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I, AmericaI, AmericaI, America
There was inadequate lighting for the task at hand in the small, dirtied jail cell, but he knew what he had to do, and that night was his only chance to do it. The words had been forming in his head since that fateful day, three months ago, and they were words he knew must reach eyes and ears of others before his eyes and ears ceased their earthly functions on the morrow. That was why his smuggled pen touched smuggled paper that night, flickering light or no.
*** To Whom It May Concern: I am writing this letter because of the almighty power of the word. Words have more powe
by ~Nebakcnarf
Me, Myself, and EyeMe, Myself, and EyeMe, Myself, and Eye
The phone rang. The middle aged man grunted out of his sleep, and clumsily picked up the receiver. The glowing plasmatic numbers on the digital clock face reflected a red glow of his otherwise stark blue eyes. The clock read two in the morning. “He..hello?” “Dad?” “George?” “I’m coming home.” The phone clicked on the other end, and the tired man scratched his balding head and attempted to set the receiver down quietly. There was a sedate moan from beside him. &n
by ~Nebakcnarf
Herd MentalityHerd MentalityHerd Mentality
The miles of road between Springfield and Sparta were diminishing rather quickly, and I couldn’t help but notice how much faster time passed when I was behind the wheel. The air outside was cold and damp, a typical late November day, and I was driving my father’s “dirty” white pickup truck. I say “dirty” because I was no longer able to tell if the truck was actually white. I suppose the state of the truck’s paint job was just as well, though, for my father and I were on our way to my grandfather’s farm where the ground would be sloppy with more than just mud. My da
by ~Nebakcnarf
Of Mowing Lawns I SingethOf Mowing Lawns I SingethOf Mowing Lawns I Singeth
This I know, I hate to mow. Blade spinning fast; How time won’t pass. All I can do is pray for snow.
This I know, I hate to mow. The mower’s smoking; I am choking. My head I wish to deal a blow.
This I know, I hate to mow. Blisters on my feet; The all-oppressing heat. I wish grass seeds would just not sow.
This I know, I hate to mow. Mower clogged with grass; Working like an ass. What is it to God I owe?
This I know, I hate to mow. The blade is knocking; To myself I am t
by ~Nebakcnarf
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- Interests: Writing (duh), movies, theater, rock n' roll, and the list goes on and on
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings
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- Favourite genre of music: Rock n' Roll
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