Earth dragged in a shuttering gasp from the airless void. Her core ached as the void permeated her every being. Her children's bones, like grim lights glowing against her dark cold skin hung from her, shockingly white veils of mourning strewn across her surface, dead before birth. With burning, dry eyes, she rose her head, darkly gazing at the wonderous successes of her fiery elder. The stars, his children, shone and twinkled in the heavens. They spoke with one another of only the highest matters, those scholars of the skies and their voices whispered a saintly tune. Jealous, she turned to her brother.
"How do your children sing so
Look! Up in the sky! Its a bird! Its a plane! Its Superman! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap over tall buildings without getting his spandex in a bunch! Superman has been the hero of heroes, being the first of countless caped crusaders. He never kills and never fails but is this honestly the kind of model we want future generations to emulate? It is true that hes the big blue boy scout; supposedly noble in every way, but do we really want our kids chasing after such unrealistic goals? The man flies, runs at super speed, and can bounce bullets off his chest W
Erik's discovery
Under the starlight I stared, ashamed, at the mask, the cover that hid the hate deceit…and the pain. Half a year had almost pasted since the fire. The flames that I had caused, destroying everything I had held dear. The music, the magic, and the love. Opera Populaire still stood but it was nothing but a shell housing metal frames that once were numerous velvet chairs…statues…the stage. Oh, the stage! The stage was my battleground bringing triumph and my crippling defeat. I ran my fingers through my hair continuing to stare at the shadowy thing in my hand.
Throwing down the mask from my perch upon the wind-worn statue, I yel
Earth dragged in a shuttering gasp from the airless void. Her core ached as the void permeated her every being. Her children's bones, like grim lights glowing against her dark cold skin hung from her, shockingly white veils of mourning strewn across her surface, dead before birth. With burning, dry eyes, she rose her head, darkly gazing at the wonderous successes of her fiery elder. The stars, his children, shone and twinkled in the heavens. They spoke with one another of only the highest matters, those scholars of the skies and their voices whispered a saintly tune. Jealous, she turned to her brother.
"How do your children sing so
Look! Up in the sky! Its a bird! Its a plane! Its Superman! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap over tall buildings without getting his spandex in a bunch! Superman has been the hero of heroes, being the first of countless caped crusaders. He never kills and never fails but is this honestly the kind of model we want future generations to emulate? It is true that hes the big blue boy scout; supposedly noble in every way, but do we really want our kids chasing after such unrealistic goals? The man flies, runs at super speed, and can bounce bullets off his chest W
Beaming, I stepped out to where Erik could see me.
Voila! I announced with a flourish of my arms. Bon? Good? He turned and a small amused smile twinkled on his lips.
Magnifique, He replied. Bon. I gave him a big Cheshire cat grin then pranced away to the broken mirrors so I could see myself better. I spun around in front of them. Several days ago, about a day after he started teaching me French (it may be French. I noticed It had a frenchie sound to it when I really thought about it), I had expressed to Erik that I needed some clothes. He seemed to agree and had given me two pairs
Two days had passed since the girl had awakened. She was recovering wonderfully though she still clutched her head whenever she tried to stand. Nonetheless the day she could leave was all too far away. Having her here reminded me too much of Christine even asleep as she was now. Softly I tapped out the Mozart I had heard my beloved sing so many times. I could almost hear Christine's voice dancing in the air; rising and falling as it twirled…I stopped. Now I remember why it has been so long since I've played the piece. Now I know…I stood, my hands clutched into fists beside me, my heart pounding in my ears. In a sudden rush of fury I shoved th
The child sank back into a drug-induced sleep, the smile lingering momentarily before melting away… I sighed, relieved, and return to my work. I almost had removed the bullet using a pair of makeshift pincers I had fashioned out of a dense wood… finally the bullet relented and I brought it out into the light. The metal glinted silver in the candlelight…strange…I had always thought bullets were a bit bigger…the metal seemed wrong…I shook my head to rid myself of the suspicion and sleep. Later, I reminded myself. Now for the head wound...I lifted a candle to better see the girl. Earlier I had released the mass of thick mahogany curls from the
:milk:Don't cry over spilled milk. One of the oldest sayings in the world but what would change if it weren't just plain old boring white milk, what if it was chocolate milk. I would pitch a freakin fit. I love chocolate milk and unless you're lactose-intolerant everyone want more of it. But it would be completely different if it was chocolate milk that came out of the cows. If it was chocolate milk that was everywhere, the tides would probably turn. Regular milk would be the special one. So then all the poor jugs of chocolate milk would look on as the kids in the stores threw tantrums over their white counterparts.
So what made me think of
Dear Neko:
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our affair is over. I think I realized it when I threw up outside of Chicago and I saw you drive out my best friend. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand the middle-east. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember Oprah Winfrey imitations.
Greetings to your freaky family
-Cherry Blackwell-
I'm not gonna tag anyone so anyone who wants to do it
I got a minor project in my college writing class that isn't even college worthy. So the subject of this project is to collect information and interview
I've written a great big steaming pile of nothing for this account. I've been doin some RP stuff with :Water-Earth-Fire-Air: You can check it out here at :CherryisaFruit:)but thats about it...I really need to get crackin or i'll lose ma touch. Anyhoo, enough of the self-pity/disappointment/utter stupitity. I'm going to tell all of you about my menial life experiences
Yay!
Lets see. How to start...I'm a senior now? Yea. I actually have a job that i'm starting this very morning. Woot. Hooray for retail. Um. heehee i know!
All you boys out there lookin for a piece of this, keep movin! This peice of meat is off the market cuz CHERRY HAS A BO