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"color"
"red"
"where?"
"everywhere"
"who?"
"Mathew"
"and?"
"Me"
"who else?"
"Alfred"
"Dead?"
"Dead"
"feeling?"
"satisfaction"
"Feeling?"
"Happiness"
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Letting out a sigh, you continued to tap away at the keys of your laptop. Why was life so boring? You clicked your tongue, loading up a random YouTube page. "What should I do?" You muttered to yourself, pulling your legs in to sit cross-legged, the laptop resting on your lap. After staring at the YouTube homepage for a little while, you typed 'Pewdiepie' into the search bar. It looked like the Swedish YouTuber would have to try and cure your boredom.
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It had been a long time since that incident when you were a mere child.Only 10.
You had just woken up from a long and tiresome night,baking...'cake' as you called it or whatever it was.You sat up in your black bed with your hot pink comforter showered in black polka dots covering your body as you drank some...'strawberry' tea.You were now 20 years old and known as the psycho path nicknamed "misfortune" in your case. No one knew your identity,They just thought you were plain old _______-chan. The sweet girl sweeter than the word sweet itself who ran the cake shop known as "Biscotti-Chan" which in English was called "Cookie-Girl".You were known

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by ~lalagrl, Oct 5, 2004, 12:42:11 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

     I left a note on the kitchen table:
"I love you all, but I don't know if I'll be home again. Don't try to reach me, because there are no phones where I'm going. Don't worry, I won't be completely alone, I have a companion. He and I are leaving our homes-our comfort zones-to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. I hope you understand.
               Love, Penelope
    P.S. I hope you don't mind that I took the tent."

And every word was true. Well, almost. I wasn't really leaving my "comfort zone", I was finally finding it. And although the phrase "something bigger than ourselves" suggests a sort of noble crusade, we weren't going to save the world. On the contrary, we were saving each other. We were both getting back to the one thing we truly loved - the one place where we could feel comfortable - and we were doing it the only way we knew how- a completely random spur-of-the-moment escape. And we WERE escaping. We were escaping from boredom and monotony and just the confines of a society that neither of us belonged in. You see, we are not "people" people. In fact, the more cut off from the "real world" we are, the better we feel. So we were going to the last place anyone would look for civilization - a real deserted island. We were getting back to nature, for nature is the one place we both feel completely at home in. Which is why I brought a tent. We both agree that the best way to fall asleep is with the rain beating a lullaby on the rainfly of your tent. Although if the weather is nice, I fully intend to sleep under the stars.
     Anyway, I don't think that I will be leaving the island once I get there. Why would I leave a place that feels as if it was made for me? Besides, I don't really need much more than what I have there: gorgeous scenery, fantastic company, and utter isolation.

   As I wake from my dream, I smile. This "island fantasy" has become my favorite reccurring dream. However, I drift off to sleep with a heavy heart, for I know that the only place my fantasy will be reality is in my dream world.

Escapeby ~lalagrl

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

Umm....yeah.

Partly inspired by "Sunday Morning" (by Maroon 5):

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

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~VaporTrail24 Oct 17, 2004

I love it....to the point where I find it one of my most treasured pieces of writing ever. You are an amazing writer, I would love to read more. But even as it is, it's wonderful. It takes me back....but in my own mind this time with a companion.

~lalagrl Oct 17, 2004

Wow. Thanks so much!

I was thinking of expanding on it more....but I'm not sure where I would take it. Maybe I'll just wait and see if inspiration strikes again. Heh.

Glad I could make you dream....yeah, that wasn't what I meant to say, but you get the idea.

Thanks again

~bohemian22 Oct 5, 2004

I LOVE IT you shold write a novel and we should live on an island
I love the quote
"He and I are leaving our homes-our comfort zones-to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. "

~lalagrl Oct 7, 2004

wow, thanks! when do we move? (heh.)

Thanks, I worked hard on this one....

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