My head hurt. It had been pounding for days. I couldn't figure out why it was, but I knew it was bad, I used to get this kind of pain when I was younger, when they had found a brain tumor, and then removed it...What was happening?
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My head hurt. It had been pounding for days. I couldn't figure out why it was, but I knew it was bad, I used to get this kind of pain when I was younger, when they had found a brain tumor, and then removed it...What was happening?
He’d an unusual gift for foretelling deaths. Not whom, but when: exact date, approximate time. Like when Auntie May was run over by a bus; and cousin Gerald who drowned. Midsummer Day 3pm. Waiting for the news. Strange this chill and how the light is slowly fading, he thought.
Everyone hates Potty. Everyone calls him a monster. They sticked an 'Ugly Monster' note behind his back when the teacher isn't looking. They call him horrible names. Potty always comes to me and complained sadly to me. All those horrible names they called him are not true. Potty is a good friend, and kind. And i'm the only one who understands him. Why? Because I'm Potty's second head. :D
Ollie stood in the wilderness, pondering just how he'd got there. A Rope Arrow took him to the forest canopy, where he looked around in awe of the landscape before him. Steal from the rich, give to the poor...time travel was fun.
As darkness came, she brought with her all the fears.. they had so many colors.. red, grey, purple, pink.. and all that was left for me was to sit alone in the corner and hug my little black soul.
They sat together on the subway. She turned to him and said, “I can’t stand this any longer.” He turned to her with a tear in his eye, "Honey, I just bought us to tickets to paradise." With that he took out his gun and shot them both. :(
* The last thing i remember was falling down the stairs.
she looked at me and said, Hello are you ok?
I looked back and said, i guess, Who are you?
Oh i'm just here to take you.
Take my where?
I looked at her ankh and started to cry....
The only thing she remembered was the bird. Tall, grey and yellow-eyed, it pecked the little fingers one after the other. It made her sick to witness this, but there was nothing she could do. She wished that it was just another nightmare that she could wake up from and never remember again.
At times like this, she wished she could cut her overwhelming happiness into small pieces- like chocolate. Pack them up like Christmas presents, eat some of it and save the rest for the bad times- the times of extreme sadness that ended up as breakdowns. The times when she cried.
“Hey!” she yelled at the old man on the bike riding right past her bathroom window. He just kept on going as if he heard nothing that she said. With a catch of her breath she watched as he plowed straight into the bougainvillea, fell and lay prone on the ground.
I came to know him as my friend. Together we explored the mind, peering into realities that cannot have previously been imagined. And we grew together, spending years together. And we returned to the world of community conversing in high spirits about the purity of life – and pitying the masses who call us mad!
That was mean, Riesa. And I don't ride bicycles.Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
how did you know, Doggy?
“The police are as likely to be able to deal with a dead man in my bougainvillea as anyone.” His skin stretched taut over his facial bones, and she saw that he once had been a handsome man. “What the hell was he doing on a BIKE? Crazy, most likely.”
Time pased slowly by as i looked from my spot at the garden to see what was going on with the old man that had just rode his bicycle to the bougainvillea.
It was not a pretty sight.