Brenton
itumeleng kganyago
Shea
Always Eighteen
AhmedJoy is
September 28th 2007 09:58
Downwrite - Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull; Rod Serling
[ August 2007 ] [ October 2007 ]
Downwrite - September 2007
Add Comments
Aries
September 26th 2007 00:37
Aries in the milky sky
Chewing moongrass, up on high
Watches with a smile wry
As comets and astronauts topple by
Chewing moongrass, up on high
Watches with a smile wry
As comets and astronauts topple by
| 35 |
| Vote |
Comments (2) Bright Lights
September 25th 2007 12:53
Bright Lights
Bight Lights
Flashing Fast
Breaking Pace
Flying sparkles
Burn the night
A thousand suns
Inside my face
Bight Lights
Flashing Fast
Breaking Pace
Flying sparkles
Burn the night
A thousand suns
Inside my face
| 26 |
| Vote |
The Most Temporary Memory Ever
September 22nd 2007 14:12
The most temporary memory is seeing the very bottom of the ground swoop up towards you, wind tearing at your body, and rising up to make contact.
| 25 |
| Vote |
[ Link ]
Posted By: Brenton - Category: Writer's Block
Nobody
September 19th 2007 04:06
Read More Romeo's Thorn
September 16th 2007 11:32
I feel though I may be insane
I could cut myself and I’d feel no pain
Though my heart would bleed for an eternity[ Click here to read more ]
I could cut myself and I’d feel no pain
Though my heart would bleed for an eternity
| 39 |
| Vote |
10 Words I love
September 13th 2007 02:43
Fun Pranks To Liven Up Family Life
September 12th 2007 03:18
| 33 |
| Vote |
Cat Sandwitch
September 10th 2007 14:29
LEDGEND OF THE FISHCAKE WARRIORS: BOOK X: THE SAGA ENDS
September 7th 2007 01:23
The fishcake warriors approached the final door where the final Fishcake lord, Charlie lay waiting. As they were about to enter, half the roof collapsed in flames and set fire to Max’s shoes. Aunty Oxidant ran over to him and began spitting on them.
“The flames are spreading! Come through the door fast!” cried Loci Brokili the cool and funky disco breaker.
[ Click here to read more ]
“The flames are spreading! Come through the door fast!” cried Loci Brokili the cool and funky disco breaker.
| 34 |
| Vote |
[ Link ]
Posted By: Brenton - Category: Ledgend of the Fishcake Warriors
Nobody Likes Me...
September 6th 2007 06:23
| 55 |
| Vote |
THE LAST NINJA
September 5th 2007 13:41
The last ninja Aaron had to kill smoked and listened to the Carpenters and watched young girls in miniskirts as they walked passed him in the city. He was a pretty old man, in his late sixties. His name was Ruben.
| 42 |
| Vote |
[ Link ]
Posted By: Always Eighteen - Category: Writers
Fairies
September 5th 2007 05:25
Fairies dancing in the flowers
Lauging and prancing for simply hours
With the shiny boots and hats
Lauging and prancing for simply hours
With the shiny boots and hats
| 27 |
| Vote |
A Winter’s Tale
September 4th 2007 02:47
Guilt and Me (Chapter 3 – ‘Jil’, Part 1)
September 4th 2007 00:13
Jill is my girlfriend’s nickname, her real name is Chyou. She was born in Singapore, her mother was Singaporean and her father was Chinese. Her name means autumn and ever since I found out the meaning of her name autumn had become my favourite season. Autumn… what a perfect name for her, she so looked like autumn, her brown eyes like the leaves of autumn, her warming face, like the sun of autumn, her long flowing hair, like the falling leaves of autumn, her simple, peaceful smile, like the grey sky of autumn.
Despite having the pencil and paper Brendan had given me I wasn’t going to write anything. I didn’t bring writing material not because I forgot but because I didn’t want to write home. Writing home meant remembering home, remembering home brought me pain, something I was already experiencing enough of[ Click here to read more ]
Despite having the pencil and paper Brendan had given me I wasn’t going to write anything. I didn’t bring writing material not because I forgot but because I didn’t want to write home. Writing home meant remembering home, remembering home brought me pain, something I was already experiencing enough of
| 30 |
| Vote |
Guilt and Me (Chapter 2 – Welcome to Nam… Mate)
September 2nd 2007 23:49
It wasn’t what I expected, Vietnam, it was, different, it was, something else. I knew it was going to be jungle, I knew it was going to be humid and I knew it was going to be as far away from home as I’d ever likely get, yet it was completely unexpected, seeing it all.
There was a sense of surrealism surrounding it, was I here? Was it all real? Was this just some kind of nightmare? I would have believed it then and there, that it was all in my head, that I was going to wake up at home look out my window at the beautiful scene, lit by the beautiful Australian sun[ Click here to read more ]
There was a sense of surrealism surrounding it, was I here? Was it all real? Was this just some kind of nightmare? I would have believed it then and there, that it was all in my head, that I was going to wake up at home look out my window at the beautiful scene, lit by the beautiful Australian sun
| 27 |
| Vote |
Your Text Goes Here
September 2nd 2007 21:54
Your text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYostop the crapur text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour tnext time you speakext goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes heredon't just open your mouthYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereYour text goes hereSay something
| 34 |
| Vote |
Guilt and Me (Part 2, Chapter 1)
September 2nd 2007 04:14
I knew that one of the core goals of the training was to strengthen bonding, in a way it was more important than learning how to fire a gun or march for miles and miles. It was what brought us together, made us who we were and defined us. Like the stitching in ones clothing, an individual thread doesn’t mean much, but woven together and it’s a whole different, grander, thing.
In a way I hated it, getting to know people, it wasn’t my thing. My mother died when I was young and my dad would always say how it is best not to get attached to things. If you lose something you hold dear to yourself it will hurt you infinitely more than if you didn’t. At a time like this, they were going to send us off to a foreign country and expect us to kill other people, possibly die for our country. Did they really want us to be best mates[ Click here to read more ]
In a way I hated it, getting to know people, it wasn’t my thing. My mother died when I was young and my dad would always say how it is best not to get attached to things. If you lose something you hold dear to yourself it will hurt you infinitely more than if you didn’t. At a time like this, they were going to send us off to a foreign country and expect us to kill other people, possibly die for our country. Did they really want us to be best mates
| 51 |
| Vote |
More Posts
1 Posts
7 Posts
9 Posts
270 Posts dating from April 2006
Email Subscription
Receive e-mail notifications of new posts on this blog:
[ View Blog Summary ] [ Create A New Post ]
Moderated by Brenton
