

The Story of Winter"I have to give you something," he said lightly, looking up at the expanse of sky stretched as far as the eye could see. "That's the way these things go. A deal is a deal."The Story of Winter
"Right," I replied distractedly, wondering what he was gazing at.
"How about winter? I'll give you winter."
The night was cloudless. Inviting. I think I would live in the stars, if I could. I glanced at him, studying his profile. I wasn't sure if he was mocking me or if he actually meant anything he said. I would never find out. I


AcceptanceShe was sitting on my bed. She smiled, her teeth faint against a velveteen tongue. Youre home, she said. I sank weakly into a chair, my briefcase sliding out of my hand like a leather fish. Youre here, I replied. It was four oclock, almost dark already. The steely light pushed shadows like bionic legs up my walls, stiff marching. Traffic noise blurred beyond the windows into the rain. Theres a letter waiting. She offered it to me, an envelope growing blue with wetness. I got up slowly. She always made me feel so heavy, perhaps because her movements seemed so gAcceptance
sunset owl| I always feel weird writing about myself, but oh well. I'm 14 and I love photography, and have loved it since I was about 12. I like drawing, but I'm not so good at it, haha. I love to write, and I hope to someday write a book. I also play the piano and bass guitar. ...So, yeah, that's about it. |
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| The end is my new beginning |
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"I'll play my little part in something big."
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"I'll play my little part in something big."
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They're coming to take me away, haha!
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"I'll play my little part in something big."
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mors est media
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"I'll play my little part in something big."
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"As if that blind rage has washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, I that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. - Albert Camus
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