

Essence of DreamingDREAMINGEssence of Dreaming
Twisty turney rolling tossing Salmonella apple-saucing Careful crafted words are talking
Even though I know I'm walking Roaring tigers slowly costing
Kinda like those pizza's waltzing Bears in blue-green sewing seaming It's almost as if I'm dreaming.... Nonsense makes up perfect logic My brain is yelling "I'm nostalgic" Flying out past shepard's calling Maybe that is why I'm falling Dashing dragon so undaring Wonder why noone is staring. Doveling's dawn light slowly creeping It's almost as if I'm sleeping...


Nathan's storyNathans storyNathan's story
Part 3
Soft, that was what first occurred to him. He was on something soft. And it was bright, Bright and...red? Ah, my eyes are closed he thought to himself but did not open them Am I dead? Surely I must be. That was my neck that snapped and now I must be...Where? Is this heaven, or hell? now he dared not open his eyes, lest he find out that he had gone to hell and was about to be set on fire. He just lay there being as still as he could barely breathing, a shadow passed in front of him, and he almost flinched. The shadow drew closer to him, knelt and pressed somethi


Part 2Nathans Story (Prologue I ) (part 2 )Part 2
It had been another one of those particularly bad days for Nathaniel. The Toad was in a much more abusive mood than normal: he had missed a King Gloat in some over-priced Sweetheart Luxury Cruiser and got a serious butt chewing out of it (the only reason they didnt fire him from his job was because he was the only one who did the kind of work they needed him to do so they were stuck with him.) And of course Toad turned his frustration onto Nathaniel, who took it silently. A group of boys had cornered him in the hallway during lunch, and he had


Final RestEveryone shall see my face, No one escapes my sweet embrace, That comes across one like silken lace.Final Rest
When you fall to sleep forever deeper, I come to make you an eternal sleeper, For I am the one that they call the Reaper.
Though many have tried to hide, None can by me slide, And all in the end have failed and died.
So now when you lay thee down to rest, I trust in life you did thine best. Now it is time for your final test.
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This is my signature.
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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This is my signature.
i thought id comment u in case u get online before him
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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If I could enter my imagination, I wouldn't come back alive.
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
(Lol! Blue screen of death.)
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I am just a writer in way over his head.
Am I good? Not really.
Do I know what I am doing half the time? Nuh-uh.
Am I noticed for my writing? I doubt it.
Do I still write anyway? Hell yeah!
Why? Because it is not what I do. It is who I am.
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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