A StrangerA StrangerA Stranger
Sean Sully
A stranger appeared at my door. His black boots shone in the illumination of my porch light, and his brown hair stood out like straw from beneath his dark grey felt hat, which cast a thick shadow across his eyes. I stood in silence as his fists clenched and relaxed, the brown leather gloves encasing them squealing with the pressure.
“May I come in, Geoffrey?” said a low voice that sounded as clear and crisp as the black night that engulfed the world behind him. I felt like asking how he knew my name, but that felt like too much of a cliché movie line, so I went
A ChallengeA ChallengeA Challenge
Sean Sully
Our school was split in half. There was a grassy area towards one end of the block, and there were swings and a slide in the middle of the grounds as the grass thinned and turned to uneven, rough, dry dirt from generations of children’s games. The dusty grey changed to pocked black when the land became paved with asphalt. They must have run out of grass. This wasn’t the smooth quality of asphalt that my father drove us over on the way to school; the hard tar would be full of black pebbles that wouldn’t come out, despite our attempts with sticks and fingernails to prize them from
From the Murderer's POVA short story based on The Whole Town’s SleepingFrom the Murderer's POV
by Ray Bradbury
From the Murderer’s point of view
It was 10 o’clock in the morning. I was sitting at the counter in the drugstore, drinking. I thought about the big thing I was doing this night, I was not looking forward to it. All the same, I knew I would enjoy it at the time, the sick enjoyment someone gets from doing something like that. I do not respect myself for what I do. I plan carefully but do not think attack swiftly but do not feel. I am a murderer, it is what I do. A woman walked into the building behind me, I got a g
The FactoryThe FactoryThe Factory
Sean Sully
Phil never really liked his shift at the factory. The gigantic, empty building seemed devoid of life, it chilled him to the bone. His only memories of ever enjoying himself there were when he sometimes played cards with the other guards. Phil didn’t even know why the place even needed guarding, there seemed nothing of importance there at all. He had forever asked the owner of the factory, Mark, what exactly it was that they made there, he always got a vague answer in return. He had never really thought much of Mark’s social charisma, but he still felt that something was b
2009 already? How time flies.
Optimism
thankyoo for teh watch.
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Thank goodness life doesn't have an undo function, or we'd never learn anything.
Officially, I love you.
I hope you have fun at their concert (I found you off *TMBGirl's page, and you said you were going to their concert.) as they are AMAZING live! I've seen them twice and they are BY FAR the best performers I've ever seen!!
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"As much as I love to talk about my relationships, I won't tell you about my two-week affair with Usher." -Chris Martin
As soon as I heard then belt out Politik, I was hooked.
Screw that!
Thank you for the favs and comments and stuffs!!! (I owe you that much at least)
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If you were a gecko, you would have the BEST pick up line ever.
Think about it...
"Hey baby, I can lick my eyeballs!"
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Satan's Camaro. It's stalking me.
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I used up all my sick days so I called in dead
Pink bunnies are for manly men! Isn't that right Honey?
I thought I might as well start up an account, thanks for all the feedback.
I'm updating the dtory as we speak.
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