5-word post: "The Sun Didn't Rise Today"

Meaney · Jul 16, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock.

DragonHeart · Jul 16, 2005

Still dark at eight o'cock. Whispers from the depths carry

Meaney · Jul 18, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I

poetinahat · Jul 18, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the

Patricia · Jul 19, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the

Meaney · Jul 19, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are

loquax · Jul 19, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the

Honey Nut Loop · Jul 19, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries

Patricia · Jul 19, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Paint · Jul 20, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!
Struggling to breathe, I search

Patricia · Jul 20, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for

poetinahat · Jul 20, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to

keladfc · Jul 20, 2005

5 word

the vent? Where are the

keladfc · Jul 20, 2005

woops

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the

lilie · Jul 20, 2005

windows? suffocating...I need air

joanclr · Jul 20, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this

sunandshadow · Jul 20, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where

DragonHeart · Jul 21, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where am I, if not there?

JennyMax · Jul 21, 2005

sunandshadow said:
Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where....?
Then I saw the man

lilie · Jul 21, 2005

His cold grey eyes stared

loquax · Jul 21, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where am I, if not there?

Then I saw the man. His cold grey eyes stared into my own, and I

Paint · Jul 21, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where am I, if not there?

Then I saw the man. His cold grey eyes stared into my own, and I whispered "Dad, where are we?"

keladfc · Jul 21, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where am I, if not there?

Then I saw the man. His cold grey eyes stared into my own, and I whispered "Dad, where are we?"

Wait! Dad died years ago!

Patricia · Jul 21, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where am I, if not there?

Then I saw the man. His cold grey eyes stared into my own, and I whispered "Dad, where are we?"

Wait! Dad died years ago! Terror, as I've never felt

eldragon · Jul 21, 2005

Still dark at eight o'clock. Whispers from the depths carry on. "Get to bed!" I light another smoke from the discarded butts overflowing from the kitchen ashtray. My fingers are shaking; stained red with the juice of rich ruby berries. My god! Wait, that's blood!

Struggling to breathe, I search the room for a vent. What happened to the vent? Where are the windows? suffocating...I need air.

Another tremor. I feel this cannot be my kitchen. Where am I, if not there?

Then I saw the man. His cold grey eyes stared into my own, and I whispered "Dad, where are we?"

Wait! Dad died years ago! Terror, as I've never felt before caused me to lose

5-word post: "The Sun Didn't Rise Today"

Socialist. Humanist. Solipsist.

Oerba Yun Fang

Socialist. Humanist. Solipsist.

say it loud

California Dreaming

Socialist. Humanist. Solipsist.

I verb nouns adverbly

California Dreaming

Warrior of Truth

California Dreaming

say it loud

lilie

Impractical Fantasy Animal

Oerba Yun Fang

JennyMax

lilie

I verb nouns adverbly

Warrior of Truth

California Dreaming

in a van down by the river