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The Ice DanceThe Ice DanceThe Ice Dance
She looked out the window.
Snow was coming down.
It was the first snow of the season.
She walked outside, to the beautiful white. All around her. A pure, wonderful thing was coming down to her from heaven. A blessing.
Closing her eyes, she raised her head to the falling promise. The falling snow.
Her past problems came to her. Her daughter, her son, needing something to be proud of. What could she offer? She was a jobless mother, relying on irregular checks from the people who loved her children. Her parents couldn't always give, and neither could their father. What wer
by ~SmilePrettily
LomotiousLomotiousLomotious
I once had a goat
That tore at my throat.
Its gas was atrocious.
I named it Lomotious.
One day we went into the Alps To get some lotion
My goat was pulling a cart
Covered in tassels that swung with our
Lightning quick motion.
We found a little cottage
And we went up to the door.
My goat wanted some cheese
So he let out a ROAR that shook the clouds and it started to POUR!!!
And then a girl came to the door.
Her hair was blonde like the sunshine's rays And she looked like a wide-eyed sheep whe
by ~SmilePrettily
Park Benches and LovePark Benches and LovePark Benches and Love
All I have left of Grandpa are memories. That’s all.
Photographs don’t give him justice. People say a picture’s worth a thousand words. Maybe. But a memory is worth a million. Sometimes, you can’t even put them into words.
Everywhere I go I see my grandpa. The park we used to go to when I was younger. When he was younger. After he got his pacemaker, he couldn’t play with me as much, but he loved to watch me and my friends play something while he sat on a bench.
I smile, looking at the bench and remember how he would beam as he sat on this bench. I think it was h
by ~SmilePrettily
by ~SmilePrettily
Favourites
Dance of DeathWhy does it even matter how I dress or how I try when all we do is move as I try not to cry?Dance of Death
Not one person to love me now Not one person will I see again so I take out my little book and write down another name in pen.
The list of people that will forget me is growing longer everyday but it doesn't matter to me anymore They never cared for me anyway.
I don't have any belongings because I lost everything as we moved and I don't have any friends for I hurt so bad that I acted rude.
Now, when I'm tired of trying and
by ~Wooty-Tooty
Life as I know it.deviantID
| So, basically, to keep it really short and not to bore you to death while I rattle on about nothing in particular, I'm the kind of person who gets excited when revolving doors are in order. And when there is no dried ketchup on the ketchup lid. Oo! And I also get excited when we have a mango in the house and when I get more than 100% on a test. That doesn't always happen in Spanish class, but whatever. I really hope that this short, short, mustard-seed-like paragraph has informed you that I am the kind of person who can be philisophical and bubbly at the same time. It would have informed me of that if I read it. I would have been just like, oh, that's the kind of person who can talk and think at the same time. If you get my drift. |
Devious Info
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: is this asking how fat i am??
- Print preference: ??
- Interests: musicals, reading, etc.
- Favourite movie: hmm... wicked soundtrack right now.
- Favourite band or musician: band?? ... coldplay I THINK.
- Favourite genre of music: soundtracks.
- Favourite artist: i would put something down, but i have no idea what would suffice.
- Favourite poet or writer: Dan Brown (DaVinci Code, Angels and Demons)
- Favourite photographer: probably my friend. I don't really research photographers.
- Favourite style of art: hmmm... let me get back to you on that one.
- Operating System: again.... ??
- MP3 player of choice: I have NO mp3 player. i am that out of it.
- Shell of choice: for the THIRD TIME!!! ... ??
- Favourite cartoon character: Baby Blues characters, because they are so close to life.
- Personal Quote: Call someone and say, "Hello, this is Pizza Parlor, how can I help you?"
- Tools of the Trade: computer, pen, paper, pencil, brain, neurons and nerves, hands, fingers, intelligence.
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Nice stories!
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WERE SO MATURE!
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"Late last night, and the night before TommyKnockers, TommyKnockers knocking at my door. I wanna go out. Don't know if I can. Because I'm so afraid of the TommyKnocker man."
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I was laughing my head off Oh Christie beat me on commenting!
CURSE YOU CHRISTIE!
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"Late last night, and the night before TommyKnockers, TommyKnockers knocking at my door. I wanna go out. Don't know if I can. Because I'm so afraid of the TommyKnocker man."
SEE HOW I GOT SO MANY PAGE VIEWS!- [link]
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