First; I had to ABSOLUTELY laugh. I just finished reading Breaking Dawn, and upon going to the login page for MySpace, there's a Twilight theme. Roflroflrofl. Anyway. I thought about the story I've been writing, Waking Nightmare. I don't know where to begin with this... so let's start at the beginning. It started as a dream, and it's something I'm hesitant to describe since I haven't actually written...

Previous Mat had barely registered the cold absence of his stomach before Kate was laying into him. "Don't you dare act like you're hurt by the news!" she shouted. "You were the one that left her in the first place!" "Kate," Tim said with a warning in his voice. "No!" the woman exploded. "No way, I've waited so long to tell him all that she wouldn't let me ." Ryan fidgeted in an armchair,...

Just a head up about how many other (also non-related) communities icryinthemirror has posted the "Vote for me!" post to: http://community.livejournal.com/veganpeople/3226428.html http://community.livejournal.com/randomthought/22759922.html http://community.livejournal.com/bisexual/1627921.html http://community.livejournal.com/depression/7582368.html http://community.livejournal...

In the last, what, 2 hours? I have accomplished... nothing. Have sat staring at my chandeliers, thinking. You would too if you had my chandeliers, they are so gorgeous. I can't believe how much I love them, especially since they are just light fittings. If a swarm of locusts flew through my window right now and ate them, I would cry. I know I have to go to contempory tonight but I can't be bothered...

I read this and related, only I can't turn back. I have 1 hour and 15 minutes left of ballet training until my Advanced 1 ballet exam. I've cried so much this evening that I think I've sucked every essential nutrient from my body, I feel so limp and lame. There's nothing I can do now but go into the exam, with my head held high and do my best that just won't be good enough. I thought I had cried...

how no one understands that i make spelling mistakes in my poetry for a reason. :| smd, freewriters  

x-posted to linebyline  & freewriters Dear Mother, Okay, that’s it --- I’m cutting the crap, diving straight to the point. You’re keeping me in these four walls; I know what you want. That’s to keep me safe, right? Yes, yes. Of course, I know. You’ve told me this for the past almost sixteen years. I’m not a little girl anymore. You’re blind to that. You...

A picture is worth a thousand words. I want to capture a picture for every day. That’s three-hundred-sixty-five photos and each, a thousand words. Each photo is a frame. Everything captured within the frame has a story. I want to remember at least one of the stories along with those pictures. I want to try and capture at least one memory of every day so I can never forget at least that memory, whether...

I was browsing my friends' list on here and I'm in the freewriters community.  I rarely ever stop and read stuff, but this one was short and caught my eye as I was scrolling down.  Don't say hello. It really hit me.  I really have no idea why, but it just...hit me like a ton of bricks.  I'm absolutely in love with it.  Like...oh my god.   It's like my life is changed.  It's like this person...

his presence in the room brings an inner peace to my soul that i have found in no other - his smile is decidedly infectious (as he had warned me) - his laughter soothes my soul and is probably the sexiest thing i have ever heard in my life - the way his jeans sit low on his hips when he takes off his belt, the way he moves when he doesn't think i'm watching, the way he moves when he knows i'm watching...