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I shot him dead. by friesaregood, literature

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I shot him dead.

In the middle of the night there's a ringing Silence a little too loud, Heartbeats a little too fast. Open the window for a breeze That's just a little too cold. Hear the sound, feel the touch, of Inescapable insignificance— Maybe if I run, I can hide. Day after day, mile after mile, Every defense is worn down until Anger is all I have left and I'm Drowning a little too well.

The Perfect Present by friesaregood, literature

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The Perfect Present

"Why didn't we do this last night?" "I hate planning things." "Will you two relax? We'll think of something." The Tenze triplets sat around the kitchen table, at the center of which was a large chocolate birthday cake. In red icing across the top was the message, "Happy Birthday, Past, Present, and Future Tenze!" It was ostensibly for all of them, but Present was the only one who really liked chocolate cake. Past would end up eating ice cream, and Future just knew he had an apple pie waiting for him. "I was thinking we could go to a museum," Past suggested. "Sounds boring," said Present. "We'll add that to the list of options," said Fut

It's a Small World by friesaregood, literature

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It's a Small World

There are big things out there. It's a big world, you know? I guess that shouldn't surprise me. I've always been told how big the earth and the edgeless universe are, but it never really sunk in, you know? Because if they tell you there are 32 kids in the class, you can look around and understand. If they tell you there are 2000 in the school, you can look around and understand. But as soon as they tell you there are 30,000 people in the city and 7 billion in the world, it stops making sense because you look down the street and see nothing. It's quiet today. And maybe you take a plane trip and you understand there are 200 people on the plane

Tiny Wings by friesaregood, literature

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Tiny Wings

The light is fading. We have to move fast if we want to make it out alive. Jump, glide, fall, repeat, a viciously quick cycle that grants me not one moment of rest. This isn't real flying. I've known that for some time now, but it can't be helped. This is as good as it gets, and I'm learning to accept that. No matter how much I flap my tiny little wings, the best I can hope for is a good slide down a hill that flings me up pretty high on the upswing. Gravity is my friend, as is my lightweight bone structure. Besides, sometimes I get lucky and reach a cloud. I get enough consecutive perfect slides that the combined success sends me so far I

Clocks by friesaregood, literature

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Clocks

There's a clock there. Counting up or counting down? The numbers go up--5, 10, 15, 55, 60--but then it drops back to 0, just to start all over. And everyone is always counting down 10 more minutes. 5. 0. 60. It never stops, and maybe it never will. I've been counting down my whole life. Counting the years until I was old enough to make my own choices and eat ice cream for dinner, the days until I could see my mom again, the hours before bedtime, the minutes before class ended and the seconds before a joke lands. I'm always counting down, and I'm always counting up. Counting down until the numbers go up. There's a clock here. I'm sick of it

Heteronyms by friesaregood, literature

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Heteronyms

Within the confines of her dreams Everything is as it seems. With no excuse to hide in lies, She deserts her worn disguise. Convicted of a crooked heart, She does her time with natural art. The roses red, the violets blue, Undisturbed by alternate hue, Gently in the wind they bow, Content to dreamily allow That every thorn be plainly seen. When everything is as it seems You know you're in a land of dreams. Confined to truth and cold hard fact The world and life will luster lack. Such is reason to excuse Attempts to color desert hues with convicts fleeing from the law and does evading danger's maw, with roses red and violets

Die Beide Zusammen by friesaregood, literature

Yesterday by friesaregood, literature

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Yesterday

It is a dark and stormy night much to the delight of a certain dragon illuminated by lightning, soaring through roller coaster clouds like space is not the only thing to be traversed. Years of yesterdays fall with the rain, old becoming new, the wisdom of age slipping away until vibrant youth and foolishness prevails. "This," the dragon thinks, "is always and for ever what I wish the world could be. Reveling still in every discovery, nothing yet repeated or redone, everything in every way original." He goes back to a time when thoughts are spoken through laughter because what happens now is not yet yesterday.

Let me tell you a story... by friesaregood, literature

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Let me tell you a story...

It's as simple as telling a story-- getting to know people, I mean. Tell me a story about who you are: a Getting Lost story or a Great Adventure, That Time You Bit Someone. Tell me who you are by recounting who you've been. What amused you? scared you? annoyed you? Let's keep talking and see what happens. Tell stories, discuss lamps. Crosswalks, too? No, boring, But, hey, let's stay alive together-- RUN, CAR-- Yeah, I like that idea It works for me and you. Let's keep walking even though it's cold, my feet hurt, I'm a little tired. Your jacket helps and I focus on the sound of your voice, the soft rhythm of spe

When we said 'Burn it' by friesaregood, literature

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When we said 'Burn it'

When we said "Burn it" I imagined great tongues of fire eating through the paper like a dragon as angry as I, a bitter spirit fueled by vengeance. Paper flowers will go up in flames, I thought, not knowing how things worked. I imagined I would strike the match and seconds later his gift would be gone as if it never existed, as if we never existed, as if the way he used to care didn't matter anymore, Gone. So when the first match hit the rose and fizzled out I was, to be honest, surprised. The next one will do it, I thought, and struck another. It flared red for one hopeful instant, but contact with white petals snuffed i

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I shot him dead. by friesaregood, literature

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I shot him dead.

The Perfect Present by friesaregood, literature

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The Perfect Present

It's a Small World by friesaregood, literature

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It's a Small World

Tiny Wings by friesaregood, literature

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Tiny Wings

Clocks by friesaregood, literature

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Clocks

Heteronyms by friesaregood, literature

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Heteronyms

Die Beide Zusammen by friesaregood, literature

Yesterday by friesaregood, literature

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Yesterday

Let me tell you a story... by friesaregood, literature

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Let me tell you a story...

When we said 'Burn it' by friesaregood, literature

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When we said 'Burn it'

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A Sonnet by thespes, literature

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A Sonnet

I fear, my love, that you have lost your sight, For, though I stumble, tumbling to the Earth, You call me wondrous graceful and delight In me, as in a gem of priceless worth. I think, my love, you can no longer hear, For, though I mince and mash all that I say, You swear my voice is pleasant to your ear And listen to me chatter all the day. I know, my love, that you have lost your mind For, when I sigh with love forever true You turn and smile and reply in kind And swear all other women to eschew. But even though your senses all have fled Fear not, my love, you've gained my heart instead.

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Stranger by friesaregood, literature

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Stranger

I was eight years old when he showed up at our door. I could tell just by looking at him that he was tired and hungry, and that surprised me. The only other people I had met in my life were all well off. He, obviously, wasn’t. His clothes hung across him in baggy tatters; I wondered how long it had been since he had been able to fill them out. His skinny back was hunched forward and thin fingers rubbed pale arms as he spoke quietly to my mother. I looked up from my toys, curious, and saw that he wasn’t looking directly at her. He seemed to attempt eye contact a few times, but his gaze always slipped back down to the floor. After a

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Just in case you couldn't tell by my gallery, I'm primarily a writer. For me, it's the easiest form of art to create. It's hard to write something that everyone will like, but if you see something you enjoy, please let me know. :)

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friesaregood

Jan 23, 2013

I'm...back?

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~InklingsOfOblivion (https://www.deviantart.com/inklingsofoblivion) tagged me, soooooo here goes. :) Rules 1. You must post these rules (very, VERY Important ) 2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer. 3. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. 4. Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him. 5. No tag backs 6. No rubbish in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this." You legitimately (AKA, really, truly with all honesty) have to tag 10 people InklingsOfOblivion (https://www.deviantart.com/inklingsofoblivion)'s questions: 1. Would you consider yourself a morning or evening per

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friesaregood

Dec 8, 2011

Quick Update

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I failed NaNoWriMo with 25k. I'm going to Germany in two days. Life is good. That's an understatement.

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friesaregood

Oct 28, 2011

Mr Ian Woon

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NaNoWriMo is coming up, you guys! Are you ready for it? I AM. I've got a new notebook and everything. Actually, I need to buy some new pens. I'm going to be writing my novel by hand. Why? 1) Typing too much makes my wrists hurt 2) I want to do most of my writing at school (in class) 3) I like filling up notebooks 4) I think my handwriting is pretty So there you go! I have a feeling I won't complete my story in 50,000 words, so if I need to I might even continue into December. It depends on how worn out I am. I AM SO EXCITED, YOU GUYS. NOVEMBER IS MY FAVORITE MONTH OF THE YEAR. LET'S DO THIS.

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InklingsOfOblivion

Jan 13, 2013

You've been tagged! [link]

I did it!

I will go have a nosey

Lord-Ivan

Nov 21, 2011

Forfieting from take flight? For shame

(No offence intended. Just a little disapointed that one of the competitors dropped out already)

friesaregood

Nov 21, 2011

I'm sorry. I've never been as busy as I have been this month, and I had literally no time to work on it. Any entry I submitted would have been rushed and not worth reading. I regret not being able to devote more time and attention to the tournament, but it wasn't possible.

Lord-Ivan

Nov 22, 2011

All good I suppose

Hope your life gets less hectic soon then!

friesaregood

Nov 23, 2011

Thanks