eh...I want to write something that would be interesting to college aged kids, but everything I write is teen romance...what's up with that?
Maybe I should just write plays about vampires...at least they would sell...


Chalk stories[Whispers]Chalk stories
He walked with only one purpose.
"Whisper in my ear," she said.
He kissed the outside of her ear, right underneath the lobe.
"You're it."
He ran with only one purpose.
[Shakespeare]
"I can't say it in my own words...I'm not naturally eloquent..." his eyes looked for help.
"Here goes..." He breathed.
"For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, that then I scorn to change my state with kings."
She knew then why she loved him in the first place.
[Yes, and.]
"It's like a


Voice of mind, voice of bodyI could feel my head rushing from the lack of oxygen to my brain. My heart beat so furiously and fiercely in my chest that I was forced to take to my knees.Voice of mind, voice of body
I think I might have cried out, but it was too dark to tell.
A woman in a Red dress lifted my head. Her eyes were fiery green, as was the rest of her body. She was like a walking flame (though her hair was a fair blonde) and the warmth of her touch was what awoke me.
"You're very cold," she stated, her eyes pierced through my skull and into my brain, picking out all of my thoughts and insecurities. She trapped me there, one hand on my cheek and he


Utopia: SnowSam: I sort of miss when it was just me and you. You know...when we would just take off when no one was looking?Utopia: Snow
You took me to the park once when it was snowing. The sky was grey and I kept taking your hand, trying to get you to come back home with me. You knew how much I hated being cold...yet you still dragged me along.
And perhaps I'll never know why I followed you, but I did, and there we were. Right in the middle of something beautiful.
Before I meet you, I never noticed little things like...like when the moon shines in the snow and how it transforms from frozen water flakes into glittering diamo


Utopia:Matthew confronts Tobyn[Lights rise, Tobyn is lounging and fiddling with chords on his beat to hell guitar. His song is finally starting to come together...Enter Matthew]Utopia:Matthew confronts Tobyn
Matthew: Hey...so you're still dinking around with that old thing? Isn't it time for a new guitar.
Tobyn: But I've had her so long. She's a body part to me now...ha ha ha. Sounds crazy, but I can't really describe it.
Matthew: "She" won't last very long at the Conservatory...ha ha ha, I bet she won't even make it through the drive...
Tobyn: I'm not going to the Conservatory...I'm staying here...I mean...
[The conversation has turn
When are you going to start writing again? You're good at it. I think that you should do it more often.
-Gabbi
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Her eyes caught mine, and from that moment, I knew I was a goner.
D: D:
please
please please please please please
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Write. Damn you.
I'm threatening.
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And in the choir I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
Said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
--Brand New, Limousine
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What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light? - Ink Exchange
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