Silent room. It was cold in there, and had no ceiling gleams. She just realized this, herself. That there were no ceiling gleams. The only source that lit up the room would be the covered openings in the back of the room. It was just enough light, and she actually prefered the square to be lit in such a natural way.
Eight hours a day she spent in this structure, lugging herself from square to square when the bell was heard. The female was happy when she heard the bell, the little bit of movement she did to get to the next square was enjoyed, you could say. She could speak if she wanted to, or pull out a thin box just big enough to fit in her
Coming home (Part 1)They say by deathbysymmetry, literature
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Coming home (Part 1)They say
Coming home (Part 1)
They say, “Those who don’t seek adventure don’t seek to live. Because, well, life is an adventure.” I happen to disagree with such a bold statement. You see, adventure is the last thing I want in my life, yet I still want to live. I'm simple. I'm average. I want to get by using as little effort as possible. That is my way of living. Call me boring, say that it’s no way to live, that I hardly have a life. After all, I've heard it all before. It doesn't bother me though, no one’s opinion but my own really matters.
My name is Jasper Cunningham. A name you’ll never hear going do
'Is't ya turn Josie.' A young by deathbysymmetry, literature
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'Is't ya turn Josie.' A young
"Is't ya turn Josie." A young face spoke towards a black haired female. "Goo on no-now..." He continued holding a shinny object in what he was pretty sure was her general direction.
The male speaking was one none other than Jasper Cunningham. A senior in high school. Josie gave a sheepish smile, with cheeks a bright red. "R-right..."
It was hard to tell she was nervous, but she was. Josie had always been the mature one. She had never sunk so low as to play this pathetic excuse for a game. In fact, it was practically a death wish. Brown orbs flickered over to the two other people across the table. She was searching for reassurance. Something
Silent room. It was cold in there, and had no ceiling gleams. She just realized this, herself. That there were no ceiling gleams. The only source that lit up the room would be the covered openings in the back of the room. It was just enough light, and she actually prefered the square to be lit in such a natural way.
Eight hours a day she spent in this structure, lugging herself from square to square when the bell was heard. The female was happy when she heard the bell, the little bit of movement she did to get to the next square was enjoyed, you could say. She could speak if she wanted to, or pull out a thin box just big enough to fit in her
Coming home (Part 1)They say by deathbysymmetry, literature
Literature
Coming home (Part 1)They say
Coming home (Part 1)
They say, “Those who don’t seek adventure don’t seek to live. Because, well, life is an adventure.” I happen to disagree with such a bold statement. You see, adventure is the last thing I want in my life, yet I still want to live. I'm simple. I'm average. I want to get by using as little effort as possible. That is my way of living. Call me boring, say that it’s no way to live, that I hardly have a life. After all, I've heard it all before. It doesn't bother me though, no one’s opinion but my own really matters.
My name is Jasper Cunningham. A name you’ll never hear going do
I'm not a artist. I enjoy drawing, but it sucks. I suppose you could classify me as a writer. Writing is one thing I really like, and I've been told I'm not too shabby.
i think i might start writing fanfiction because im too damn to make up characters, a story plot, etc. It'll probably be based off of some animes or some mess along the lines of that.
Ok
Alright well,
bye.
Well, I'm am an amateur writer that's still pathetically trying to hold her grip. I am naturally sappy and most of anything I write will be dumb. Enjoy.
oh and- I kinda REALLY like the names Josie and Jasper so yea.