Story of my Life - Chp. 7There were a lot of things going through his mind at that moment. He couldn't really think of anything specific, more like a swirling cloud of emotions around his brain, but he knew what it all boiled down to. He was a failure in life. After all the years of wisdom, after all the gathered intelligence, and after all the attempts, they were all failed. He was a Fountain of Wisdom stopped up, a wasted intelligence on mundane life with no use. He was a failed attempt. He was ready to end it.Story of my Life - Chp. 7
That black cloud that swirled so violently around his heart began to harden. He could feel it like rocks, slashing his heart as it spun so visc
Story of My Life - Ch. 6He held the gun in his hand. The gun was gold plated for some stupid reason. Who in their right mind would want to plate a gun in gold? It served absolutely no purpose. It made the gun no better. It didn't even make it look attractive; tacky would be an appropriate word to apply to the design of this gun. In the end, it worked all the same anyway. The bullet would still fly out as predicted.Story of My Life - Ch. 6
He could care less where the gun came from. Or why he was sitting there, alone on his couch, holding it. What did matter is the fact that it was his, in his hand, loaded with one bullet – a bullet with his name engraved on it. It's amazing ho
Story of My Life - Ch. 5I stood there in the shower with my mouth open, letting the water splash into my mouth and drain out the sides. I really don't know why I do that, I just always have. It was relaxing to be in the hot water, the only place I could escape from the world. From myself. My mind had done enough tormenting. I needed a vacation. The only thing I could get was a shower.Story of My Life - Ch. 5
Damn. Hot water ran out.
Back to work. Driving there, I could feel people's eyes from different cars piercing my skin like a tattoo needle, over and over again. They all hated me, they all despised me for what I had done. There wasn't a thing I could do about
Chapter 1He held the hot cup of tea between his nimble fingers, absorbing the warmth it emanated into the cool morning air. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to hold a hot cup of tea, what it tasted like, or how excellent his mother's tea was over the bland stagnant tea of the University of Magic. He had just come back from the university the night before, and his mother was eager to speak to him.Chapter 1
He pulled his gray robes closer around his fragile body as the chill morning air crept around him.
"You're so skinny and pale! Why don't you go outside more often, feel the warmth of the sun, exercise some? It might help you
GRR!!!
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This God is our God,for ever and ever.
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
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~~Kill you? What good are you to me dead?~~
I believe you've got adequate ways of getting my attention(email, AIM, etc).
Talk to ya soon.
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The Father, The Panda, and The Voicer - The Trinity of TJ
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Bullets of verbal abuse decimate my heart as I lay on the ground bleeding to death, and maybee in this moment, i am more human...
=-Garrett'
p.s. I agree with your journal
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