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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...

They were screaming at each other, like every other night. Tonight was the same sort of argument, except they were just coming in from a party, late at night. She was in a black cocktail dress, he was wearing name brand, top of the line clothes. It should have been a great night, but as usual, something had set set one of them off... She was visibly upset, her legs were shaking in her heels as she walked into the house. He didn't seem to care that his girl was upset. He was furious that his night ended when and how it did. The front door slammed behind him, making the windows shake in their panes. She threw him a n angry, yet sad, look. He shot her down with a snarl. She started crying as she ran to the bedroom, her shoes flying behind her. He couldn't care less. He was planning on leaving the house tonight, anyhow. One of the girls he occassionally slept with would let him spend the night with her. But... he heard something from the bedroom. He went back to investigate. H...

pink, orange and yellow streak across the sky as the sun sets. a strong wind sweeps across the canyon, swoops up the ridge i'm on. i open my arms in a cross and let the wind hold me up, right where i am, showered in a ray of liquid gold. i take a deep breath, breathing in a stream of cool, fresh air. i feel like i am on top of the world, like nothing can catch me here. like nothing else exists. i feel like i am the only person here. only existing to keep the balance of the world equal. the feeling is exhilerating.

water moves forward, roaring as it goes. it keeps on its path, coursing ceaselessly to the chute. a leaf floats down, drifting onto the river. it rides on the water, going along. the water urges forward, crashing and rolling. then, the water rolls over the edge, falling. it free falls several hundred feet and rumbles down. it crashes to meet the pool and the rest of the water of the river at the bottom, cauing a white mist. the leaf blows over the fall, swishing and riding the air currents down to the river, drifting down the wall of water. it is hidden by the mist as it falls, then beaten under water when it lands, torn to shreds. the water flows and ebbs, flowing forward, never stopping, never standing still, never flowing backwards. always moving, never looking back. drifting, flowing, ebbing, drifting.....

The sun rises over the horizon, showing a world different than the one at night. Trees cast long shadows across the ground, standing majestic. Hills roll into the light fog. Birds chirp their morning songs, waking up the sleeping world. A cool, gentle breeze floats through, cool and calm. The dog barks and wags her tail, hoping to go outside to chase the morning creatures. A new day starts, same as the ones before, but different with each sunrise.