the idea is not...1. Light flooded into the room. He recoiled, as if struck by a terrific blow or powerful electric current, raising his hands to his face to shield his eyes from the brightness flowing through the open window, now swinging gently back and forth in the breeze. Outside, a valley, air warmed by the sun drifting up the cliff face towards the open window, catching particles of dust in its wake. Inside, the man had retreated to under his bed, now in the fetal position, arms covering his head as if for protection from the faint imprints of nature that had permeated the room. Further inside, deep within a complex dug into the cthe idea is not...
escapismShe stared out at the sea, digging her toes into the sand, listening to the waves crash onto the beach. The light was fading. Much as she would have enjoyed watching the pink stain of the sun fade from the clouds, she knew she would have to move soon, or risk getting caught on the beach in the dark, unable to find her way home. She sighed, took a last regretful look at the horizon, and started walking.escapism
The house was only a few minutes away, but it was dark by the time she got there. She navigated by memory, feeling for the key behind a fence paling, the key that gave access to the laundry where there was another hidden key that w
untitled proseHe walks through the tunnel, under the dam wall, lighting a cigarette as he goes. As he re-emerges, he leans against the wall, blowing smoke up into the cool night air. He closes his eyes, letting himself slide down until he is seated on the concrete. He knows that when he opens his eyes, she’ll be there, perched on the concrete slab across from him, head to one side. Watching him. They hadn’t spoken for months, held back by a kind of weary pride. Each blaming the other. Each blaming themselves. He imagined her again, sliding off the concrete, silently melting into his arms. Forever.untitled prose
Lisa
Alex's worldly advice aka things I leaned in 2006
you're not a jerk
Well, it's done now
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I like your photossss.
Love,
Belle.
for shame.
ive been home for about 45 minutes now and still havent seen you, though i know you're in the house. where else would MY yyy's cd be played from?
i have news.
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