In August Dust: Prologue As I sit and begin to write my story, I realize the importance of what I am doing. It's making me wary literally, and unfortunately, I'm not sure I'm really ready to tell. I have to listen to myself. I have to remember, and try and convince you for your own good. I have to think about every word and the importance of what it means to me and every person in this world who is deceived by the fake perceptions of what is reality and what is a dream.In August Dust: Prologue by InAugustDust
Yes, it's that bad and may give you the same "nightmares" that I have so often. But you have to know, and if I wasn't used to the idea, the truth, and I hadn't had so much time to become okay with it and even welcome and like the idea, I'm sure tears would be running down my face as I try to piece every word of every sentence of this true story. It may leave you lost, scared, terrified, sad, or, like myself, intrigued and amazed to the point the world as we know i
*I unbutton you, kiss by kiss.* by L0NE-W0lf
I untie you, touch by touch.
I unzip you, rib by rib.
I unfasten you, moment by moment.
Pain.It's at times like these, when I'm surrounded by violence and conflict, that I wish everything we feel could be translated to mere physical pain. I wish that ache and sting and throb doesn't come from fickle emotions and betrayed relationships. Oh, that the weapons were mere swords or bullets, sheer force of will and strength of arm! But no. Instead, they are words, thoughts, feelings – things that tear and shred, wounding deeper than you can imagine, deeper still than anything made of substance…Pain. by MistressofQuills
No. Those wounds injure things not so easily mended…
Before they happen, when you are still naïve, they seem like slight trifles, insignificant fears that can surely never come to pass. But when they do, you gasp at their strength and ferocity, and you cry from the sting - no, the agony - of the pain they inflict. You are never the same, ever again. They change you without permission, leaving you slightly bitterer and a little more despairing, ch
Poker FaceI can't help to thinkPoker Face by LukaMeguirine
About your favorite deck of cards
And how when he slammed them on the table
You fell oh so hard
I can't help but think
That as you gamble me away
That the rain will all return
And wash out your parade
I can't help but wonder
Was there ever any feeling
Behind the stale kisses and lonely looks
Why did love suddenly drop meaning
I can't help but wonder
If your pawn turned to a queen
Would you open up your eyes
And see what it all means
I can't help but wish
That if you weren't so slow
You'd finally see me standing here alone
And I'd finally hold you close
I can't help but wish
To see love in your poker face
But the emotions have gone
Disappeared without a trace...
Am I dreaming?All is dark, a dull thud echoes every couple of seconds. There is no ambience, just complete silence, so quiet you can hear the blood being pumped through your veins. In the distance there is a faint but sharp sound reverberating, seconds later it is gone. Suddenly the sound of glass shattering around impact forces this darkness to become blinding light causing squinting, as the eyes open light reflects off slow motion glass moving in methodical order determined by the force applied, reflections are cast, I can see myself but I am not me. After studying the image the glass moves past and I look downwards, the floor is a stain glass lake with the reflections of a cosmos in awe. I can see an entire city glowing beneath. My mind begins to trip as I realize Where I am standing. I peer upwards and gasp as I see the sky stretching for infinity. Comets slowly falling through the atmosphere burning up slowly creating a beautiful but dramatic scene, islands floating in the distance, waterfallsAm I dreaming? by Da-wizard
Hi! I'm August Dust..|
how odd, i know
I'm 12 years old and I live with my older brother, October, and my two hummingbirds Mango and Peaches, in a little run-down village called Oak Shore. There aren't many people around, it's pretty much a ghost town..or a skeleton city. Whatever you'd like to call it. It's right on a big lake that always has a thick blanket of fog over it and there's many many trees outlining the main street. Most of the buildings are located there, on main street which runs along the rocky beach. And...well, really the whole town always has a mist filling the air.
I don't go to school, there isn't a school here for me to go to since I'm the only child this town has seen in years. October teaches me everything I need to know when he has time. I've never met my parents, they left when I was a newborn. I've heard they were an odd couple. Some people think I'm odd too, I have pointy elf ears and you could say I'm a bit eccentric.
I like to do magic tricks, I have a very odd deck of cards.
I have quite an imagination, a very odd one at that, so I'm going to tell you my story and what goes on in my mind.
I'm not crazy, just quite odd.