He looked down into the now empty hope chest and then over at the pile of contents, the collection of dreams and memories of her very soul, the exposed pieces he dumped into a pile on the floor. He stood up unsteadily before reaching for the bottle of alcohol. He poured the amber liquid onto the pile and removed a lighter and book of matches from his pocket. He lit the book in a single sweep, and tossed the flaming matchbook onto the pile. The flames instantly roared. He picked up his glass and walked out of the room.
collections can be of anything. tangible, intangible. collection can be a great hobby too. i have a collection of movies, not too many, but a little
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I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I would go to the moon with a collection of dolls. I basically don’t like dolls but I could always bring some cake too. Maybe a dog to keep me company. I would hope to see beautiful sights on the moon. I don’t really care about the moon itself, just what I would see from there. So I guess I should start collecting dolls now… Or just sit here instead.
Juliet
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
Molly P
My collection of swords is not for viewing pleasure. Catch my drift?
She sat there with the pictures in her hands. They were scattered all over the floor. confused and overwhelmed, she looks closely trying to remember them. She looks over and sees the man crying. She knows that even if she can’t remember, he’ll love her forever.
The collections. They lined the cabinets in a orderly fashion. They were the epitome of his life. The stamp collection from his “nerd” phase. The “book” collection that took him to another world. The “music” collection that saved his life. They were the whole and might collection.
Khadi
Her hair, was as red as fire, her eyes, blue as the sea, her skin, white as snow, her lips, soft red like a rose. He lovingly caressed her porcelain face and then put her down on a shelf, right in between an exotic doll with skin like chocolate and almond eyes, and a tomboyish albino with a sullen face. Yet another beautiful young lady for his collection…
One lone tear trickled down the soft curve of her face and he smiled with sadistic glee as he realized that she was struggling to move her porcelain body that had once been flesh and blood. He laughed a clear bright laugh and left the room. Time to look for more beautiful young ladies to add to his collection.
Mya Freeman
The shelf collected many new things over the years. Seashells, pennies, movie tickets; they all stayed, though the many inhabitants of the rental home did not.
Ari
A grouping of fine crystals, fine ornaments, with, each, a fine future. Tinkling, my dear. This fear growing, this ache hunting you down, this calmness seated on the temple ledge, this outspread joy, this falling to your death. You choose, my dear. These futures all exist, and I could tell you which is yours, but the one I say is no different than all the rest.
As you wait for deliverance, for satisfaction, watch the futures cloud your eyes, and choose that one that ignites your heart but does not let it char.
I hold a collection of memories in my head. I fill it with thoughts and pictures and laughter. I organize it into piles – of people, of times, of feelings.
We were a strange collection of individuals. We didn’t really belong together, yet as soon as we met on that fateful Friday, we couldn’t imagine life any other way.
I once had a rock collection, it wasn’t very big but it was nice anyways. i ordered some special rocks once with a book to explain what type of rock each one was. there were only 5 rocks. it was a very small collection. I tried collecting some from outside, but they weren’t as nice as the ones I ordered.
Selena
Her eyes glittered as she looked at the tray of antique brooches. At least three of them would make fine additions to her collection.
Animal skins riddled the rotting shelves. Ruth gasped as she mentally ran her fingers over their fur, not daring to actually. She wondered- what would drive this mad obsession? To be so sick to use this to fill your empty time. Then she realized- it was just a collection.
Sarah
Collection: Is it really a hobby? Or a deeper interest? People collect things from sea shells to money to photographs. It could be called an obsession, or hoarding, except its even worse- the same exact thing.
Sarah Morris
Emma glanced in the mirror. She had never been fond of her reflection — not that she considered herself bad to look at, but rather that each glance reminded her of her collection.
Scars.
They riddled the assassin’s body, marring her face and body, never letting her forget the horror of the world she lives in. Perhaps in her line of work, the world would never be innocent or beautiful, but it was what she fought for, and she had hope for it.
Logan
The collection of bodies that Jack found in the basement boggled the mind. Whoever this sicko was he certainly had been quite busy and from the looks of it, he had been hard at work for some time.
He looked down into the now empty hope chest and then over at the pile of contents, the collection of dreams and memories of her very soul, the exposed pieces he dumped into a pile on the floor. He stood up unsteadily before reaching for the bottle of alcohol. He poured the amber liquid onto the pile and removed a lighter and book of matches from his pocket. He lit the book in a single sweep, and tossed the flaming matchbook onto the pile. The flames instantly roared. He picked up his glass and walked out of the room.
collections can be of anything. tangible, intangible. collection can be a great hobby too. i have a collection of movies, not too many, but a little
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I would go to the moon with a collection of dolls. I basically don’t like dolls but I could always bring some cake too. Maybe a dog to keep me company. I would hope to see beautiful sights on the moon. I don’t really care about the moon itself, just what I would see from there. So I guess I should start collecting dolls now… Or just sit here instead.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
I collect many things. memories, buttons, friends, and promises. though they may vary in importance, all are very important. collections remind us of time and memories, so we don’t forget the beauty we lived yesterday and will collect tomorrow.
My collection of swords is not for viewing pleasure. Catch my drift?
My collection of swords is not for viewing pleasure. Catch my drift?
She sat there with the pictures in her hands. They were scattered all over the floor. confused and overwhelmed, she looks closely trying to remember them. She looks over and sees the man crying. She knows that even if she can’t remember, he’ll love her forever.
The collections. They lined the cabinets in a orderly fashion. They were the epitome of his life. The stamp collection from his “nerd” phase. The “book” collection that took him to another world. The “music” collection that saved his life. They were the whole and might collection.
Her hair, was as red as fire, her eyes, blue as the sea, her skin, white as snow, her lips, soft red like a rose. He lovingly caressed her porcelain face and then put her down on a shelf, right in between an exotic doll with skin like chocolate and almond eyes, and a tomboyish albino with a sullen face. Yet another beautiful young lady for his collection…
One lone tear trickled down the soft curve of her face and he smiled with sadistic glee as he realized that she was struggling to move her porcelain body that had once been flesh and blood. He laughed a clear bright laugh and left the room. Time to look for more beautiful young ladies to add to his collection.
The shelf collected many new things over the years. Seashells, pennies, movie tickets; they all stayed, though the many inhabitants of the rental home did not.
A grouping of fine crystals, fine ornaments, with, each, a fine future. Tinkling, my dear. This fear growing, this ache hunting you down, this calmness seated on the temple ledge, this outspread joy, this falling to your death. You choose, my dear. These futures all exist, and I could tell you which is yours, but the one I say is no different than all the rest.
As you wait for deliverance, for satisfaction, watch the futures cloud your eyes, and choose that one that ignites your heart but does not let it char.
I hold a collection of memories in my head. I fill it with thoughts and pictures and laughter. I organize it into piles – of people, of times, of feelings.
We were a strange collection of individuals. We didn’t really belong together, yet as soon as we met on that fateful Friday, we couldn’t imagine life any other way.
I once had a rock collection, it wasn’t very big but it was nice anyways. i ordered some special rocks once with a book to explain what type of rock each one was. there were only 5 rocks. it was a very small collection. I tried collecting some from outside, but they weren’t as nice as the ones I ordered.
Her eyes glittered as she looked at the tray of antique brooches. At least three of them would make fine additions to her collection.
Animal skins riddled the rotting shelves. Ruth gasped as she mentally ran her fingers over their fur, not daring to actually. She wondered- what would drive this mad obsession? To be so sick to use this to fill your empty time. Then she realized- it was just a collection.
Collection: Is it really a hobby? Or a deeper interest? People collect things from sea shells to money to photographs. It could be called an obsession, or hoarding, except its even worse- the same exact thing.
Emma glanced in the mirror. She had never been fond of her reflection — not that she considered herself bad to look at, but rather that each glance reminded her of her collection.
Scars.
They riddled the assassin’s body, marring her face and body, never letting her forget the horror of the world she lives in. Perhaps in her line of work, the world would never be innocent or beautiful, but it was what she fought for, and she had hope for it.
The collection of bodies that Jack found in the basement boggled the mind. Whoever this sicko was he certainly had been quite busy and from the looks of it, he had been hard at work for some time.