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Wrist watch 27 Aug 2013 | 06:07 pm
my sweatty wrists are aching from the almost claustrophobic hold of my watch. it feels more like hand cuffs. now I keep time in my pocket just in case I need some never leave home without it. the unne...
wristwatch 27 Aug 2013 | 04:23 pm
They said in order to look younger, more with-it, you should stop wearing a wristwatch and rely solely on your phone for the time. This is good advice, I suppose, but I've never worn a wristwatch so I...
destruction 26 Aug 2013 | 09:13 pm
Destruction is the opposite of construction, and yet there are similarities: smoke and rubble, bricks piled high or in disarray. red clay dust, scraps of metal sharp and strewn about. Not whole. Chaos...
Destruction 26 Aug 2013 | 08:32 pm
Crumbling buildings surrounded me in a ring of destruction. Fire consumed and spread across the city like a hungry beast unable to satisfy his desires. The roaring sound of jets filled my ears from t...
destruction 26 Aug 2013 | 06:41 pm
Dark clouds swirl ....they slowly make their way in lightning dancing on the water.... the wind tries to break in windows shake with fear attacked by the rain men cyclone running at full speed work...
Sanctuary 25 Aug 2013 | 11:09 pm
The war is at its most violent stage. Soldiers can be found everywhere the eye can see, making the earth's carpet resemble what could be pictured as hell's gates. The war torn colonel travels this dea...
sanctuary 25 Aug 2013 | 08:39 pm
The crumbling limestone wall surrounded the compound. A huge gate made of dark oak provided entry into this place of protection. Two guards dressed in camouflage suits stood watch armed with their mi...
sanctuary 25 Aug 2013 | 08:13 pm
moonlight cascaded through the stained window of what used to be a temple to the god Apollo, filling the room with waves of red blue and yellow. my knees sank into the the black velvet pillow lying ...
Devilry 25 Aug 2013 | 12:59 am
Light footed I paced slowly and deliberately into the darkness of the old house. The wooden planks cracked and whimpered beneath my feet. I held on to a small flash light that only gave me 5 feet of l...
devilry 25 Aug 2013 | 12:51 am
Maybe it isn't my fault, maybe I dreamt it all, was what I kept telling myself as I opened my eyes and stayed still in bed, I didn't want to get up and face the world around me, afraid of what I might...
