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MinesweeperLife is like a game of Minesweeper.

Nobody really knows what it is or how to get through it.

Sometimes you get stuck in difficult situations, and you just want to start over.

You're driven to giving up.

You make stupid choices.

You're driven to take guesses and leaps of faith; sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

You just click the wrong button, and it ends up ruining everything.

Once in a while, you're given a huge handout. Other times, just a small piece.

You don't know why you keep going on with it.

But you're damn well not going to close out the window before you win.

Mrs. LubonekNobody knew how old the Luboneks were, but they’d lived at the top of Pecan Hill since before Cumberland was built, and the town grew up around them. Mr. Lubonek had a voice like gravel and always smelled of engine grease, sweat, and the gritty scent of someone whose friends were machines and whose family were the tools he kept in the shed. Mrs. Lubonek was airy as a bird and every bit as flighty, yet there was a sharp, witty glint in her eye that you only caught if you were looking for it.

The Luboneks lived a simple, dusty life atop Pecan Hill. Mr. Lubonek ran a small mechanic shop out of his garage and Mrs. Lubonek sold baked goods.

BotherIt's not a game.
She's gone away,
and no one even bothered to say,

"Will you ever return?"
When will they learn?
But no one bothered to say it to her.

I left on that day,
I went my own way,
but no one even bothered to say,

"I really love you."
I don't think it's true,
but I'd still say "I love you, too."

We all wonder why
she left us dry,
but we still didn't bother to say goodbye.

And neither did she,
not even to me.
At the very least, now, she's finally free.

I left them alone,
how can I atone?
Would I have stayed there, had I then known?

I can certainly tell
that all of us fell
when I didn't even bother to bid them farewell.

Daddy's got a shotgunDaddy's got the shotgun,
And it's scaring me a little bit.
But Mommy told me she was okay,
It was just red paint on the floor.

Daddy's got a shotgun,
And he's making lots of noise.
Like, BANG! BANG! BANG!
BITCH, GET OUT OF THE CLOSET,
BEFORE I SHOOT IT OUT FROM UNDER YOU!!

Daddy's got a shotgun,
And I'm real real scared now.
'Cause there's lots of BANG!s,
And Mommy's screaming.
But mommy said,
Stay under the bed.

Daddy's got a shotgun,
And now he's in my room.

Daddy's got a shotgun,
I don't know what to do.

Mommy stopped screaming.
There's red paint on Daddy's shoes.

I wanna scream, real real bad.
But Mommy said,

Secret Love Chapter 4Oom's Promise and Connelia's Doubts

Connelia walked in the palace and greeted the guards and her father. She noticed her sister walking over to her and gave her a Raffenhoffer. "Hey, little sis!"

"Oom, what did I tell you about giving me Raffenhoffers?" Connelia crossed her arms. Oom giggled nervously. "Force of habit." Connelia pulled Oom away from her father's earshot. "Listen…there's something I have to tell you, but you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone, especially Father." Oom smiled and nodded. "I promise little sister…"

"Good." Connelia pulled Oom in her room. She made Oom sit with her on her bed as she

Enter the Shadow Demon Chapter 18:00 AM

Connie's alarm went off. "Ugh…maybe taking a late night stroll wasn't such a good idea…" she said as she slammed her hand on the clock to stop beeping. After a quick bite she went outside to sit on a bench that was near a bus stop. She was too tired to notice that David was sitting near her.

David had come out for the same reason she had: fresh air. As he turned to look at her he realized the same thing that Morbus had when he first met her; she was so unlike the other women he had come across for many a time.

After a while, Connie felt as though someone was staring at her and looked at David. "Yes…?" she asked groggily. "You're Co

Bound to Take Your LifeFIVE

"Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life" - CCR

Sean was shaking me awake around three in the morning. I swatted at his face, mumbling for him to go away. Sure it was his bed and I had invaded it with Sasha, but it was sleepy time.

“Samantha, get up!” His panicked voice was what finally pulled me up from the warm embrace of sleep. “Did you hear anything?”

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I turned on the light on the nightstand. My eyes screamed to be closed, so I put my hand over my face. “What?”

“Did you hear anything?” I blinked. Sean looked haggard. He pulled me in

Cracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted DatesYou walk down the red carpet
Taking in the fame and the glory all around you
Of being a world famous actor that has it all
Life has never been better for you right now
So what would you do if we simply took it all away?

Shatter the crystal ball and smash up some dreams
Laugh at the pain filled stare that’s filled up with greed
You will never have another chance at the gold
It’s your fault to begin with
For you could have avoided the seed

Cracked mirrors and half-hearted dates to the prom
Bet you wish you weren’t that little girl crying in the shadows
Wishing that your parents would stop fighting
Hoping and begging that th

JOURNAL OF ENCOUNTERS WITH NUADA - Part 1I was born and raised on earth, neither of royal nor of noble birth, but by parents of noble temperament. True to our race, we lived for short periods of time, in many places. My favorite was a small village, nestled in a wide valley surrounded by rolling green hills. The forests and meadows were my playground by day, the moon and the stars, my playmates by night. Unlike others of my race, I preferred a life of peace and solitude.

By the time I reached the Age of Understanding, my family had settled in a community made up of various races, races not traditionally known for their inclination to integrate. Though set apart by racial and cultur

Theme 58- Kick in the HeadTheme 58: Kick in the Head

How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"

That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.

The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"

It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack

White: PrologueI am a body.
That is all.
I write to write.
I read to read.
I breathe for the sake of breathing.
I go to school because all the other children do.
I eat to eat, and I drink to drink.
There is no purpose to my life.
Everything around me is white- the walls are a spotless, blinding white. The chalkboard is a yellow-white, and the chalk is a grey-white. All the children in my class have different shades of white skin and hair, silvery irises and grey pupils. So am I. The boys in my class call me "beautiful" and "pretty". Some say I am "kind" and "sweet". This does not affect me in any way. Our parents have arranged marriages, so even if

Introduction to The Dance of Fate"The end of the world. When this matter is brought up there is bound to be discussion of religious catastrophes, meteor collisions and the obvious- human error. But when it came down to those moments in history, we, the humanity, braced for the end... And nothing happened. But something feels different this time...
But let me start from the beginning, from the building of Stonehenge. Despite popular belief, the site has not existed for many thousand years; it was built and organised by three individuals who had an idea: an idea to protect the future of this world from a power which wants to control it. You may know them from the Arthurian legends: King Arthur, his father Uther and their advisor Merlin. You might tell me that this is just blatant fantasy, legends with no proof of existence. But what if I tell you the same power those three tried to protect us from was the same power which made them a myth, and that the battle of Camlann was even more than deciding the fate of a mythical

Tale of a Crow - English Version Deep thunder rolled across the mountains and let people and animals tremble at his power. Just a few minutes the evening sky had been clear. But from the east, a dark wall pushed westward and captured the entire horizon. In a small village at the foot of a long mountain chain people all came out now to see the spectacle from the start. Again and again the farmers threw anxious glances at their grain and corn fields, which have progressed very well this year. The heavy ears of the corn gleamed golden in the evening sun, the corn weighed gently back and forth. The approaching storm eliminated the sun's warming rays and spread out his long dar

If OnlyIf only our lives
could be like the hills;
Rolling on forever
with peace and simple beauty.

If only our hearts
could be like the stars;
twinkling and shining
as a beacon to all.

If only our minds
could be like a lily;
sweet and pure white
among a rainbow of colors.

If only our hands
could be like a blank paper;
washed of the blood
from all the sins we've committed.

BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when

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Yes, yes, I know. I get happy over the slightest things...

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~TheWhiteJewel Jan 4, 2013

Hey, remember me? I came back to read your awesome stuff. :>

Please oh please oh please try to talk to him, I'll be immensely happy for you. Go for it!!

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~SourAir Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hey~!

And don't worry, I'm currently working on it!!

Thank you~!

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~Fan-Gogh Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

love

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~SourAir Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, I'm really glad you like it!

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~DidgetyGirl Dec 18, 2012 Student General Artist

haha you're funny as!

that was awesome!

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~SourAir Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!! XD

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*Oseltamivir Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm very impressed by your work thus far. I hope you pursue a career in writing

You're very talented.

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~SourAir Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, really??

Thank you so much!

That really means a lot to me!! ^^

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~AmunetandDavidislove Dec 15, 2012

Wow... I go through the same thing! Well, I mean the whole "I get so unbelievably happy over the tiniest things" part. Whenever I see him I break into a smile so wide it hurts, when I talk to him or if he waves at me, I'mm grinning all the way home.

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