rangerofpower
The clock ticked, as he pounded away on his old keyboard. One line down. Now two. Ah, back to one, the second wasn't very good anyway. So much for an easy paper. It's three now, he still needs another page. He sighs, exhaling with melodic tap of the clock.
The sweaty translucent globs of sweat snaked down her neck. Her fingers shook, nervous she clutched the mic.
The letters spilled out of her mouth. "Geometric, G-E-O-M-E-T-R-I-C-K, geometric."
She knew. She knew as soon as the fading kuh sound left her quaking lips to meet the deafening silence of a sweaty crowd that she had made a mistake. She held back tears.
Jagged terrain. Rough terrain. Soft terrain. Mountainous terrain. The landscape of the world.
The variety of methods know to Mathias were worthless. He had never been in this situation before. The girl was on the floor unconscious, partially hidden under the remnants of a coffee table. Mathias stood still. Then, slowly, he picked up his glass and placed them in his pocket and left. As his car hurried farther and farther away from the apartment Mathias began to shake. What had he done
Both of us walked down the path. We didn't know where we were going or why we walked, but we walked anyway. We stumbled over stones, tripped over trees. We were an ugly sight. We did not stop walking though, we never have.
I like to cook. It is a fun thing to do with friends and with family. My brother really likes to bake, but he is not very good at it, unfortunately. Otherwise I would probably be really fat.