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The dark was falling faster than I had thought. I thought that I'd be okay. But it was dark. I couldn't be out. I could barely see. If I wanted to sleep, I'd need to get myself inside, and soon. Sooner than that. The house came out of nowhere, it seemed, and maybe it did. I couldn't know. It was foggy out, dark... I couldn't see more than five feet in front of my face. One moment it wasn't there, and the next, it was looming in front of me. I scrambled up the steps, almost tripping as I went - the stairs were steep -  up to the porch. The door was open, and I didn't think anything of it. After all, the house came out of nowhere. So, why would the door be closed to those who'd need it? I walked down the hall, adjusting my bag on my shoulders, pulling my jacket tighter around me. There was a slight chill in the air. Had I closed the door behind me? I couldn't be sure... The hallway split. I went right. Down the hall, I found a kitchen, a bathro...

the sun is at a slant, clouds just below it. there is an orange glow on the horizon as the sun sinks behind the clouds, hundreds of shafts of light, yellow and orange, peak from behind the clouds. the ball shines from a gap, the shaft of light just for me. i lift my face to it, watching the strong, powerful waves race toward the shore, crashing on each other and the beach. the closer to the horizon, the deeper the orange color. clouds are most thick 'round the sun, more flanking them, thinning out to the south and north - to the left and right, respectively. the sun has disappeared behind the clouds now, but shafts of rays shine through, dying the clouds golden yellow, the farthest reaching ones the brightest yellow and golden. just south, the sun colors the sky a pink-orange color. as i watch the sky change colors, a cool breeze makes me shiver. the waves continue to crash toward the shore. the sand shifts under me as i move, taking in the scene. the golden rays are gone n...

to those who love what they do, i say cheers for those who are happy, let's toast to a merry life and those who never grow up, let life be a long adventure to those who die young, you're never forgetten; you're always remembered; your lives were short, but happy and for those who work for what they want, your lives are well spent to those who grow up, but never get old... live to your heart's desire those who fulfill their heart's desires, what a wonderful life but lives, to those young and old, rich and poor, over-worked and those who've never had to work a day in their life, are blank canvases that we are meant to draw a story on, the story of our lives; use that blank canvas well; hopefully, the drawing or painting that you've created by the end of your life is colorful and will be remembered for years...