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My dog is pensive at night. All day she is a happy go lucky clown, and a seemingly dumbass goof ball scaredy cat, but at night she becomes
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I made a chocolate cake the day after the day I was slain, and I ate the entire thing, no frosting, just hott chocolate cake filling my veiby Pyragus 1300 words, 2 comments, on May 8 10:47 PM 2007. In Depression, First person, Journal, Love, Personal, Society
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Where do you start? / / A million beginnings have popped into my head over the last two days, but they all run away and leave me blank when I actually sit down to write. So maybe I’ll just run over the basics. / / We broke up, yeah fucked up Iby Pyragus 1000 words, 1 comment, on Apr 25 8:37 PM 2007. In Dark, Depression, First person, Pain, Personal, Teen
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“ I sleep too much. I’m here on Christmas vacation alone in the house with nothing to do (or so it would seem). I go to my bed at 8 o clock in the evening and sleep till noon. I am lazy. When I get up I contemplate getting dressed, then lie on the couch a
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Peace, of all the abstract thoughts that trouble my mind, peace is one of those that I think I understand (at least in part). Peace is that pure and utter calm that sometimes just settles over you like a warm toasty blanket, encompassing every aspect of lby Pyragus 400 words, 1 comment, on Apr 24 3:49 PM 2007. In First person, Hope, Inspirational, Personal
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Life begins on nights of passion; the extreme heat generated from the passion created by two people, comes together with an icy element in a girl’s body and forms a child. In the making, a tiny sliver of energy breaks off from the core of each person and
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by Pyragus 900 words, 1 comment, on Apr 24 3:27 PM 2007. In Adult, Dark, Depression, First person, Pain, Personal, Teen
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Leaky Words / / I’ve snuck into the kitchen and prepared myself an egg and sausage. I did it elusively and guiltily because I felt bad about shunning the offering of limp salad and greasy fish sticks my mother brought to me. Now I sit here wolfing my
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by Pyragus 1000 words, on Apr 24 2:40 PM 2007. In First person, Journal, Life, Personal, Teen, Thoughts, Young adult
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by Pyragus 500 words, on Dec 19 5:20 PM 2006
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by Pyragus 3100 words, 3 comments, on May 17 9:40 AM 2006
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I am asleep. The night is thick and a little cold. I’m alone on the roof of the shed. Dreams flit in and out of focus, music pulsing throug
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Twix crouched low in the bushes. Her palms itched like a new hatched dragon. It was past time for the other three to arrive, and the wait was making her jittery. She scrubbed a
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The music blares loudly screaming at the confused girl. "So alone" she tells herself... surrounded by people and friends... but so lost and so alone. A Linkin Park singer rages
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The harsh school lights prickled the back of the girl’s neck. The soft hum of electricity vibrating through tiny wires distracting her from the assignment, her most joyful mome
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Another Crying Day
Cold gray rain streaked the windshield depressingly as Myra searched her pockets for the key, the deluge soaked through her tank top and slid down her bar -
The green light shone through the high canopy, a twig snapped. Mist seeped through the cold ground at my feet, somewhere a macaw called. Another twig snapped, was that my imagi
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Playing God
Rain pounded in my head the memory of that vivid day, I sat staring perversely into the space between two lines of a letter on the cover of a book I was supposed -
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