Little Leap Emerson Trouble

ar bucolic, produced one of those lists I have just named and still kept it safe through piles of papers and notes from my childhood. At the end of the list, so shy and rather unremarkable, the phrase "writing a book" made its way a few months ago in my mind.

And unearthing memories, recalling feelings, I return because that is part of my wishes for the future. do not intend now to write a book in the truest sense of the word, but a little story I have in mind for a short period of time.
The idea is in my mind, the material in my book and the prologue ... p

Heritage Vegetable Seeds Reflection agoraphobic

'm completely surrounded. Ando by paved roads and gray slabs, rough, whisper to the passage of the soles of my shoes.
looked up discovering a huge mulberry ojas very green and translucent among which the Sun is drained and dazzles me.
squinting, can see on my own eyelids closed the silhouette of the mulberry tree and opened my world becomes a diluted emerald.
People, many people. Wherever you look there is always someone on the wide sidewalks, they all look ... nobody sees what I see ...
And I get scared, irrational panic that it is toodo broad, too open. Much of the world, too, and I ... I so small.
extend the arms but do not touch wall, just hold me in this world of ours on the narrow, tiny soles of my feet, just a tiny portion of all the skin that covers me. And again I
mulberry, back to her so I can feel close to something in my den with the crust bottom. I raise my eyes again and panic leaking through the cracks of its branches, among the leaves and the sun ..
'm Surrounded entirely too small for everything, too large for fear, too lost to find me.

Highest Interest Investment

ute, pula, realizing that my fears are less solid than usual, breathing the fresh air of the coming changes ... and that is why I decided to start writing again.

"Lulu imagines" a lot and want to record it here.
Thanks to all who have made this change!

Oldschool Redline For Sale

bsp; The story is a bit odd, a bit sentimental and meaningless. It shows too where I knew what to put and where not. In theory they should be drabbles, but math is not my forte. Also, if the muse decides that must be one hundred and one words one hundred and one words are. And if you say five thousand four hundred seventy-one, are being written. And there is more to say.

I. Problems. The fifteen years are the worst of all ages. The most problematic than you thought you pod & amp; iacute; to happen was a pop quiz or rain during a trip to the beach. But suddenly, something happens, something so fucking big, or strong, or unbelievable, or painful, or all together you think you will die at that moment. Kind of like falling in love. Being big, strong, incredibly in love. Painfully in love, That is a problem. No sleep, no talking, not eating, not thinking. And all of this is increased to biblical proportions if the person you've fallen is Clive Seal.

II. Melt or be melted.

Clive is cold. Apathetic. Talkwith him is often like talking to a wall. You stare and act with complete disregard for any situation. You should kill his entire family in cold blood before getting him a word of hatred and, needless to say, it is physically impossible to give a punch at someone. But sometimes, when alone reading or listening to music, smiles to himself and I think that smile could melt the ice if someone could melt before him. And, since I first saw him, just want to become that "someone."

III. Revelation.

The day he arrived it was raining. It rained a lot. More than it had rained in years. He opened the door and entered the classroom, soggy, waterlogged ground around him. He looked so weak, I was so lost ... He sat alone at a desk, almost shivering and that was when it was clear. From then on, my only concern would be that guy.

IV. Revelation. (II)

The new guy image, has depthand talk to him. I do not think I answered as Susan, right? I mean, if you talk about something you like, you might ...

- Dave! Are you with us or not? You've been a little ... out completely. - Huh? - No, obviously I'm not with them. I've being out since Clive Seal entered the classroom door. And my friends do not let me think about it alone. - Sorry, I was listening.

"That's obvious, man. Is something wrong?

recently est á s weird.

"It's nothing, just a bit of grogginess. I will walk around and see if I will shake, OK? - Before I stand up, all are absorbed back into the conversacióny completely ignore me. Ten friends for this ...

But now I am determined. I will take this ... and I'll talk to Clive.