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As Far as We can Run - 1/2 by KicsterAsh, literature

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As Far as We can Run - 1/2

“Who’s turn was it to go trick-or-treating with Greg this year, Velma?” “Uh—!” “I’ll do it! I’ll go trick-or-treating with him this year.” He could still remember the look on his parents’ faces when the fifteen-year-old shouted out in the kitchen. Greg had been packing his backpack after finishing homework with his mother, and his father had just arrived from work, ready to help make dinner. October had begun, and the hype for Halloween was upon the city. Greg had even thought of making his own costume again that year. The age-old question that his parents often asked each

As Far as We can Run - 2/2 by KicsterAsh, literature

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As Far as We can Run - 2/2

Twenty years or so had passed by, yet that old graveyard was still the same. It was as if time never trickled by in this garden of souls, despite the seasons changing. Perhaps that was why it was still a go-to place when the world was crazy or storm clouds rolled in. And the garden wall was still as sturdy as it had been decades earlier. Just as it could support children who dared to climb its stones, it could support a full grown man. Which, in Greg’s case, him being six feet tall with a sturdy build, was a good thing. As the warm early-September breeze blew through his thick locks of hair, Greg sat there, waiting patiently for the

never become a writer by littleblueraccoon, literature

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never become a writer

i.never become a writer. you will become a perfectionist, picking life apart with a magpie's eye, hunting for the beautiful bits until you can make yourself a sparkling throne in the center of a junkyard. ii.you will write when you're sad. you will write when you're happy. whenever you feel something, you will vomit the emotion out into some sort of literature. when you're finished, you'll be empty and surrounded by pages and pages of everything you once were. iii.you will try to make pain sound delicious, painting over the ragged wounds with pink paint and candy-coat lies. you will learn how to decorate graveyards. everyone will play

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

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I write mostly, but I also draw occasionally.

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HalfMadWriter

Mar 7, 2012

Breaking Promises and Stereotypes

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Yeah, I said that I wanted to write something every so often, and it's been a couple weeks since my last journal. BUT! There is a but. I have been writing. I finished a story I had been working on for fanfiction, and I posted the last chapter and the epilogue for it. Not to mention I have worked on writing other stuff... On that note, I recently had the idea of how stereotypes are so stupid brought back to the forefront of my mind. Even if I could figure out what I'm classified as, I'm pretty certain that the stereotype would not fit me. I'm so multifaceted, and I understand that everyone is like me in that aspect. We are not just Nerds, Joc

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Feb 18, 2012

Untitled and Unknown (II)

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Sometimes it seems as though, even if I want to write, my brain is on strike and nothing really is a good idea. I guess you could call it writer's block, or you could call it a lack of enthusiasm. Anyway, now is one of those moments, but I thought if I started out writing about my writer's block, I might come up with something to say. So far, it's not working. NO, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THIS! IF I'M BORING YOU, STOP! THIS IS TO CREATE A SEMBLANCE OF SOME SORT OF CONTINUITY FOR ME. TO REGULARLY WRITE SOME-THING. But if you want to read the inner-workings of a Half Mad Writer, continue. Okay, what is up with diet soda? Seriously. It tastes

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Feb 15, 2012

Untitled and Unknown (I)

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This journal really has no purpose, I merely wished to write something nonsensical. Familiarity with the person behind the name makes one realize that I am not always...exactly...there. I'm off in my own head. In an instant, I might be interacting with someone, yet I'm also off in some far away land. I might be holding quite a serious conversation with you, but I still manage to be also mentally conversing with Lucy and Edmund, Max and Fang, Hermione and Harry, or any number of other characters, including a few that I've invented myself. If one was honest, would one really be able to separate one's self from imagination and live completel