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It was raining. Keith was standing right under the window and shouted Meryl:
- How don't ya understand! Now I do everything! Anything!
She stood in her room by the window and listened to it all. She wanted to forgive him, but she did not know whether it is right. But our story does not begin with this rainy evening. It started about three months ago, on a warm sunny spring day on the street.
As you understand, it was spring. Meryl sat on the grass beside the road, this little fenced-clearing and a low stone wall. She lay down on it and admired the sunset. Around her lay something. It was a skateboard. She tried to learn to skate on it. But it nothing happened, and she sat down to rest.
Keith just was walking, just like always. He liked to walk around spring evenings.Then he paused for a moment and saw the silhouette of a female near the fence. He walked silently and boldly sat down beside her. He saw around her skate and ask:
At first she was embarrassed.
- No. I'm just le
CarI want to tell you a story from my life.
This happened almost two years ago, but it all started much earlier. From the first class, I was acquainted with a girl. Her name was Tanya. Honey, modest, good and hardworking girl. She was never one to offend. Beautiful baby. She loved all around, all living things: people, birds, animals, nature.And then came that fateful day before the first of September. At high speed she hit by a car while she was walking on the crosswalk with her older sister. They were hit by a car ... Tanya died on the spot, her sister is now disabled. The worst thing that a driver who got out, first began to approach her car and inspect it. Lord. What kind of callous person? Once I learned a long time I suffered and cried. I can not call her my friend, we are not talking much ... how unfair life is. Tanya, we remember you ...
EpiphanyEpiphany - is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective.
Enlightened I am now in the shadow of the sun
that creeps through my window
in the corner of my room
My situation is heightened by an awareness of an utter reality
that I have come full circle in my life so far
This realization that ma
Confessions of a Teenage Atheist: My DeconversionOn Atheism and My Confusion About Religion
From the time I could talk to the end of sixth grade, I believed everything my parents and culture told me about God. Having grown up in a devout Baptist household without exposure to competing ideologies (political, moral or religious), I had no reason to think twice about anything. When I wanted something or was scared, I would pray to God and just expected He was listening. In seventh grade, everything began to change.
When I was 13 and in seventh grade, I began to want to believe something strongly. More than anything, I needed to really care about something bigger than myself. My search didn't need to go far. I had always assumed anything my parents believed was the truth; after all, they were smart people. I basically went through the opposite of teenage rebellion, latching on to everything they sai
Real StrengthReal strength is not measured with weights, but in the ability to reach up from the ashes and fly again.
Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.
The brightest of stars, expelling and resonating the most heavenly of higher powers.
From where in the stars originate ours?
We are merely a spec within the largest machine ever seen~ I recommend attempting to improve your insight; maybe even intervene.
Have you ever seen the beautiful magnitude of solar systems grouped together over time accrued, especially when looked upon from an outside view?
The perception of scientifically proven information, live one of our greatest inventions, and so too reserve the possibility of a massive mankind redemption; dependent if we are resilient and endure: but only if we change our misconception.
Which scientific or theological explanation do you prefer, and are they beliefs built from good intention?
A greater existence rests the fate of those whom are willing to decide for themselves.
My only limitation is knowing when this will occur, which will unveil the curtain m
Thoughts on leaving our mark on this world.We all wish to make a mark on this world. Trying to succeed in our lives so we will always be remembered, and thus we do all we can to make our mark. Most of us think you must do grand things to do so. This in turn has made the worst and the best out of us. Some causing nothing but pain to others in the worst possible way while others helped people in the best of ways. Yet we all see this and we all wish it, but we all already have made our mark on this world. No matter how small it may seem. We do not need to do horrific or grand things in life. For the people we meet the things we have done in our lives and the work we do to better our lives or worsen it have in its own right caused us to make our own mark. Even I thought of such a thing. Not wanting to be forgotten to be remembered by all. So I thought that if I dreamed of ruling the world one day people will know who I was when I was alive.
Now that dream is basically impossible but it was just a dream none the less. S
Purple ProsePurple Prose – A Grape By Any Other Name Would Still Hurt If It Hit You In The Eye
Purple prose is writing that is overly extravagant and ornate to the point that it becomes distracting or unpleasant to the reader. More often than not, it is complex simply for the sake of showing off (a less charitable person might call it authorial masturbation). It can also produce a few giggles, as well. Don’t believe me? How about we look at two pieces of prose, one purple and the other quite plain.
a) Billy went to school on a yellow bus. It was the first time he had ever caught the bus on his own, so he was worried when it got stuck in traffic. Luckily, the traffic jam didn’t last long, and he got to school on time.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the above example. Perhaps it is simple, but the point it’s trying to convey is also simple. So, why don’t we sex it up a little? Let’s turn the prose from grey… to purple (I’
ImmortalWhat mere human being would want to gain the gift of immortality? Certainly not me, that’s for sure!
Call me crazy or something along those lines, but I think not experiencing the fragilities of mankind is honestly quite daunting. We are born to die sadly enough. However if there’s one thing that strikes fear into me is meeting my demise – I’m sure most can agree with me on this opinion.
Frankly I’d rather die than to live eternally, seeing those I care about constantly die around me.
The question is would you like to live forever? And why is that?
R.O. historia zycia na niby. FragmentNajpierw z jednego, potem kolejno z następnych głośników rozległo się żałosne zawodzenie alarmu. Jak echo po lesie rozniosło się w mgnieniu oka po ulicach milczącego miasta. Wybiła kolejna godzina. Obwieściła to wszem i wobec tarcza ratuszowa. Odruchowo, ludność udała się pod domowe odbiorniki radiowe, by wyszukać wśród trzasków jedyny działający kanał. Kto spóźnił się na dzisiejszą audycję nie mógł najprawdopodobniej usłyszeć komunikatu:
,,Tu stacja czwarta. Godzina dwudziesta pierwsza, dnia siódmego października roku &#%$. Sytuacja na frontach nie zmieniła się w przeciągu dwudziestu czterech godzin. Rozruchy w południowej części kraju zostały skutecznie stłumione. Zagrożenie ze strony bombowców- nikłe. Słupy maskujące na dzi
About what?About what?
Today I rode the subway. I was sitting. At the door stood a young girl. Why she got there? Maybe just was not the place, just maybe did not want to sit and ... who knows? Only she, and maybe she does not know. Why is her head is down? Maybe she's upset, and she was tired, or hurt her ... who knows? Only she said.What was she thinking? Nobody knows, but she. The most amazing thing she did not move for the time of the train. She stood there and did not move, as if she - a statue. Even more surprising was the fact that she was in the hands of a sprig of lilac. White lilacs. Why not? Someone gave her this, she tore it or to give to someone? Who knows? Only she said. All are different and so she is. Who is she? She is ..... me.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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