He was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling. It was shame. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at the floral patterns of his dorm room rug. He couldn’t help himself from being drawn to the mysterious red stain he couldn’t get rid of. He played the dreadful scene over and over again in his head.
Read MoreHe was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling. He was brave and didn't want to show his feelings not even to his family. All he believed in was accomplishment and pride.
Read MoreHe was wholly held, absorbed by a feeling.
Hatred. This particular person did not hate the world but he did to himself. Why? you might ask yourself. It was because of his bad habit.
Read MoreHe was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling of scarceness. It was midnight and he was the only one walking on the dark road. It felt like late July, the temperature was extremely high and the only thing that he could hear was a dog barking.
Read MoreHis eyes shifted trying to find the end of the pitch, but the end seemed to dissolve within the shadows of the trees that lay on the borders. It was early morning and the whole scene had taken on a brilliant blue hue, further accentuating this dissolve into infinity. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Read MoreI woke up at 7:00am in the morning. I was supposed to wake her up. I never heard my alarm ring! She had school at 8:30am, but I haven’t seen her. She didn’t leave me any note. I assumed she didn’t go to school. But where is she?
Read MoreWhen I met Laura, she said she had always had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. They were so vivid that sometimes she couldn’t differentiate them from reality. Sometimes it really troubled her because she would make the mistake of thinking it was real.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura, she said she has always had vivid richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. For the most part, she is always happy in her dreams, they make her smile openly even when she is sleeping.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura she always said she had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. Since I moved from the rural area to the city, Laura was my best friend in school. Especially since she was in my neighborhood. So, Laura and I organized our own little Dream Club, which would meet up every weekend where we shared our dreams in my home.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura, she said she had always had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. I have known Laura for the longest time, almost seven years. She is very friendly and social. Laura likes to have fun: she enjoys laughing and making people smile. When she tells me about her dreams, which is almost everyday, I tell her that it is because she is so positive and happy all the time.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura, she said she had always had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. The first time I met Laura, about two years ago we talked about our dreams. We met in the hospital. We were both waiting for the doctor.
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When I met Laura, she said she had always had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. One of the dreams that she could recall back immediately is the that one happened during summer time.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura she said she had always had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember what I say to her. Keep trying no matter how hard it seems, it will get easier. She told me, she wrote this in her diary.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura, she said she had always had vivid, richly colored dreams that she could easily remember. Ever since that day we met, she always annoyed the heck out of me when she bragged about her dreams. It was like listening to someone who has achieved Mount Everest or won the Olympics.
Read MoreWhen I met Laura, she said she had always had vivid, richly dreams that she could easily remember. I can't remember the dreams that I have. Wait, I am lying. I do remember my dreams, but they are just here and there.
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At Pumpkin’s life, there was a moment that bumped into his brain, if I don’t work hard, I will be a pumpkin pie one day.
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It was there as it had been every October 31st, ironically It always had a happy face. It was on top of a table, hoping to be taken away to a scary place where It could be light up and displayed.
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It was 3:00 am in the morning; my body trembled. I could not hear anything but noises of birds flipping around my window. I was in pain, I screamed, both of my parents didn’t come to help me. I was not sure if they heard me.
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It wasn't suppose to end this way. I didn’t know if I was happy, but I imagined people were very excited about this time of the year. Halloween, they called it. But, I called it a nightmare.
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