They were untouched Drops of water, heaven sent, poured onto the cracked concrete, breathing a dull, constant roar. The world seemed to exhale all at once, wind brushing leaves, car tires splashing puddles, thunder rolling somewhere miles away.And yet they were untouched.A sudden cacophony of bells and chairs and doors, opening, closing, clanging all at once, broke the eerily calming silence with one fell swoop. Laughter and voices and beeps carried out and around the building, filling the air with new sounds, new dreams, new prospects.And yet they were untouched.Silence lay beaten and battered, soaked in rain as people poured outside in their jackets wi
RIP baby girl -- Last Words I knew things were different that day you came downstairs. Usually when you came down, you were visiting your brother, or bringing me outside so we could hang laundry together in the sun. Not that time. That time you came down and sat with me on the floor. We were together for half an hour, you would pet me, and I gave you kisses and purred for you because I missed you, but mostly to comfort you. I knew things were different, because this time you were crying.You came down more and more often after that. Every time was when we were alone. You would do pointless little things, walk into the laundry room, walk back out, wander and look for me
Ashes to ashes Ashes to AshesA one-act play by Lily Penney. "Sometimes people get picked on for being just them. We all need to learn to be a little more open to difference, and a little more open to being a friend."(Open.A hall in a typical high school, posters on one side, lockers to the other, many students roaming the halls. Pointless banter and noise surround them—zoom on Jake. He is average height for a teenage boy, medium-length black hair, stylish clothes, standing at a locker, locking it. Two boys approach, both wearing rugby jackets. Nick is taller, short cropped brown hair, John is only a few inches shorter, and has short cropped blonde h
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When I think of something witty to say, I'll let you know.
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When I think of something witty to say, I'll let you know.
Yay for improvement!
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'Old songs sound like memories'
- Sasha Lynn Stowers -
'If you want to be happy, be'
- Henry David Thoreau -
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When I think of something witty to say, I'll let you know.
P.S. You should draw a pic of Ethan soon...
So perhaps I could drool over him.
It's just a thought
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'Old songs sound like memories'
- Sasha Lynn Stowers -
'If you want to be happy, be'
- Henry David Thoreau -
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When I think of something witty to say, I'll let you know.
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I plan to do a more general one with just pictures I've drawn in the past 4 years.
I'm glad I've inspired you. :3
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