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Streets of FireFor years, it has been my sole dream to write to the world of the fires that consumed the dirt road I lived on in my childhood. To share with the world the way they ambled up the street, and around the bend. The way they slowly crawled up and down that road, menacing every home in turn but never daring to pass the boundary of the street. To tell all of you how a raging inferno by any fireman’s standards could be ignored by an entire neighborhood, and could allow for an entire generation to be consumed by evil. We, the baby boomers of America, have seen things beyond your wildest dreams, and because of that we will destroy everything accoStreets of Fire
by ~No-Toppings
XavierImagine, if you will, a boy entering his teenage years, and name him Xavier. He should be of average height, thusly, about 5 feet tall, and he should be slender, no more than 100 pounds in weight. His hands should be awkwardly small. His feet should be awkwardly large. His head should be able to change the world, but his mouth should never be able to speak of it. He should be the only one to think that he is any more than average.Xavier
Now, watch him progress through his school week. He will arrive at his school in the mornings, and leave in the afternoon. In every class he will maintain an average of 90 or above. After school, he wil
by ~No-Toppings
NeanderthalsCurled in the snow, the Neanderthal sleeps. His skin thickened by years of living in the frigid arctic so that the cold means absolutely nothing to him. Next to him, burrowed in to the ground, the Neanderthal’s mate lay awake, cradling her pregnant uterus.Neanderthals
The Neanderthal wakes, the wind whips at his eyes, causing them to water. His teary eyes peer in to the burrow, to make sure that his steadily growing mate is alive and well. She moans at the sight of him, but the Neanderthal, unable to interpret or fulfill her request, can only bring to her throbbing gut the warmth that he holds within himself.
Their food is
by ~No-Toppings
Sweaters?It’s my first year of high school. I’m seated in a classroom, watching the door. I guess I’m a bit early. A girl walks in. I immediately notice that she’s pretty attractive. I kind of wonder what an attractive girl is doing in Honors English class, but I quickly try to put the thought out of my head. Attractive people can be smart too. Her hair is brown, straight for the most part with a few kinks. She has all of her fingers intact, and is of median stature. Yes, those are the first things I notice in girls. She sits down at a table of other girls, and makes friendly chatter, though you can tell she only reallySweaters?
by ~No-Toppings
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A QUIET POEMI sent an epistle to the queen, by way of pigeon, would you join me for tea? And, in the autumn, we metA QUIET POEM
And traded loves, oh, our geraniums and thistles. Varying in costume and in all things, we hurried indoors. It was chilly, on the fourth of October.
The fireside summoned, we answered: I amble past, to my address’ undersized kitchen. Her grip on my shoulder was accusive, as I stirred our tea. Her breath warmed my neck; I put down my spoons And walked anxiously over to the table. She really was beautiful. I set down our china teacups, and she whispered, into
by ~awesomosity
TUNNELSListen, as snow buries my neighborhood:TUNNELS
I guess it doesn’t really make a sound. The wind whips at our backs, and all I can manage to say, as the snow pounds on my face, is “Esme, tu est mon ette e mon amoir.” I can’t think of anything better to say. She doesn’t hear me. It’s okay. I think she knows.
We’re walking to school together. It’s a blizzard out, we should have had a snow day. She falls down, onto the black pavement. I reach my hand out to her, and she grabs it and gets up, and smiles. We hold hands the rest of the way.
“Nous alle etre tard!” She j
by ~awesomosity
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this town i'm in ???????can't take no more ? ???????decadance is silly ???????you were my woman
NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE
WHEN YOU PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME
I GET A FEVER THAT'S SO HARD TO BEAR
FEVER
IN THE MORNING, FEVER IN THE AFTERNOON
FEVER
FEVER ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
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