tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20632341139138275112024-02-07T01:04:53.874-05:00Just an introductionLeon Bramiskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936171074639216319noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063234113913827511.post-73818958588365398202012-04-16T08:35:00.001-04:002012-04-16T08:35:18.515-04:00A story I wrote, Just the intro<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The familiar rush of the drug
spread up her arm, filling her entire body with an unnatural feeling of warmth.
She hated doing it, but her pouch was nearly empty save for a few dollar bills
and a copy of the Qur’an, She knew she had too or she’d starve out in the
street like any regular orphan. <br />
“I have to do this. I can’t allow myself to starve. To rot in this god forsaken
town,” with some sense of reassurance she quietly slipped into the liqueur
store. The drug circulated through her veins, she felt almost relaxed,
effortlessly blending with the Hispanics in the store. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Her brown complexion radiated
against her white “I <3 NY t-shirt,” casually strolling through the midsized
store she gave the impression of a teen looking for her parents, but this was
only a convenient <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Disguise she’d learn to
perfect. Indeed, she soon found what she was looking for, the lone security
camera that stood alone in the middle of an aisle.<br />
Carefully she fished out a laser pointer from her pocket, the guy who sold it
to her said it could disable security cameras, but all she could do was hope he
hadn’t cheated her.<br />
“Aren’t you a little too young to be in a liqueur store?”<br />
She had to use all her energy to control herself as she turned around and
slipped the laser pointer back into her pocket, to find a fat white man
standing in front of her,<br />
“I-I’m looking for my p-parent’s” she managed to converge, “Oh really, At a
liqueur store?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Damn. She hadn’t thought of how
stupid that sounded, “You got five seconds to find them or get out little
lady,” It was no good to argue. She walked out the store with a growling
stomach. No robbery. No money. But worst of all: no food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> The midnight rain was picking up; the alleyway
next to the liqueur store did little to help shelter her from the warm droplets
falling from the heavens. She didn’t want to get sick; cough medicine was 12
dollars a bottle, let alone a hospital being 12 grand a day, but she had little
choice but to wait under a small roof in the alley until the storm eased up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Minutes passed with no relief,
and worse, the speed she had token was finally starting to wear off. As her
mind became her own she could only blame herself over and over again. “If I
hadn’t fucked up, I’d have a hot meal and a warm bed tonight, but no, princess
was looking for her—“<br />
A loud bang rang out through the alleyway, a shadowy figure stood behind a
toppled trash can, he walked tensely towards the girl, it was the same man whom
kicked her out the liqueur store only minutes before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She seemed to take notice, and
took that he was only taking out the trash, but when he kept walking towards
her she knew something was up, would he call the police? Send her to a prison/
orphanage? “I left the store already, what do you want?”<br />
He was only a few feet away by this time, he said nothing only kept walking,
figuring he was going to take her in the store she thought of a quick lie, “My
parents just called, they’re on their way,” He seemed to flinch at this for a
moment, but kept walking towards her, “Hey! Didn’t you hea—“ <br />
For a moment she was engulfed in complete shock, her pouch fell from her hand
as two powerful hands latched onto her and threw her against the gravel of the
dark alley, the next moment the big man was on top of her, she felt a sudden
weakness overcome her. She felt like she was suffocating under his weight, not
being able to move. The big man moved over to her T-shirt and in one steady
motion ripped it off of her, “you Puerto Rican whore, you want some beer huh?
How about some tequila, I’ll give you some tequila alright;”<br />
He sounded like a wild animal, already her stomach was soaked in warm rain,
while the man’s furry hands ran up and down her body, thoughts zapped through
her head, “what the hell is he doing, is he going to- no, he can’t,” but he was
it seemed like, her bra had been thrown to sum slummy corner and her breasts
were now in full view. Her small nipples pocked out in the chill of the wind.
It was like she was living a nightmare, as the fat man aimed his eyes on her
jeans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I have to do something, I’m not
losing my virginity to this creep; the man’s fat fingers were already working
on her zipper. “I have to get to the road” she thought as her only hope for
safety. Seemingly her body went into auto pilot; throwing one grand kick to the
fat man’s jaw was enough to give her the chance to make a break for it.
Amazingly she managed to get onto her feet, her jeans now at her ankles
exposing her luscious brown thighs covered in damp blue panties (from the rain
of course). Her first instinct was to run, but she was smart enough to realize
she couldn’t run anywhere with her jeans so low. The man had recovered and was
on his feet, “come here you little whore, look how wet you are,” the eagerness
in his voice was enough to make her run. She managed barely 2 steps before
falling back onto the ground, now her hands were covered in blood, and she had
no more cards to play, she could already imagine the intense pain, and the fat
mans smell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Then she caught the glimmer of
metal in the gloom, it was her pocket knife. She didn’t even have to think as
her hands propelled her body slowly towards the metallic object; it was already
unfolded as she had left it when she was going to rob the store. What happened
in the next 3 seconds, was a blur: Her panties were ripped off to reveal the
small bush of virgin hair, the man’s voice was next to alien, as he revealed
his white penis, it looked large from the ground, jumping onto her, as she held
the blade up to her chest and closed her eyes…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The rain started to let up, she
felt warm liquid flowing freely onto her chest, she opened her eyes to a
monstrous sight. The man lay on her eyes open, a blade piercing completely
through his throat; the emerging moonlight reflected a vividly dark puddle of
blood covering her breasts. The dying man made one last desperate wheeze and
then silence fell, tears rolled down her cheeks until sirens broke the
stillness of the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> ~~~<br />
It was one of the most horrifying sights Officer Raúl had set eyes on, when he
pulled up the heavy man’s corpse he expected a dead body underneath, but
instead he looked down on a scene that seemed to come out of a movie, her
medium sized breasts were dark read, her face resembled that of a ghost, her
eyes were indescribably empty. She was completely naked, but his superior didn’t
seem to care; in fact he insisted he drive her to the station as to give
forensics a chance to investigate the blood bath. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Raúl found himself asking what
was there to investigate. Ripped clothes, a young, nude girl, obviously the
girl had manage to rid the world another sick bastard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The patrol car’s engine roared
through the mostly empty road. It’s tiring to deal with all the traffic Miami
loves to throw at a driver, so Raúl hits the country roads at every
opportunity, but it was different this time, he was trying his hardest to focus
on the moonlit sky, swarmed by dark rain clouds, instead of the ghost of a
formal girl seating in the back seat; but he couldn’t help himself from
glancing at the review mirror every so often. She only had a small towel covering
her body, but what caught his attention were her eyes. The gloom of the
moonlight hit them in an unnatural sort of way reflecting a bright empty green.<br />
“Hey?”<br />
She didn’t even look up, caught in her delusion, or wherever her mind had put
her in, Raúl kept driving. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A few miles down the road, they
were only 3 miles from the station. He looked over to the seat and remembered
the chocolate bar he’d boughten before work. A smirk appeared on his lips,
always in need in some chocolate he opened it. The sweet aura of chocolate
quickly filled the car, almost like a switch Her eyes shot up, focused on the
candy bar he was about to take a bite of, “what great luck,” Raúl thought,<br />
“you want some?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She gave a quick nod, Raul
didn’t hesitate to break off a large chunk which she snatched from his hand and
ate as quickly as he had given it to her.<br />
While she chewed, Raúl took the opportunity to ease up the tension, “What’s
your name kid?”<br />
“My name?”<br />
Her voice cracked in a gentle way, it made Raúl’s back tense, “Yeah?”<br />
“My name is Abir,”<br />
A gush of humid warm air rushed into the car, Raúl swerved the car, He only
caught a glimpse of Abir’s body barely missing the pavement while he stomped on
the break.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She struggled to get onto her
feat, unable to move her right arm, but the desire for freedom fueled her,
unstoppable like lead gushing out of a gun’s barrel, she bolted onto her feat
and used all of her strength to run and run through the dark and humidity. Her
feat sunk into the mud at every step, running into branches of the woods, she
kept going in no particular direction until it was hard for her to breathe. She
looked back; the woods had swallowed her up. In front of her all that was
visible were a few apartments and a man with pepper black hair smoking a
cigarette. She stared at him for a long while, she realized she was still
naked, and she hadn’t an idea of what to do. But she had to find somewhere or
someone she could trust. There was no one; it was only a game of survival at
this point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Abir started walking foreword, staring at this
man’s gray eyes nearing her at every footstep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> ~~~~~<br />
Edgar leaned coyly against the brick wall of his apartment, enjoying the view
of the moon against the dark clouds of the night. He took a long drag from his
cigarette, trying to calm his nerves. Whenever they come to his house to make a
delivery, but they always convince him. Any minute now the roar of a pickup
truck’s engine would pass by and he’d walk right on over, hand the money, and
receive the dope. Still he was fucking nervous, each puff from his cigarette
just seemed to intensify the situation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As if
someone new how nervous he was he hears a stick crack, it nearly scared the
shit out of his mind. He turns over in
the direction of the noise and see’s the weirdest thing he’s ever seen in his
whole life. A girl, covered in nothing but red paint, walking out of the woods
the whole time staring at him with bright green eyes.<br />
It took a minute for his mouth to work, she was only yards away by the time he
manage to spit out,<br />
“Oh my god, are you okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">But the girl said not a word;
she only reached up to put her hand on his shoulder. A long minute passed,
Edgar had dropped his cigarette at the mere sight of her, he was stumbling to
pull out his phone, when a weak voice stopped him, “I need you to trust me.”
Her eyes were empty and cold at these words, but Edgar always had this crazy
fantasy of helping someone, of actually making a difference…. He felt he wanted
to trust her, to help her.<br />
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He felt himself nod. A loud truck horn interrupted the moment, “Oh shit,” It
was the package, “umm, my apartment is just up there, room 53, you can’t miss
it, the key is in the crack at the bottom of the wall beside the door, I’ll be
up there in a minute.” He ran out towards the truck, they were about to pull
off, but stopped midway when they saw Edgar. He threw them a wallet full of
bills through the car’s window, and they handed him a black bag with at least 3
grams of tar. No sirens, no screams, the truck was already gone. Everything had
gone smooth. He sighed with relief before jogging his way back to his
apartment, the door was wide open and the girl lay motionless on the couch. The
room smelled of animal. The girl was asleep or dead… Either way Edgar’s nerves
were on fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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An hour passed, He’d made dark coffee and sprayed cheap air freshener. The girl
hadn’t awoken yet, so he decided to calm his nerves, on a plain wooden table
sat a syringe and a clean needle and the black bag.<br />
He pulled back on the plunger and let the blood mix in with the black tar
inside the reservoir. He took a breath and pushed down. The warm feeling of euphoria filled him
completely and intensely, the chemical made itself around his entire body, no
pain, nor worry, only warmth and safety.<br />
He hadn’t realized the girl had awoken at the sound of him noisily feeling the
syringe with the drug. She stared at him now with a blank look. Still naked and
covered in blood, she grabbed the blanket Edgar had given her when he came in
an hour ago, and walked over to him while he was experiencing his high, “feels
good?” Edgar looked over at her enjoying the last minute of his high with an
odd look of relaxation, “uh huh,”<br />
“Can I try some?”<br />
Edgar motioned his head over to the black bag filled with tar, she seemingly
grabbed the syringe from the floor, wiping it with an alcohol wipe, and
prepared it with the tar.<br />
Edgar was just coming off the high when he realized what she was doing; it was
too late to make any movement. She’d already pushed down on the plunger.<br />
Abir felt herself in another world, completely black at first then, warm, with
a rushing light. She felt like she’d seen the face of god and had held his
hand, The feeling of warmth was still their when she finally felt herself
return to the apartment’s kitchen. “My name is Abir” she said in a relaxed
voice. Edgar looked at her in terror, what had he done?<br />
<br />
Her body quivered for a moment, and veins popped, you could see the black
substance moving down her vein. He’d already grabbed the blankets off his bed
and thrown them over at her; they draped over her thin body. That seemed to
calm her, her eyes rolled back and she closed them, asleep not dead. Hopefully.
Edgar had seen overdoses before, they were much more violent, and this wasn’t
one of them. The drug was almost out of him… he laid down beside the naked girl
whose name is apparently Abir, and shut his eyes. The last image he remembered
was that of the spilled coffee.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The smell of oil and meat
filled the room, Edgar looked up to a girl with a frying pan in one hand a
knife in the other, Strange she was wearing the most queerest outfit, a big
brown t-shirt and 3 sizes too big jeans… wait they were his jeans. She turned
around, she was so skinny, a voice not too used to talking arose,<br />
“All I could find to cook was sliced turkey, I hope you don’t mind me wearing
your clothes”<br />
“uhh, not at all, what is this?”<br />
“I think its called breakfast.”<br />
She smiled to that, but Edgar knew a fake smile when he saw one,<br />
“I don’t even know who you are, and you’re in here cooking my turkey, what the
hell do you think this is?”<br />
She put down the pan, and slipped the knife into one of the jean pockets and
walked towards him. The hairs on Edgar’s neck quivered at the sudden turn in
the room,<br />
“I have something to ask you,”<br />
Their faces were separated only by a few inches, Edgar felt her eyes locked on
his,<br />
“Can I stay here for a little while”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Their faces were only inches
apart, eye to eye Edgar looked down. He thought about it for a moment, the
answer was clear.<br />
“No.”<br />
The only sound in the room was that of sizzling turkey, they stayed like that
for at least a minute until the sweet smell of fresh meat was replaced with
that of overcooked, blackened, and burned turkey. Her green eyes closed, for a
second it look like she was about to cry, but she opened them right up, and her
face was as neutral and emotionless as ever. Not a word was spoken she turned
around and he saw her leave in saggy jeans and large t shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The white shoes she had borrowed
from the drug addict were stained red from the wet soil she had walked in. The
woods were completely empty and quite save for the occasional dripping of water
from the branches and leaves high up above. It had been almost 2 hours of
walking, and she could tell she was nearing a river from the loud gushing of
water enfused by the recent rain.<br />
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<br /></div>Leon Bramiskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936171074639216319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063234113913827511.post-27375343156271722002012-04-12T00:11:00.001-04:002012-04-12T00:14:20.909-04:00Amateur literature<br />
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By a student</h3>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I want to beat the walls and scream with the hatred I feel</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Want to claw my face off</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Feel my nails sinking into my eyes and ripping the skin off
my cheeks.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I want to peel the mask off, feel teeth against flesh</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">And nail against bone</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dragging and gnawing and removing everything between the
outside world</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> and this thing I call a soul.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">And when I get there</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Finally unleashing myself from the one thing I can never
escape</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I will protect it from everything else.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Everything else is weak.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My mind is the one true thing I fear, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">the one thing I have
to protect myself from</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The one thing that can thrive despite all else.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">But what if I strip my skin off</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Bury my fingers into the abyss of bone</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The eye sockets of my skull</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">And find that there is nothing?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">What if I have destroyed everything I know</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My body</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My mind</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">To find out that there is no me inside?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><o:p style="font-weight: normal;"> </o:p><span style="font-weight: normal;">What then?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">She stirred.</span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Engulfed in the oblivion of a lucid dream.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Mind awake, body asleep.</span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Despite her frozen being,</span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">
She sensed danger, she smelled her own fear. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Even as she sleeps she
replays last nights events again and again. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">A nightmare within a
nightmare.</span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">He came in, the scent of</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Whiskey and cigars flooding her room.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> She sat in a corner, her doll</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> In one hand and blanket</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> In the other.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">He snatched them and screamed at her to get on the bed.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> She scrambled, eyes pooling. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">Suddenly, her small, fragile body was</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">
Naked, and he was on top of her.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> She cringed at the weight of him and
her eyes became fixed on the ceiling as he covered her mouth.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Regardless of how many times it happened, the pain was always the same, and sometimes worse.<br /> </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Sooner or later, it ended,</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">And it brought her back to her current thoughts.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">Finally she began to sleep and dream of a childhood</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">Where being daddy's girl was a good thing.</span></span></span></span><br />
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Expect more posts later this afternoon,<br />Happy morning from your friends here</h2>Leon Bramiskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936171074639216319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063234113913827511.post-52099742044238331672012-04-10T23:41:00.001-04:002012-04-10T23:41:31.039-04:00A few Black and White Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thanks for viewing!<br /> Night guys, will have some literature out tomorrow, till then enjoy the photos</h4>Leon Bramiskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936171074639216319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063234113913827511.post-87712507518703304122012-04-09T20:19:00.002-04:002012-04-09T20:20:32.660-04:00Today's Literature<h4>
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><i>Happiness</i></span></h4>
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I chase what abandons me</span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> <br />desire what deserts me.</span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> pain is love.</span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> <br />happiness is treachery.</span><br />
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<i>Umbra</i></h4>
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When the day is finally over<o:p></o:p></div>
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And the night slips by<o:p></o:p></div>
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Do you dare<br />
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Who are you<o:p></o:p></div>
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What have we become<o:p></o:p></div>
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On this lonely night<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nothings quite the same<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never quite right.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems that<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blue cant be blue<o:p></o:p></div>
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That Light isn't light<o:p></o:p></div>
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The only truth<o:p></o:p></div>
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That can be truth<o:p></o:p></div>
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The only reasoning<o:p></o:p></div>
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That we call reason<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is darkness<o:p></o:p></div>
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The sound darkness that covers all<o:p></o:p></div>
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And forgives none<o:p></o:p></div>
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From the bottom of our hearts<o:p></o:p></div>
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To the top of our souls<o:p></o:p></div>
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There is a shadow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cast by the very light<o:p></o:p></div>
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That we call morality<o:p></o:p></div>
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That we say is right<o:p></o:p></div>
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That poorly attempts<o:p></o:p></div>
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to go against<o:p></o:p></div>
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The nature<o:p></o:p></div>
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That is night<o:p></o:p></div>
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Darkness unfolds<o:p></o:p></div>
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As umbra controls<o:p></o:p></div>
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The very essence<o:p></o:p></div>
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the very hands that hold our sad sorry minds.</div>
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By Alejandro of Atlanta</div>Leon Bramiskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936171074639216319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063234113913827511.post-43191586732544047472012-04-07T17:23:00.000-04:002012-04-07T17:23:00.089-04:00Opening the Eye<h4>
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Pay no attention to the steaming poop :)<br />The grand city of Atlanta</div>Leon Bramiskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936171074639216319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063234113913827511.post-44506009749489599612012-04-05T00:23:00.001-04:002012-04-05T00:35:54.963-04:00Nice to make your acquiescenceIt's great, great, <b>Geat</b> to be starting out on this blog,<br />
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