It was a cold November. Colder that any she had experienced before. She hated days like this. Mostly because he old red truck didn't have any heating, the other She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She racked her brain for the last place she put her shotgun.
He sat in the treetops, balancing on a thin branch. Half of his thoughts were fixed on anyone passing by; he thought it was best to not alert anyone today, the other on the old red truck, driving down the road. He shivered, and rubbed his arms together. He couldn't wait till he could return to the fiery depths he called home. Maybe take a swim in his fav
A girl stops.
High schooler.
She looks around and turns down an alleyway.
Not looking back.
She clutches her bag. Precious cargo.
She walks a ways before
He appears.
He is an angel.
Literally.
His snow-white wings glow with a heavenly air.
Dressed in white robes and golden sandals, he lands.
His face, a thing of perfection, with eyes as blue as a bright summer day,
Dark hair atop his head.
They embrace.
"I've missed you," he whispers
She is in tears.
"Did you find it?" he asks.
She nods, rustling through her bag.
She grabs it, gently pulling it from her bag.
It is a gold necklace, from ancient times.
Appropriate for
Pondering the streets of the mind
Hoping to see the light of happiness,
Over the Horizon,
Till ye light comes,
We shall survive only in darkness,
Wandering where the once bright light went,
And when did the sorrow set,
Hoping to see the light again
Oh come ye light,
For the streets are darkening
Pondering the streets of the mind,
The lonely, lonely mind.
It was a cold November. Colder that any she had experienced before. She hated days like this. Mostly because he old red truck didn't have any heating, the other She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She racked her brain for the last place she put her shotgun.
He sat in the treetops, balancing on a thin branch. Half of his thoughts were fixed on anyone passing by; he thought it was best to not alert anyone today, the other on the old red truck, driving down the road. He shivered, and rubbed his arms together. He couldn't wait till he could return to the fiery depths he called home. Maybe take a swim in his fav
A girl stops.
High schooler.
She looks around and turns down an alleyway.
Not looking back.
She clutches her bag. Precious cargo.
She walks a ways before
He appears.
He is an angel.
Literally.
His snow-white wings glow with a heavenly air.
Dressed in white robes and golden sandals, he lands.
His face, a thing of perfection, with eyes as blue as a bright summer day,
Dark hair atop his head.
They embrace.
"I've missed you," he whispers
She is in tears.
"Did you find it?" he asks.
She nods, rustling through her bag.
She grabs it, gently pulling it from her bag.
It is a gold necklace, from ancient times.
Appropriate for
Current Residence: Illinois deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL Favourite genre of music: Alt Favourite style of art: Writing MP3 player of choice: IPod Touch Personal Quote: "Rocks ur socks"
This is for my new chat room MakeItUpAsWeGo, follow the instructions to join and play!
Welcome to MakeItUpAsWeGo! If this is your first time in the chatroom, I will need to put you into a group before continuing. Please note me with where you want to go.
The categories are:
ShapeShifters: People in this group will not have a "Concrete" character and will be able to change who they are from game to game. They cannot change once inside the game, unless other circumstances apply (Ex: A spell is cast, changing the form of said character or it is part of the "Themes")
Concretes: these people will have to have the same character for every game.
I'M FREAKIN GOING TO THE SOUTH PACIFIC!
Confused? An explanation:
(I'l copy pasta cuz im lazy)
The People to People movement was launched in 1956 by President Dwight D. Eisenhower. For nearly 50 years, People to People Ambassador Programs has served as People to People International's global educational travel provider, organizing and promoting opportunities for bridging cultural and political borders through direct interaction, unparalleled access, and unique experiences.
Before, I haz no money to go.
But now? I has money. ~victorydanceplz (https://www.deviantart.com/victorydanceplz):dollarus::dollarus::dollarus::dollarus:
:dollarus::dollarus:
Suspicious no?
Trust me, the
[] I like skinny jeans
[x] Music is life.
[x] I write/wrote poetry/song lyrics.
[] My hair covers part of my face
[x] I wear band shirts
[] I know who Jeffree Star is.
[] I wear/wore converse
[ ] I wear/wore vans.
[x] I wear/wore eyeliner
[] I have/had/want my lip pierced
[ ] I listen to The Used
[ ] I'm in a band.
[ ] My screen name had/has an x in it
[x] I like My Chemical Romance
[x] I also like/liked Green Day
[x] I know what mosh means.
[] I sit in corners often.
[x] I hate MTV
[] I take pictures of myself a lot.
[] Especially ones where you can't see my whole face.
[x] I am lost without a cd player/my iPod/mp3
I just thought I would show my face on your profile, and say hello, I noticed you added piece of my work, to your beautiful collection and wanted to tell you, How much I appreciate your support!
Um... I don't mean to be a bother, but could you please send me the link to your Chat Room? I have already read the rules and have submitted my character.