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Lost

Ring- Ring. I inhale a deep smooth breath. Ring- Ring. A mirror stands tall on my hotel wall. Ring- Ring. Glancing at my cell phone I put it underneath the bed hoping it will be forgotten. I notice cold tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. My hazel eyes are cold and emotionless. Looking into them is like looking through glass. I’m transparent. I begin to hate myself. My untamable auburn hair. My porcelain skin so fragile it will crack if touched. I’m sick of seeing myself. Walking over to the window I see the jet black Pontiac waiting to pick me up. My dying body crosses the room to leave. The hallway is dark, cold and lonely. The d

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The Nameless and The KeeperPart I
Seduction. The black top hat dipping below one eye. Crimson red lipstick caressing her full lips. Pale white skin looking so innocent and pure. Long black eyelashes kissing her cheek when she winks at you. Seduction. A black lace corset hugging her torso tightly. Never ending black leggings clinging to her legs. The midnight leather boots crawling up her legs reaching for her knees. The silver buckle on each one gleaming brightly. Seduction. Hair as dark and everlasting as a winter’s night spills out of her hat as straight as the deadly arrows hidden in the creases of her jacket. She wears a long black trench coat tha The Nameless and The Keeper
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Secret SpotI sit in on the 5th floor of the library looking out the great wall of windows. The most beautiful scene opens up to me. A gentle breeze caresses the trees as if lulling them to sleep. The autumnal colors of the trees produce lemon yellows, pear greens, apple reds and potato browns. A single American flag stands tall and proudly. The hospital lies behind the flag with its many windows staring back at me as if it knows the secret to life. To the left of the hospital lies a quaint church. The domed tower that protects the bell reaches just a little higher than the hospital as a beacon of hope and a foundation of faith. There is a li Secret Spot
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LostRing- Ring. I inhale a deep smooth breath. Ring- Ring. A mirror stands tall on my hotel wall. Ring- Ring. Glancing at my cell phone I put it underneath the bed hoping it will be forgotten. I notice cold tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. My hazel eyes are cold and emotionless. Looking into them is like looking through glass. I’m transparent. I begin to hate myself. My untamable auburn hair. My porcelain skin so fragile it will crack if touched. I’m sick of seeing myself. Walking over to the window I see the jet black Pontiac waiting to pick me up. My dying body crosses the room to leave. The hallway is dark, cold and lonely. The d Lost
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InfluenzaI stare up at the ceiling of the waiting room. A tiny fly makes a black dot on a seemingly perfect bleached ceiling. I hear footsteps walking into the waiting room. They are muffled by the carpet. My name is called in a stuffy monotones voice. I look down from the ceiling at the nurse in her Mickey Mouse scrubs. Smiling a little I pull myself up from the chair and drag my sweating body over to her. Leading the way she walks fast and points to a room, taps it with her manicured nail to make sure I got the hint. Opening the door I am flooded with the smell of antibacterial soap. It stings my nose and forces my eyes to water. I sit in the comfy Influenza
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ON WRITING

Mon Jan 7, 2008, 5:21 PM

Steven King wrote an excellent memoir of writing titled "On Writing". I suggest that all aspiring writers read it. Steven King suggests also reading "Elements of Style" by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White. I have yet to read the reccommended 85 page book.
I have all my life envied Steven King. I don't read many of his novels just his stort stories I can't handle his writing for too long. Honestly it scares the Hell out of me how he has a knack for walking on the line between reality and the world(s) beyond. If you think hard enough about his writings you can see what I'm talking about.
I philosophize about Steven King all the time. In my opinion he is a genious. Imagine being him for one minute. If you think about all the twisted novels, books, and stories he's writtten also think about how those ideas lie dormant in his brain for years before they come out. I wouldn't blame Steven King if he was insane because one minute with his twisted ideas is enough to drive me mad for days. But none the less I think his a phenominal writer.
I'm actually going to submit a piece I'm working on, in a couple of days titled, "Ode To A Mastermind" where I will be praising and analyzing him in more depth. I hope every one reads "On Writing" or at least my ode to Steven King.

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