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dark silent night.
In the silent night,when people sleep.people dreading the thought of a another tomarrow.closing thier eyes.slowly drifting off to somewhere unknown.everything is quiet,excecpt for the sound of someone silently crying,sitting in a corner,wondering,will i be loved and cared for someday.everything is quiet in the dark night,the wind blowing silently,the autumn leaves whispering with the wind as they slowly glide to the ground.the moon is full,bright with a glow,as i walk alone on the streets,knowing i am alone with the exception of my shadow and the glowing moon staring down at me.with nothing but the wind to carry me home.but what home?which home?i have no home that i belong to.just a place i go to because i am made to stay there.but where is my true home?where i belong,where i am acepted,where i can roam free without a care in the world.I keep wondering as i slowly walk alone with the rhythm of wind in the dark,silent night.with no one around except my shadow and the moon.
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wandering in the night, staring up at the moon. Where do i belong? Where is the place that i feel safe? I want to sleep my worries away, but i know that cannot be done...
I totally luv that!!!!! I luv everything you write!
Nice..
very very morbid and AWESOME!! I LOVE IT!!! ILL TOTALLY READ THE NEXT ONE!!!
oh lonesky i heart all your stuff you write!!
that's good
that's good
Thats beautiful! the scene you get , of the night sounds so calm ....*pop*
thats soo sad!!! but i like it!! but its soo sad!!!
wow i can so relate when i dream such horrors. 5 stars (^-^)
no don't listen to what others say,i thought this was great!!! keep writing can't wait till the next one comes out!!!! (and they are probably just jealous cause they can't write as good as you.)
oh well.just wrote it for fun.
i hate darkness it scares me..i love light n life:P:P
Thief-Chapter 1 She was dressed in black. It wouldn't matter though; the pitch, still night could hide her even without the camouflge, and her black hair tied up in a knot couldn't give her gender away. No stars made it the perfect night. A perfect night for a robbery. She supposed there would be a few guards. The usual sleepy guy who wouldn't wake up if a tornadoe blew past him, and the skiddish new recruit, fresh from the academy. Considering she had come to the place multiple times without trouble with Sleepy, she decided to enter the building through New Guy's entrance, to make things a little more interesting. She darted past the finely chipped hedges, reviewing her almost everyday routine, and made her way to the back balcony. She remembered once her mother had taken her to a play. A woman had seated herself on top of the balcony, crying out to her beloved below. It had bored the theif, and though her mother had always wanted her child to grow up cultural and signifigant, the girl had always neglected and refused these influences. What she wanted to do with her life was what she was doing now, she thought as she fired her gravveling hook to the top pillar. It shot out a noise. Good. And as she climbed up the skinny cord and planted herself on the expensive, marbled structure, New Guy ran through the hallway, screaching to a halt when he saw the tall, dark figure leaning against the doorway to the balcony, he froze. Suddenly, his five year training at the police academy seamed of no importance, for he had no idea what to do. Dumbstruck, he raised his pistol and managed to choke out a warning. Obviously not convinced, the figure advanced toward him. He should have shot her then. Jumping over him to the portrait behind him, she swung it off the wall and whacked it into his back in one, fluent motion. The man tumbled to the floor, but rose quickly. Wouldn't matter. She was gone. He cussed at his foolishness, and went over to the glass case that contained the alarm bell. He reached over to get the tool that was hanging so you could get inside to the alarm. Where was it? Where was the hammer? DONG! And then, PLOP! The girl dropped the hammer from the ceiling, where she crouched, causing New Guy to drop, unconcious. Child's play, she thought, walking away while twirling New Guy's gun in her hand. Child's play. Other chapters in my portfolio. Of Course-YOUR FICTION IS SOMETHING TO BE MENTIONED! GREAT IMAGEREY. NICE CLOSING
sigh...no offense-but this sounds like all of the other emo fictions-or gothic-im sorry but im so tired of people being awed by this stuff! its so common and though the imagery you used is suberb, the other words tended to babble. all in all, 4 stars. sorry-but i AM one to critique. what can one do?
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just something i thought of.