Wow. 
Optimism| I did the ColorGenics again. Here are the results: (Note: In the notes I speak the unclouded truth. Please do not judge me.) Is it that you are working - or even playing - too hard? Because it would seem that you are experiencing a great deal of pent-up emotion at this time which could possibly take effect and lead to irrational behaviour. Note: I'm easing up but I do have a lot of repressed emotion. You are very self-sufficient and methodical. You presume to know where you are going but need to find a person who will recognise the way you are, not be too demanding and who is, as they say in Italy, 'Simpatico'. Note: YES. Loneliness is soul destroying and at this time you feel lost and lonely, perhaps it is because you feel so frustrated that you are prepared to go out of your way to become emotionally involved with someone who could accept you for what you are. You are egocentric, antagonistic and quick to take offence, although it must be said, you can control your pent-up up emotion and thus avoid open conflict. Note: I would try. I admit I can be antagonistic sometimes. You pretend that you are a carefree individual and that nothing really bothers you - that you are so self-sufficient that whatever problems beset you they simply flow off you as water flows off a ducks back. You are experiencing considerable stress, trying to conceal yourself from the rest of the world. In actual fact - deep down, you are not at all happy. You feel lonely and you need someone with whom you can 'Let your hair down' and share your hopes, dreams and high standards. You are imposing unnecessary self restraint on yourself. You would like to demonstrate the unique quality of your character to all and sundry. Note: Very true... I am a loner, but I want a true friend... At this time you don't particularly like yourself. Everything that you have tried to do seems to have gone wrong. This makes you feel that there is no point in trying to start again. Apart from being stressed and tense, you are angry with yourself and have unadmitted self-contempt. Your refusal to admit that you and you alone is the basic cause of your problems leads to you adopting a headstrong and defiant attitude. If you take stock of yourself, smile a little and let go, everything will turn out OK. Have you not heard of the cliche 'smile and the world smiles with you - cry and you cry alone!'? Note: True. Sigh. ---------------------- I am pretty messed up, but I don't show it. I think I might get better, with time. My memory is in horrendous. I forget easily, and do not remember much of my life. Memory is something we usually take for granted. I don't. I can't. Likes: Dragons, the idea of a close friendship, video games, music, reading, airsoft, internet, friends. Dislikes: Blatant liars, people who obviously are, excuse the expression, covering their asses; country music,jerks, insomnia, heat, death, senseless violence, politics. If I could have three things, they would be, in no particular order: 1. Memory. 2. Ability to fly under my own power. 3. A very close friend. One I can truly trust and speak openly with. |
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"What is 'real?' How do you define 'real?' If real is what you can feel, smell, taste, and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain." –Morpheus, movie: The Matrix
What you are about to read is real. Real… that word seems so distant now, so false. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning.
I was dreaming. I was transforming within the dream, becoming a dragon. My bones stretched and reshaped. My skin split, revealing black scales all over, and blue scales down my front. My face pushed out, creating a draconic muzzle. My ey
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I was momentarily blinded as I stepped through the doorway. I heard two disturbingly loud thuds and some gasps. Strangely enough, I could smell the fear and shock, almost coppery and tangy, which provided a sharp contrast to the weird floral air freshener.
I regained my sight and saw two women on the floor, out cold, three men in front of me, and another woman checking to make sure the passed out women were all right. Chris was standing by his dad. Mark and Matt were trying to wake their respective mothers. Mark's dad spoke first. "What the h*ll?" His voice was surprisingly deep for a skinny 5'5" guy.
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There were only two days left before school would start. I had spent the last couple days hanging out with my friends and getting used to my new body. It finally felt completely natural to me. Seeing myself in the mirror was no longer a shock. I was even getting used to being tall, which was quite a surprise considering I was two feet taller than I used to be.
After getting ready, I decided it was time to finally start showing myself to people. I would start with my friends' parents. I sauntered over to the house phone. Before I could even pick it up, it rang. It was, amazingly, Burning Hope High Scho
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The Dragon Awakening Chapter 1“Hey Zeke, Zeke wake up man the teacher is looking at you.” Said Kirak as he struggled to wake up his friend “Huh, what did I miss something?”I mumbled still half dazed, “Mr. Lake would you be so kind as to tell us the answer to number 43?” asked my math teacher Mrs. Bellbottom it had been a long week for me, and I wasn’t feeling my best since I’d been playing COD4 all last night. “Um, 12” I replied without even lifting my head as the class burst into laughter. “Ugh Mr. Lake, I would like to see you after class and here is a detention for you and your friend.” Mrs. Bellbottom said giThe Dragon Awakening Chapter 1
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ForgivenessI was walking in the old ruins that day. I could fell the countless years of that old place floating around the place, like a fog. I was an intruder; I felt the old walls looking at me, staring at me with invisible eyes. I speeded up, not running, but not even walking anymore. I passed an old graveyard, and I stopped. I felt a voice, deep in my mind; it was telling me to go in there. My legs moved on their own, leading me into that place; the final destination of the house of our soul. I walked toward one of the graves; my eyes were telling me that there was nothing in that old stone, but my mind was saying something different:Forgiveness
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War and FlammieIn another reality…an alternative past…second world war never ended. The German army never lost the war…and now we are still fighting against them. The year was 1960, and Germany seemed to have won. However, it was not over yet…all the American, Russian, and English forces, gathered in what they called “The sons of liberty’s last stand”.War and Flammie
I was an American soldier, and I was going to take part in that final battle…the battle that was going to decide the future of the world. I prepared myself with the other soldiers of my unit…all ready to fight…all ready to die. Then we jumped on a
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Wounded Dave was taking a walk though his land in the woods while on vacation at his cabin. He liked to get far away from the city and all its chaos and noise for a few months, once in a while. Shortly after starting down the path that went around his land, he heard an odd sound. He stopped and listened, thinking it was probably a deer. He waited, listened and looked around, to see if it would move again.Wounded
He heard nothing, so he started walking again. But only a few seconds passed and he heard it again, coming from the same direction. He stopped, waiting to see if he would hear it again. Th
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As you walk along, you get the odd feeling of being pursued. You turn around, but you see nothing. A rustle of leaves, the silent, almost nonexistent pitter-patter of footfalls draws your attention. You turn around once more and squint hard. For a second you see nothing, but then you see a long, thin piece of black-drab metal pointed directly at you. You hear a faint click-click, emitted from the object, and then you gasp in horror as you realize just what it is. Expecting to hear a bang, you grip your eyes shut, but instead your assailant pulls the trigger and a loud THANKS FOR THE WATCH!!! Blasts out of the barrel and he disappears into the forest, never to be seen again.
…Or at least until he gets another watcher.
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The greatest respect that I can ever give is silence.
in other words, if you're reading this on one of your own deviations, you didn't do good enough.
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Then I call, "Uh, you're welcome!"
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The greatest respect that I can ever give is silence.
in other words, if you're reading this on one of your own deviations, you didn't do good enough.
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The writer Jorge Borges saw that nearly all cultures have stories on dragons. Although he could no more explain dragons than the universe, he believed psychologically sociologically and imaginatively humans needed dragons. “Dragons ARE necessary to life"
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To survive a fire fight, You need to use your head as your weapon.
(One of my long, hard learned lessons.)
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To survive a fire fight, You need to use your head as your weapon.
(One of my long, hard learned lessons.)
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