a house across the way from another abandoned house occupied by another ghost... And this ghost was very interesting and attractive. So our ghost and that ghost had a little ghost fling. But it all changed once plumes of smoke came out of that ghost's house's chimney

size

The size of the tree didn't matter, karen would sit at its base whether it was a sapling or an oak. She loved the humming of unity in the forrest, she loved how everything worked with each other to become one ecosystem, she meditated for hours listening to every bug and breath of the trees. Years later there was a news article titled "Woman found in forrest dead" She had died listening to her trees. More conscious of their movement and their tree though, then her own. She had slipped into the consciousness of the forrest, and her bones supplied nutrients. She gave up her consciousness, to be a part of the huge quiet mind of the forest.

The speech bubble floated in her hand like she was in a comic. She saw how ridiculous it would be to say such a thing, but she couldn't take it back now.

crust

The crust in her eyes betrayed the fact that she just woke up. She gathered her bedclothes around herself, and tried to hold herself high. "Where have you been, Anastasia?" "Nowhere,father. Nowhere unusual" "Its noon, you missed breakfast and you've almost missed lunch!"

swing

I would swing. Like a doll In a tiny swing Someone else's toy to play with, Someone else's gift. When would I be able to get off? when would I be able to be my own? I was just being pushed. I was just a doll. Thats how I would swing.

The compassion i feel for my fellow students is amazing. People of the past went to school in order to get a well paying job. People of the past were worried that if money was removed from society, that people would not have motivation and people would starve, but I dont want my companions to starve, they share my interests. We are pushing against the same obstacles and reaching for the same stars.

Eight monkeys are following me home from the beach. i run through the sand colored beach town and crouch behind a barrel. little did i know it was a barrel of monkeys, i'm totally dead.

level

Rick looked at me, and back down at his hands. Elise, i dont think we are quite on the same level. This was exactly what i feared, and looked across my workshp to my press. im sorry. He came close to me, and gently hugged me its ok.

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Lightsandcandy wrote about seat
“The bottom of the seat is a lot hotter then she thought it was. SItting down was like sitting on a stovetop. She knew that no mater how hot it was she couldnt stand back up that was the horrible curs…”

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