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The day she stopped tryingShe stood in front of a clock store. When she was a kid, the constant tic tac of clocks felt comforting. She enjoyed watching clocks, be they mahogany pillars, small round ones hanging from the wall or cuckoos.

The grey sky vomited tiny drops of water, singing a sad song when they hit the black umbrella she had in one hand; the other hand rested inside her purse, squeezing something. She wore a dark brown overcoat, a pair of boots, denim pants and a shirt. Her perfectly applied make-up masked any imperfection that could have been born in the last two years. Her eyes, small from last night's crying, nervously scanned the deserted streets.

Su

Mechanical MalfunctionAs the midnight breeze fluttered his overcoat, he carefully checked all of his equipment. He clicked his night vision goggles on and sprang into action, jumping from the rooftop. He counted the floors as he fell, carefully aimed the grapple gun and shot. The steam engines made so much noise no one could hear him. He swung on the cable, kicking his way into the glass window, rolling in the floor and onto his feet. Success.

The door on the other side of the room opened with a mute click. Preferring action over thought for once, he ran. Pneumatic pistons on his boots clicked and clacked on every step, doubling the ground covered, increasing his

Where is the attitude?Hey everybody now her hair is blue
and she is thinking about a new tattoo
she is so sure about what she says.

No one can play just for having fun
what you do is not tough enough
and she shouts and pisses on everyone.

Where is the attitude?
Maybe it's the body piercing on her navel.
Maybe it's in the band she likes.
Maybe it's in her own prefab old radical speech.
Where is the attitude that I can't find?

I can't find.

Lost ThunderThe sky flashed white for a second but only silence followed. With a sigh, the weary man sat on his cloud.
As he aged, his sight grew dimmer. Red and green were usually alive with light and power but now seemed only plain; undead colors painted from the same dead pigments as everything else in the world.
As he grew, his dreams become increasingly rare. Life was tough enough, with bills and taxes and jobs and tests. There was no time left for watching the sunset, for riding dragons in a thunderstorm, for wielding the essence lightning itself as a blade, for jumping from cloud to cloud keeping a wild smile in his face.
As time went by, his

HokutoRoses are red
Violets are blue
Omae wa mou
shindeiru

Roses are blue
Violets are red
Doesn't really matter
You're already dead

Sunk Cost FallacyEven if you have lost your friends, your youth and your health for something, it does not mean you should continue down that path.
Even if while you were in the path, some doors were closed, some oportunities were lost and some wounds were opened.
Your path is your own and you are the only one to blame for your own decisions. This is not weight on your shoulders, there is no one to fault. There are obstacles in every path.
You choose yours.

WWilly wondered whether the weather had wronged his wether.

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Leona SantosBirthplace: Brazil
Age: 21
Height: 1.67m
Weight: 55 kg
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Hobbies: Playing soccer, dancing
Favorite food: Spring rolls
Favorite sport: Soccer
Most valuable: Her ideals
Hates the most: Slavery
Fighting style: Mix of Capoeira and Wing Chun

Born from a chinese father and a brazilian mother, Leona was raised in São Paulo during the tumultuous beginning of the XXI century. His father was a Wing Chun master and thought her his art, while her love of dancing got her practicing Capoeira from an early age. She mixes both styles in a beautiful and effective battle dance. Leona's mother worked hard to end slavery and increase awareness ab

Leave The Keys Before You Leave (I Won't Miss You)Something inside my heart begins to fade.
So please let's just call a spade a spade.
Did any of my words cross your blockade?

Your shelf had no more place for me.
Don't think it ever had, thought I'd never flee.
I was here all along, how could you not see?

I did, I saw, I still remember.
Baby, I left your shelf well before September.
The door was open, how could you not enter?

You have no idea what I had in store,
I bled my heart out - how could you ignore?
We used to be tight but now you're too hardcore.

The Blue HoodieShe was the most beautiful girl in school. One day, I found a note in my blue hoodie's pocket with her name, her phone number and even a kiss. That was more than I expected.
I left school in a hurry, almost got ran over, my heart beating as fast as punk rock drums. As soon as I got home, I howled from the door: "Dad, hang up the phone, I need to make a call!".

However, we didn't manage to go out on that date. Family issues stood their ground between me, her and the romantic comedy in the theaters. It was the first time I ever watched a flick alone. Loneliness was an empty seat by my side.

Years later, after discovering through trial and err

Lightspeed Rescue on the Edge of InnocenceNo, I can't find you again.
But you see, there is
no more time to explain.
I'm in as much of a hurry as you,
and I'm as fast as I can,
if it doesn't work you'll complain.

My eyes and my mouth are dry
and I don't know why
I don't know where the finish line is.
There is something I have to find
but I don't know what.
I just go on... running blind.

Stop me and I will see you.
I'm always running blind,
throwing down anything,
there is nothing on my eyesight.
Reach me and I will hear you,
but I can't stop my desires.
"I've always been running blind", I said.
"I can see no one."

WWilly wondered whether the weather had wronged his wether.

HokutoRoses are red
Violets are blue
Omae wa mou
shindeiru

Roses are blue
Violets are red
Doesn't really matter
You're already dead

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Recipe for Two People in Love

by ~trueshinken, Jan 5, 2013, 9:08:52 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

Ingredients:
1 overly attached friend
1 teaspoon of trust issues
A handful of exes
2 cups full of tears
2 cups of disappointment
Rage and sorrow to taste
1 jar of true love

Directions:
Start with the exes. Add them one at a time to the pan. Slowly poor in the cups of disappointment. Sift it all together. When it looks incredibly painful and about to fall apart, add the tears and vigorously combine it all together. Check for taste; it should be incredibly sour. Add an overly attached friend and a teaspoon of trust issues. Bring it to a boil. When it's about to explode, add the jar full of true love.
Let it rest.
Serve with a side dish of respect and friendship.

Recipe for Two People in Loveby ~trueshinken

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

Experimenting a bit.
This is my entry for the #14 Flutterings Literature Competition [link]
It's about a big fight I had with my fiancee last year and how we managed to get over that.

`KathrynODriscoll Jan 12, 2013 Student Writer

_{I'm glad that you said this is experimental because its not something thats to my particular taste. The recipe thing.. it's done quite often and I have yet to see it create something truly moving. To me it seems clinical, you have distilled a relationship down to a set of instructions. That's not personal its prescribed. It seems to me to be the opposite of love which is unpredictable and defies logic, to make it into a recipe which is rational and measured.

Although what you wrote was logical and at some points amusing, I felt that the form you chose may not have been appropriate for the subject matter which meant that my emotional connection to the piece, to the memory and to the meaning of your words was lost.}

~trueshinken Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, it didn't really work, did it? Thanks for the commentary, I appreciate it.

`KathrynODriscoll Jan 13, 2013 Student Writer

It wasnt to my taste, that doesnt mean its bad. It just means its not to my taste. I'll try to have more judges in future contests.

~trueshinken Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Your judging seemed really fair to me ^^

~lunableu Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

That was really wonderfully written!! Good luck!!

~trueshinken Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks ^^

`KathrynODriscoll Jan 5, 2013 Student Writer

Thanks for entering!

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