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It was my second night at the hospital, and I couldn't sleep. It wasn't that I wasn't tired—I was exhausted—but I just felt so far from home. Maria, my roommate, slept soundly in the bed beside mine; tired from the endless mountain of make-up work I'd helped her with before lights-out. The history textbook still lay open on the nightstand between us, filled with half-finished worksheets that made even the most interesting of subjects dry. The barred window was positioned just so that I was denied a view of the city below, but so that the streetlamp's light still fell at my feet in silver waves. I did not want to be here. I did not

QUIZ ONE: Choose 10 of your OC's. Or ten of your favorite people. (like friends, family, or celebrities. Anyone you think is cool.) But you can't choose yourself. 1: Ramon 2: Genevieve 3: Isaac 4: Jessica 5: Nathan 6: Luna 7: Caleb 8: Sam 9:  Henry 10: Marian 1) Jessica invites Isaac and Sam to dinner at her house. What happens? Jessica forgets to bring vegan dishes for Isaac, and she feels awful, but Isaac tries to convince her it isn't a problem. Sam wordlessly watches them argue before going to his garden to pick some fruit for Isaac. Jessica gives her protégé a big bear hug, and Isaac thanks him quietly, blushing be

The Guidelines - Please don't remove these! :) 1. Pick twelve of you characters. Make sure you count yourself in there to for a total of thirteen! It's more amusing to read if you put yourself in the mix. ;3 2. Make sure you list all their names (include nicknames) 3. Once you've picked your characters make sure you remember which number corresponds to which character before you start, this will become important later on. 4. Without planning it or thinking about it, make your characters go through the scenarios using the first things that come to your mind for each one. 5. Don't feel like you have to tone your characters down~! If they'r

On. Off. On. Off. The ghost stood in the corner of the white-walled room, staring despondently at the floor as he fiddled with the light switch. On. Off. On. Off. It wasn't any fun anymore, not really, when everyone would just blame it on the circuits. On. Off. On. Off. His spectral fingers stopped mid-movement, letting the light flicker on and off sporadically, the wires making strange hissing noises as the sparks worked to figure out whether to fill the void or to remain inert. Jay's hand fell from the switch, and the room lapsed into a permanent darkness. Everything moved on while he was stuck in time. Things had seemed so bright whe

I don't believe in God. At least, not the way most do. To most of the world, Yahweh is an all powerful figure, right in every way, perfect in His majesty and unfailing in His might. I feel that He is someone else's story, revered far too much in that we have forgotten our other cultural bases, our other creation myths. I say that there is more to the world than what we are told in our churches on Sunday. There is, without a doubt, some meaning for me in what I hear at church, but I do not accept, blindly, what I am given. There is little use for me in what others say I should believe. I do not mind that others feel differently than I do on m

Slowly, like twisting ribbons, my world was burning Fire—in my angel's eyes—that threatened my soul It all hurt, but I was locked away in a haze, Away from myself and my treachery Even though I was on the fast track, All I could go was down I felt myself falling, farther and farther down (I couldn't even feel the burning) Of who I was, and what was to be, I'd lost track And that begins to say nothing of my soul Who knew what could lead to treachery? Everything I'd done would be lost in the haze. I'd been drunk before, but nothing compared to this haze And, even if, never when I'd been this deep down. The betrayal to my

The hours crawl by like ants, Stretching seconds into forever; Taking far too long for comfort Yet the years slip by before my eyes I've lost my hold on Yesterday As I grow older, I grasp at the sand Slipping so gracefully between my fingers --I cannot save one precious grain-- My feelings, emotion, and love drive me onward Life demands that I try to save my days. Alas! Living fully is the cruelest revenge As I stomp on the ashes and feel my heart Shatter into a million pieces. I put up a watery smile in its place and WALK ON. Did I ever ask you to remember my name? Well, make that a first. I know you're not used to listening

Sunlight flickered across my vision's edge Like some novel I'd written myself. Happiness seemed to be a staple crop Within this floating world I leaned back with a broad smile Everything was in place. I spun around, forgetting the people The problems  The practicalities That brought me to my hammock in the garden And let my soul at peace, As the trees dappled green light upon My black sweater. Everything was so damn perfect Everything was just in place. I can't tell you how it felt. Jubilee doesn't to my heart justice. There was something different at work there. Something stronger at large. Something dizzying, Someth