zak wrote this for meOnce upon a time, a very, very long time ago, in the land of magic, there lived a prince. Every day, the prince would see hundreds of fair young women, each longing for his affection. And every day he would meet countless young men, begging them to teach them his ways; the young men and women would practically wring him for his attention. And hundreds of times each and every single day, the young prince would refuse, and say, "I have more important things to do."zak wrote this for me
You see, for every day, there is a night. And for every night, the young prince would sneak from his father's castle and run away to a distant land. The land was home to
Story for Zak 4: languageThis story was originally written on notebook paper, i started at the bottom of the page and moved up lines instead of going down. its not to hard to read, and it adds to the feel. it also comes with a doodle. enjoy:Story for Zak 4: language
Once upon a time there was a girl who believed that nothing should be normal, and that there should be no set way of doing anything. However no one agreed with her. But she did not care, her imagination kept her company. She was constantly finding unusual ways of doing usual things. She walked backwards, paid more money at thrift stores for her clothes, never matched colours , spoke a mixture of three languages and s
Story for Zak 2: sanfranciscoOnce upon a time there was a girl, she sat in the furthest back corner of an airplane bound for new and exciting places. These airplanes whisked her around the widest rivers and did things no other child her age could have fathomed. She watched the sun ride from a thousand different locations, each breathtaking and new; but each of these things made her feel more and more empty. It seemed each plane ride made her realise what she was missing. She had made friends with Shamans and chefs and other people who each shared their wisdoms of the world with her, but alas she knew no one her own age. Her parents would never listen because iStory for Zak 2: sanfrancisco
StrangerI shivered. The lobby was large and open, probably meant to look grand or spacious, but it just felt drafty and lonely. I sat down in one of the stiff chairs that sat in twos and fours sporadically along the walls. The bright windows were open, but because of the layout of the building there was no sunshine slanting in, instead only shadows and a cool breeze came through. I didn’t know why I was there. I mean, I knew what I was doing there. I was waiting. But I didn’t exactly know why I volunteered to come sit in this falsely cheerful and cold room. There had to be a specific reason somewhere in the back of mStranger
Chapter 3 I spun around looking for the voice that no longer sounded like wind in the trees. There was a man standing not very far behind me with sandy blond hair, clear blue eyes, and a smile like a young child who has played a wonderful trick on his parents.Chapter 3
"You're going the wrong way. Destiny likes that way," he said and pointed back in the direction I had come. "What?" Who did this guy think he was, telling me which way I should go. "Why should I go that way? It doesn't look any better than this direction." "Fi
monsters in the basementThey can only be seen by a few people.monsters in the basement
It isn’t that they aren’t real, or are invisible or something strange like that. They simply have mastered the ability of blending into crowds and remaining hidden amongst a flowing mass of people. It’s only when they choose to be seen that they can be, and this does not happen very often.
They don’t look nearly as old as they are. They both seem to be in their mid-twenties, though he appears slightly older than she does. He is older than her, though by more than slightly.
At night, they go to a lot of different places. In town, there aren’
| I am sarah. i live in florida and i like to write sometimes. not alot, but sometimes. i also like photography, but i havnt done alot because all of my computers are out of memory, so thats a little depressing. but one day when the sun shines again... |
