GullibleMore Like This
Near nightfall, two people were driving home. They were both men of around twenty years of age, and were roommates in an apartment. Discussing random thoughts that came to their minds, they were both content.
“Anyway, I think I’ll go check it out tomorrow.” One of them said, he seemed a bit younger than the other. He had a normal body type and was a little on the short side, his hair was dark brown; same as his eyes. His name was Jonathan.
“I haven’t decided what to do tomorrow, well, besides work of course.” The other responded. He had blue eyes along with dirty blond hair, and was a bit more fit than Jonathan.
“Well maybe you could . . . hmm, let me think” Jonathan began to ponder what his friend could do, something besides sitting in front of the television or computer all day.
“I guess I could-” Ken paused; something outside the car caught his attention. He was lucky he wasn’t the one driving, because he stare
Holiday in Denmark and SwedenHello people,More Like This
Here a small update in the journal:
What has happened in the last weeks ?
Not much ....
I got my first big customer order for a Photoshop order. I got 400 €, That converts to 516 dollars.
My hair has turned even whiter ... not because of my age, haha, I have treated with silver shampoo.
And yeahr ...
In two days I'm on vacation.
We travel to Denmark AND to Sweden! I'm so excited.
I hope I can shoot many beautiful photos.
I also have a new blog design. It took me 3 days of work.
Check it out here: http://art-as-weapon.blogspot.de/
snowglobe songIt grew in lightless dissonance. The perfect balance of warmth and wetness which would deform any suckling and birth putrescence. Here, in the dank depths of hope deferred, it grew.More Like This
They formed it with their broken voices and it strained to hear every lost syllable. Between the fragmented sounds, a constant; a muffled whisper of a melody. It sank as though it were made to exist beneath those muddy refrains.
Little mocking bird, born without a song of its own. It stapled grounding reasons to each feather and chirped a scratched-out song to dandelions in the place of clouds. Rough notes swept across the seeds. A coarse melody was reborn in those colorless tufts, which suffocated every living thing on the small bird's horizon. The sullen snowglobe burned brightly as creatures tried to breathe under the ungodly weight of a once insignificant song.
KMM Ch. 18: Smile For Me, Please? "Did you hear what happened on Koga's mission?"More Like This
"Yeah, can you believe it?"
"I know! Poor guy."
"All of these problems and then that kid dies!"
"Wasn't Koga's family going to adopt that kid?"
"I heard Misa talking about that. She seemed excited and now she's moping, but not as bad as Koga. He's seriously depressed."
Kat's heart clenched much tighter than Ryan's hold on her hand. She kept hearing all of the whispers about Koga's mission and Misa confirmed, adding more details.
Kat had felt bad after Echo and Shinra explained what happened between Koga and Camy and the guil