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Hello people of Earth
I'm from a place I like to call Wonderland
Just kidding, but all the post and stories are from my own little world.
Enjoy and If you guys have any tips or story ideas or constructive criticism message me. It's always appreciated.
Hello lovelies! I have a story for you.
"I can still remember
The words and what they meant
As we etched them with our fingers
In years of wet cement
The days blurred into each other
Though everything seemed clear
We cruised along at half speed
But then we shifted gears"
She sang, her palms sweating.
"We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns
But even then we should have stayed
But we ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?"
She got through the first part of the song and no one had started booing yet. This boosted her confidence slightly.
"Identities assume us
As nine and five add up
Synchronizing watches
To the seconds that we lost
I looked up and saw you
I know that you saw me
We froze but for a moment
In empathy
I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug
You gave my emptiness a name
But you ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?"
She started the new verses singing her heart out, really getting into the song.
"We're all ok, until the day we're not
The surface shines, while the inside rots
We raced the sunset and we almost won
We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on
We ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?"
She finished the last few bars only to be drowned out by the many cheering people in the audience.
As she left the stage she was stopped by a man in a suit, obviously an agent.
" What's your name kid?"
"Alice."
Hello my lovelies! I apologize for my absence, my life has been a bit crazy and I am having a serious case off writer's block :/ I'll try to have new stories and thoughts up soon
The carving was never seen by anyone but her. The carving was intricate and full of curves. The carving was morbid and beautiful all at one. the carving was worth, even if she had to lose blood. The carving grew and grew, taking up more space. It was way up, just in the middle of her thigh. It spread down to her ankle and up to her hip. Then one day it became to much and she, with dead eyes, messed the carving up. She dragged and skewered, slashed and sliced,till little bits of flesh and muscle hung off, only a small price.