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Yet Another Amazing Adventure "I can't believe this is actually happening!" Gemma Monroe said while smoothing down her already perfect dress.Yet Another Amazing Adventure by *becursed
"Well believe it, babe," Georgia snapped her gum. She was dressed in a peach dress that just brushed her knees, setting off her summer tan well. Her dark hair was in a simple up-do, and a bump under her dress showed that she had little time until her baby was due. On had was on her stomach, the other on the back of Gemma's chair.
"I can hardly believe it myself. It's not every day that my best friend and baby brother get married," Samantha leaned in towards the mirror to check her already flawless makeup. "It's about time too.
Dreamest: Part 2 The Council believed that people were using dreams to plot against their individual governments. It was possible, of course, but there was no hard evidence. The Council didn't care. They were a ruthless bunch, though most people admire their so-called "bravery." They started the Injections, and the world said goodbye to dreams.Dreamest: Part 2 by *becursed
"Jenelle, what could you possibly be doing that's taking so much time?" My dad yelled this time.
"Sorry, Dad, I was just thinking about something for school. I'm coming down right now." I grabbed my shoes off the floor and headed for the kitchen. At the bottom of the stairs the floor sensed my footsteps
39. Dreams Blue, green, yellow, and white swirled around me. I was in a field of flowers, dancing. There was nothing around for miles but the flowers and an old oak tree. Slowly, I approached it. Its leaves swayed tantalizingly in the nonexistent breeze. I reached it and began to climb. Limb by limb, I scampered up like a squirrel. Near the top, I slowed down and picked my way up on the sturdiest branches. I must have miscalculated a step, because then I was falling, falling…39. Dreams by *becursed
My eyes flew open as I jolted awake. I immediately grabbed my notebook from its hiding place in my bedside table and jotted down my dream. A green world. Could you imagine?
Theories and Obscurity I want to dance with no music at all;Theories and Obscurity by *becursed
I want a world filled with obscure and imprecise lines of poetry and prose
suspended
as though by tiny strings, no definitions at all, the invisible reigning supreme;
I want empty words and stark absences with the soft, cold breath of midnight enveloping all things sane;
I want something that means nothing at all even if just for a moment;
I want shoulder
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