The sandwich lay on the table, half eaten.  The TV continued to entertain the empty couch.  She’d left in a hurry; this time for good.

 

2/14



2/15

For the last three months we’ve slow danced in a burning room.

I’ve got the blood caked beneath my fingernails to prove it

Do you? :(

 

We got laughter

Strewn across July linen

On a hot afternoon

In an empty room

With sweat and the beat of a raggedy window fan :)

A boy and a girl fucked around for a little. Shit got serious. Complications drew out from feelings. In the end it all fell apart.

 

A boy and a girl knew each other since grade school. The boy loved her despite the distance. Years later she said I love you.

I'd lived in New Hampshire only a few days before I discovered a hidden trail at the edge of my town.  

I later learned that it wasn't just any trail.  This was the Appalachian Trail, the prized 2,100 mile path that crossed 14 states on the east coast.  It was surely a sight to see; as you walked its length, you were sure to discover rolling hills and lush forests.  With names like the Catskills, White Mountain and Smokies, these mountains drew even the most unexperienced hiker to their summits.  

As I read the plaque marking its beginning, I realized how lucky I was to have simply stumbled upon such a treasure in this quiet town.  

I've been staring at this clock for about 30 minutes and it has felt as though it has been thirty days.  I am so excited about leaving but my ride is taking forever, I walked down the hallway and walked back, same time.  Went into the kitchen and got something to drink, 30 seconds passed.  I made my bed, re-combed my hair, listened to a 7 minute song and still only 1 minute has passed.  This is going to be potentially the longest part of my night.  Tick, tick, tick, he said 3:30 it's 3:31 he's a minute late, I wonder if there's something wrong. Ding Dong, oh that must be him, I should probably get dressed.
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In a valley covered with rhododendrons, near where white meltwater splashed lay a cave. There was a lot noise in the woods, such as the stream hitting rocks, the wind whipping around the pine branches, some insects chirping as well as birds. From time to time the wind would bring occasional gust that would make it groan like a cello.

The sunlight would bring lemon-gold color over the forest floor in between leaves. The light was never still as mist would brush among the treetops. It would illuminate the light coming in. There was a narrow path near the milky stream which came from a village. It led to a dilapidated shrine near a glacier where silken flags whip from strong and heavy winds from the mountains,

Pull in case of fire not in case of boredom.

In this edition of story of my scars we are today going to cover how I got the circular scar on my hand. I was u for a nice bike ride one day, it was a beginning to a very pleasant and mild summer. The sun was bright and the temperature was a mild with no humidity. I was about 12 years old and I went outside to go on a nice ride with my Dyno BMX bike. As I rode around carefree, I went down this secret alley path that leads toward a shorter route to my house. As i reached the slope that goes down to the alley may my tire pops leaving me less in control of my bike then desperately trying to slow down there was sand at the bottom of the slope as I was trying to turn this lead me to do a kind of a power slide you see in movie but unfortunately the sand plus the destroyed tire caused me to fall and slide. This gave me a small circular scar that looked more like a burn mark. I didn't really learn anythign from this scar except that I should really watch bumps on my bike.

The Mustang jolted up the entrance ramp of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Fire Arms on Massachusetts Avenue, it was rented by the Reverend Sun Myung Moon in the interest of the economy.

In three vehicles their were 3 strike forces, armed and waiting for Clarice Staring as she sped around the corner in her Mustang.  Along with the three vehicles , was a battered undercover van and a car of two SWAT teams behind it. The undercover van was disguised as Marcell's Crab House truck. Starling opened the door of her mustang and snatched the equipment bag out of her trunk before heading to the Undercover Van. Her small fatigue complimented her fast paced walk. When she arrived at the van a DC officer dressed in uniform was wait in the van. "Women are always late." he said.