and here i am
I love softball, literature, writing prose & poetry, caramel waffles from Netherlands and Swedish meatballs. :3 Oh, and by the way, these 3 men are gorgeous: Alexander Skarsgard, Josh Holloway, Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
01. The Art of Fiction by John Gardner
02. And This Is True by Emily Mackie
03. Ada or Ardor - A Family Chronicle by Vladimir Nabokov
04. The Dead-Tossed Waves - Carrie Ryan
05. Close to the Knives - David Wojnarowicz
Day Fifteen - A Fanfic
A young man, of no more than ten and nine years, took it upon himself to impose a house rule, that of which everyone uproariously cried in a frenetic furor.
No more daylight? They screamed,
No more working? They shouted;
Oh what shall we do for food? The women lamented, with their arms languidly crossed over their bosoms as the somber voices of men carried on rife-riddled discussions in the town hall.
I’ll tell you what you’ll do, you fat cows, the man bellowed, his timbre still tinkling with the wind-chimes and flutes of his younger days; this here, a mere boy, bossing around the women of the town!
Oh no, no, this shall not pass, they proclaimed, and they marched right down to the man’s home, which was surrounded by a swathe of fat furry stumps and cotton ball fluffs of foliage.
Behind the expansive greenery, they found trod, feet harried and unknowing, upon the musky dried cum of the young master they so valiantly prosecuted; the hard translucent globules that now beheld his frozen white soldiers were crushed under solid-footed thumps of heels and slippers.
This small town thought their homes full of lacey virgins and stout brave generals soon to lead their land to victory. How disillusioned were they, for the cherries had long been plucked from the leaves of the trees, and the boles of said trees had already been many the place for some mutual back-scratching.
So when the folk came to know of this, when they happened upon that impetuous young man caught in the throes of primal ecstasy, with a pubescent, floral-limbed nymph melded to his man, they roared and roared and roared.
Like savages staking a boar, they swarmed the stalwart man who in their eyes was now a piece of steak, and they stabbed him, their stilettos making sounds of sharpening shanks and shivs.
Oh, Lord, the man’s father breathed, watching the almost blithe crowd of women rampaging like behemoths. Pray, crows, go your way.
And the next day the murder of crows did go, with nary a caw or a coo. Silent sentinels of sin and sorrow, they slid away into the gleaming eggshell of the sun, and lo and behold, from tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow no one even remembered that preposterous young lad.
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Monday, April 26, 2010
Day Fifteen - A Fanfic
I don't read fanfiction, so a short passage written by yours truly will have to suffice.
(The effing thing is too big for my Paint document so I shall just have to copypaste it here =.=)
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So there in lay a time, where the murder of crows took flight over the lauded land where things never happen. Smuggled behind the dark desolate depths of drug deals, tucked away behind stunted cherry trees cupping bushes where young people fucked, crows flew and dropped and died and blew away the dusty air of that fair land.
People saw the crows as a bad omen; their rowdy young’uns were kept away as the birds undulated across the sky; bow-legged humpy women who had been advised, steely-teethed, to stay home, waddled dandily outside to see the passing of the murder.A young man, of no more than ten and nine years, took it upon himself to impose a house rule, that of which everyone uproariously cried in a frenetic furor.
No more daylight? They screamed,
No more working? They shouted;
Oh what shall we do for food? The women lamented, with their arms languidly crossed over their bosoms as the somber voices of men carried on rife-riddled discussions in the town hall.
I’ll tell you what you’ll do, you fat cows, the man bellowed, his timbre still tinkling with the wind-chimes and flutes of his younger days; this here, a mere boy, bossing around the women of the town!
Oh no, no, this shall not pass, they proclaimed, and they marched right down to the man’s home, which was surrounded by a swathe of fat furry stumps and cotton ball fluffs of foliage.
Behind the expansive greenery, they found trod, feet harried and unknowing, upon the musky dried cum of the young master they so valiantly prosecuted; the hard translucent globules that now beheld his frozen white soldiers were crushed under solid-footed thumps of heels and slippers.
This small town thought their homes full of lacey virgins and stout brave generals soon to lead their land to victory. How disillusioned were they, for the cherries had long been plucked from the leaves of the trees, and the boles of said trees had already been many the place for some mutual back-scratching.
So when the folk came to know of this, when they happened upon that impetuous young man caught in the throes of primal ecstasy, with a pubescent, floral-limbed nymph melded to his man, they roared and roared and roared.
Like savages staking a boar, they swarmed the stalwart man who in their eyes was now a piece of steak, and they stabbed him, their stilettos making sounds of sharpening shanks and shivs.
Oh, Lord, the man’s father breathed, watching the almost blithe crowd of women rampaging like behemoths. Pray, crows, go your way.
And the next day the murder of crows did go, with nary a caw or a coo. Silent sentinels of sin and sorrow, they slid away into the gleaming eggshell of the sun, and lo and behold, from tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow no one even remembered that preposterous young lad.
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