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Limbo Story ch 3I sit on the pillow for a while and lay back. I close my eyes and try to zone for a while. But soon enough I get bored and start wandering around. I sit on one of the chairs and gaze at the bookshelf. While I gaze, I think. Or theorize rather.Limbo Story ch 3
Why do I feel like this isn’t a dream? I ask myself.
Because, everything feels real. And plus- it all makes sense. My other half doesn’t like this.
Dreams feel real too- and then you wake up and you know that it was all a dream. My ‘all-for-it’ side has to think about this for awhile.
It’s too elaborate. Nothing I dream is this good. It’s like- e
UnwelcomeShe gazed out the window as the familiar sights of her neighborhood flashed by. And yet- something was different, but she couldn’t put her finger on it… She hoped that things would get better when she entered her home, but the cold ad empty feeling she got as she stared up at the house was not the feeling that she had had before her month of vacation had begun. The house she knew knew her as well; usually when she looked up she got a feeling of security, of belonging… In essence, she got the feeling of being home. This house was different, aloof and uninviting. This is not my home, she thought and was startled by the feelUnwelcome
Limbo Story ch 2Antigonus and I march in silence. Well, I march, he glides. He tries to start a conversation once or twice but I ignore him. You get good at that in my neighborhood. I only pay attention when he says, “Here we are! Welcome to my Moania.” I look up. I gasp. Compared to that woman’s shack, and the Asphodel Fields this place is Heaven! It has Grecian Columns that stretch up to 10 feet at least, and they are holding up a huge white marble triangle roof. Antigonus looks at me, and chuckles. “If you think the porch is impressive, just wait until you get inside!” I stammer, “The- the- Wait! That’s justLimbo Story ch 2
Sarah Pibbley-Freaky FridayApril 24, 2oo8 Chapter One Sarah Pibbley sat reading on a stone bench in the courtyard of the Girls School. Her best friend Jo Wilson came up to her and sat down next to her.Sarah Pibbley-Freaky Friday
“Wat'cha readin' this time?” Jo asked. Jo was now an avid reader, but she just couldn’t keep up with the amount of books Sarah read.
“I’m reading Freaky Friday. It’s about-,” but that’s all she got to say before Jo cut he
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Looking At The DaysIt's hard to imagine When the years go by so quickly. Where we will be in ten years. Who and what we will become.Looking At The Days
One day out worries seem far behind. But then a realization comes. "I will enter the real world alone." It's hard to imagine.
We used to be able to not worry, To live on the edge and not think of the consequences. Those years have changed. As I think of the years ahead and the paper rolled up handed in my hand.
Soom memories will only be what's left. Friends will leave eachother, Saying their goodbyes. It's hard to imagin
The Story of a Depressant- 3Ch. 3 Wait, How does this keep happening?The Story of a Depressant- 3
On my way to school I look at everything around me. It doesn’t take to long to get there, considering that I don’t live too far away. My brother and sister are playing in the puddles that were made the night before.
It has been around 6 months since I have been admitted to the hospital. I am now on a medication that for some reason isn’t really used for depression. It’s mostly used for headaches or seizures. But then again they tell me that I will lose weight while taking it, so I accept it.
I look all around me and everythi
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