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FightHitting him was only part of the release—my joints cracking and tumbling into place as they fell into his body, his stomach, his neck, his jaw. His head cracked grotesquely to the side as my knuckles bruised against it, a glistening trail of spit sliding from the corner of his mouth, trickling over the red line slicing his jaw. My fingers gripped his neck, thick tendons and muscles racing the blood down the backs of my hands, my body seizing, forcing every inch of sinew and force into my arms, my hands, my fingers. Chin tilted upwards his eyes rested in the bottoms of his sockets, his mouth struggling to smile and his breaths hoarse andFight
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CowardOnly you could so eagerly fit the mold of everything they despised, richly dressed in your silk, in your ruffles, in your gold and silver, bearing no quality to signify you as a man, at least in accordance them. You posses none of the dignity those prisoners before you have had. No pride, your spine curved as you struggle vainly, screaming and crying, tears staining your shirt as they trickle from your chin, one, two, the third landing on the executioner’s boot. You are thrown into the wooden beam, neck missing the gap and striking the edge, dulled by the delicate throats before you. You shriek in pain and I cannot take it, and I run atoCoward
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SoldierAs I walk through the disgusting squalor of filth and stench, I many times have to force myself in to other thoughts, make a conscious effort not to reflect on what I see. However, sometimes I take a guilty, sick pleasure in comparing myself to the filthy, starving creatures around me. I have always been a sort of ungraceful boy next to the other young men I’ve known. While they are strong and straight nosed, mother’s pride and the love of their hometown sweetheart—I have been too tall, hunched, and my nose bumped and large. But here, next to gaunt, skinny-legged children, I walk tall, erect, and proud. I am strong and beautifuSoldier
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- Current Residence: Michigan
- Interests: Writing, dancing, boating, drawing, sewing, Project Runway, Mad Men
- Favourite movie: Breakfast at Tiffany's
- Favourite band or musician: Bob Dylan, Amy Winehouse, Bright Eyes, Broadway
- Favourite artist: My sister egriz
- Favourite poet or writer: John Steinback, John Knowles, Truman Capote
- Operating System: Windows XP and Mac alternatively (It rhymes!)
- Skin of choice: Um, mine?
- Favourite game: Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time
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- Favourite cartoon character: G.I.R. or Ralph from The Simpsons
- Personal Quote: Where are them?
- Tools of the Trade: A pen and paper
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People were just so blown away by my old signature that I had to get rid of it...
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I’ve always walked in straight lines because I was taught to walk that way.
But there’s something about a jaunty stride that tempts me to transgress
And take the winding road.
I know this isn't suppose to be like myspace or anything..but how have you been???
Just to add in there your an amazing writer haha..well yeah
talk to you later
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夜思
床前明月光,
疑是地上霜.
挙頭望明月,
低頭思故郷.
李白
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LittleBlackPawn
Wants to be a paperback writer!
A PAYPUHBACK WRITAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
-The Beatles
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