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by Michelle678

The department store was getting ready to close and Charles was intrigued by the sounds coming from the large tank set up in the corner, it sounded like a buzz saw. He came closer to investigate when suddenly the edge of the saw came from the inside of the tank , someone was breaking out of the tank and into the store ! He started to run just as the explosion took out half of the department, and everyone in it. The explosion could be heard throughout the store, Merill was shopping in children’s buying clothing for her nieces and nephews,. She still held onto the dream that she’d have her own little girl someday. Across the store at that same time the waves from the explosion knocked a giant pink exercise type ball off a high shelf, it rolled into a corner and stopped. There was a hole in the side, just large enough to see two dark, brooding, curious eyes. Because of the explosion, the store was getting evacuated. Merill had heard the loudspeaker announcement and was on her was out, past the toy section, when she heard a small noise to her left. A small, frail, lost… read more

by Michelle678

So, I've never been to good with the RSS feed thing, and I accidentaly deleted the tailcast pages I had in my Sage, then I noticed you can subscribe to people just within tailcast (thought it has been there for ages I didn't understand the difference, just call me OLD), now that idea I like, I think I might be more apt to go to them that way. I know I don't come here nearly often enough, and most of you probably think I am stuck up. :/ Anyway, I'm trying deperately to remember who I had in sage, even though I never went to them, it was comforting to have them there *argh*. I have a goal to set, I want to try and remember I have this page, and show up at least once a week. Actually browse and comment, I mean I do browse, but it seems I only do it when I have something to upload. I'm really bad at commenting too. Perhaps you can all help me with that? Michelle read more

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A Letter To Julie by Michelle678

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008 4 am 4 am... I'm hungry, but not tired, I'm bored and not inspired, I'm lonely, but need to be alone. I could read or play a game listening to music is drying out again but it is just a name to a distraction sleeping is the ultimate hide from the thoughts that will not die I need a job, I need an S.O. I need to be living on my own. This life is not what I thought it'd be Who the hell is this inside of me? I look in the mirror and wonder when my life got away from me. I look like a kid, and I know I'm a bore. Not pretty enough to have ever been a whore. I just don't follow what eveyone is into. I do not keep score. These walls I've built to protect myself get in the way, but when I open the door, I get kicked in the face. How do they do it? The ones who are loved, who have friends everywhere? I try to be nice, be open, be sincere. What am I missing here? Posted by paisleypower30 at 4:08 AM read more

by Michelle678

Some people you meet like you immediately, and you like them. Some are nice to you then, but forget as soon as you leave. Time can be fickle thing, skewing perceptions of the time you spent together. I know there are some I have left an impression with, they won’t forget me. Others clearly let you know you will never be in the forefront of their mind. Even if they are in yours a lot of the time. But I’m not so sure about you. Some people forget you unless you talk to them everyday, Others notice every minute you are away. Some only talk if they have to, like me. It doesn’t mean you aren’t in my mind regularly. I just don’t want to be a burden. I wish I could make an indent in your mind like the one your head leaves in a feather pillow, instead of the restaurant booth cushion one I have now. Deep and large while your there, gone by the time you are out the door. You have no idea how much that hurts.You do. I hope I haven’t done that to any of you. Originally posted Jul 20th, 2009 4:11pm (on… read more

by Michelle678

I wish I was your obsession. As you are for me. Most people have a apathetic opinion of me. I am used to this. I’ve gotten over Alex not wanting to be close, and Alan, and Ed unfriending on facebook and unfollowing on twitter. People who add me to skype, but are never there. Ones who have an excuse when they are. A long conversation with someone who never calls again. I just wish some people would do the things they say. You said you’d subscribe, and you haven’t. You said you’d add me to skype, and you haven’t. I was making excuses for you, you aren’t at home, you don’t have access. Then I found out you brought your laptop and were talking to Vee. There is a hole in this theory, I now see, and you haven’t. I thought we had a good day, anyone who knows me well would say it. I actually talked, and joined in, or tried. Any other time I’d be the wallflower on the side, watching from the bleachers but afraid to play. You even talked back and rode in my car. I thought that meant something. Tying a bond. And you haven’t.… read more

by Michelle678

You are the epitome of everything I wish I could be sexy, smart, confident, talented, secure in your sexuality. I am dull, stupid, ugly, and boring. Then you call. Tell me I am your all. I wonder what you really need; what could be missing in you that you find in me? The one who is stable, no fetishes, no obsessions. Well, none that I’ve shared. (I have handcuffs stashed somewhere.) That treats you like a real person. What is that exactly? I scare myself. I love you - I do, but not the way you think. I want to take you over, be you and not me, have everyone love me as they love you. I dream of you, in these dreams you see right through… So why in real life do you look at me with those deep brown eyes trusting and caring; why can’t you see my treachery? I wish I was the selfless, cold, and composed person you think I am, instead of this twelve year old who wants to crush you into oblivion. Am I insane? I’ll never have anyone like you again. I must be, for I see your blood on my hands when… read more

by Michelle678

Covered in dust,In a box on the top shelf, I stored a part of myself. Waiting for the day when I could wear it again. Behind some old toys and a broken game controller. I knew it was there, but had forgotten it had been so long. Digging it out set off an alarm in my brain to try and use it again. Will it even fit? What if I’m wrong? It has been so, so long. Opened on the bed, I stared. Smaller than I remembered, I tried to put it on. I wriggled, I jumped, I pulled out a stitch, It just would not fit. I found a chain to hang it around my neck, just to have it close, to say I tried. I hid it under my shirt so no one would see, that I had something they all have as a separate part of me. Oh, I played the game well, or so I thought. But YOU knew and I got caught. You said we could fix it, put it back right. I trusted you to do this, I gave you my all. It grew, it blossomed,… read more

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I wrote this several months ago, forgot about it, revamped it today. *any relation to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental* What I Couldn't See Ed came out of the house, put his hoodie over his lovely chestnut brown hair and began walking to the station. Tom was coming round and he'd said he'd meet him. They'd been taking more and more the last few weeks, mostly about their band. Ed was feeling very comfortable with this new partnership and it seemed to him Tom was too. The train pulled into the station and people began departing it, each to their own way. Tom was close to last, his blonde hair shone in the sun and he had a big smile plastered on his face as he came to greet him. They hugged and Tom immediately wanted to go to the pub. This was not unusual, so off they went to The Eagle, it had the best onion rings in town. Ed asked Tom about his week and he started talking about Nancy. He was sorry he'd asked, Nancy was nice but for some reason Ed felt a bit of jealousy there. He didn't even know… read more