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it rains on you a rainy letterI read your letter your nice expressive letter. I'd be lying if I say I did not cry magining your eyes wetit rains on you a rainy letter by iGabo
from the rain watching the raindrops falling from your windows hiding your emotions while you put it on paper.
I read your letter once, twice and many times. And now I write back at you from my lonely place.
The rain has a vague secret tenderness, some drowsiness resigned and friendly
a humble music wakes up with her which vibrates the sleeping soul of the landscape.
It is a blue kiss the Earth receives, in which primitive myth becomes realized.
It makes the cold heaven and old earth meet together in a constant gentle blue sunset.
It is the dawn of seasons. Which brings us flowers and anointed the holy spirit of the seas.
The life that spilled over the fields sadness and soul of what is not known.
The terrible nostalgia for a lost life, the fatal sense of having been born later,
concerned by the illusion of a possible tomorrow and a cold winter night.
Love wakes up
Slenderman -4-Slenderman -4- by EnshroudedVixen
The Third Arc Begins.
The transition was even more abrupt this time. I found myself in a rainless thunderstorm, with strong wind and a gale of fallen leaves. I was on the ground in some forgotten city, all buildings in ruin. Large, bearded, rough-looking men were all over the place. A couple of them surrounded me, but they weren't trying to corner me. They were trying to protect me. Their backs were to me, facing one direction, and when I followed their gazes, I saw Slenderman... on a high-wheeled, penny-farthing bicycle.
Then this whole battle started. The bearded guys around me all got their hands on their own penny-farthing bikes and started charging at Slenderman, whose objective was getting to me. Momentarily disoriented, I found my own penny-farthing bicycle, mounted, and tried getting away. No matter how far I rode, the battle was right behind me. My bearded allies weren't that competent against Slenderman. He always got around them somehow, and remained
Slenderman -3-Slenderman -3- by EnshroudedVixen
I actually never thought of that before.
In his pondering, he ceased his hold on the boy he possessed. The person got up and tried to run. Slenderman got back to his senses and jumped to his own feet. He almost caught the boy again when I stepped out of my circle in the opposite direction. I saw my chance to escape and took it. He sensed that and turned to me, but I was too far away now. He stood there, torn on who to pursue.*
*Because of this, both the boy and myself managed to get away. This may have infuriated Slenderman.
Another, more abrupt time-lapse took place. I saw the images of myself finding hiding places in classrooms, but shortly ditching them, regardless if Slenderman was anywhere nearby. I finally found myself in a strange, blank room that reminded me of a nurse's office. I found all of the other teens from before there, lying on their backs. They were all lying on their own salt pinnacles, and I found one for myself. In time, too: Slenderman was in the open
Slenderman -1-Slenderman -1- by EnshroudedVixen
Third Person Point of View.
I was walking through a small passage that connected one crescent road to another. I was walking with a bearded, middle-aged man, and I think I recognized him as a neighbour (he had that familiar feel about him). He was carrying a garbage bag, which made me wonder why he was going to such lengths to take out the trash. We walked on, when from across the street an elderly woman called out to us. She beckoned us toward her, to a diorama she had set up in her garage. The whole display seemed very inviting.
"Can magicians talk with normal people?" my neighbour asked me. I shrugged.
"I don't see why not."
We crossed the street and stepped into her garage. She stood behind the table as if she was selling something, or presenting. It was the latter of the two, because she went into length about the scene she created. Essentially, it was a model of a small village, with circular, domed houses and buildings. I don't remember exactly everything s
Slenderman -2-Slenderman -2- by EnshroudedVixen
Slenderman was standing there, peering in.*
Or it felt like it. He doesn't really have eyes, but he can see.
Everyone except myself started screaming, and the thought of running didn't enter their minds until he opened the door. He was moving slowly and easily, confident. I think he believed he had all of us cornered. Well, by that time, we all booked it; everyone for themselves. I dropped or purposely abandoned the camera, and the dream returned to third-person point of view.
There was a time-lapse, and the scene before me was a long, pale-white hallway with some doors and no lockers. I recognized this to be the basement pathway that lead to the Technology Wing. I wasn't in that hallway, but I watched someone else enter it. He went down it in a rush, but stopped suddenly to inspect the ground. There was a pinnacle constructed with grains of salt sitting there. I didn't understand who was responsible for drawing it, but I could only assume its existence was influenced by th
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puff... talking about my self
is one of the hardest things for me to do.
I like reading Lord of the Rings and watching "Anime." I like football soccer, such-ii, reading (even tho i never loved literature) and writing stories as scripts. I value honesty, commitment, scholarship and kindness.
These are hard and true facts, but there is a lot I do not know about myself. I don't know how I feel about the death penalty, I have mixed feelings about religion, and I don't know what I think about a cashless society. I have no stock answer to offer about a life-changing experience or a moment of enlightenment, and it is hard for me to give a comprehensive proclamation of who I am, for my identity unfolds more every day as my experiences grow, and i don't have much. Since I am only 20 years old, life has a lot of unfolding to do.
I dislike saying "I am trying to find myself" because my identity is not lost, it just needs more uncovering. Luckily for me, what I love to do and want to be helps me uncover more about myself. I want to be a an Artist (photographer, Film Maker, Script-writer). I may not end up a professional but I will all ways be behind a camera, even if I am the only one interested in my work, because Art is my self-reflection.
When writing, drawing or designing, I sometimes get worked up into such a fervor that I barely know what I am doing. I just let my hands fly and the ideas pour from my head. When I go back through the mess of ideas, I notice a theme running through the work. I don't try to put a moral in the theme, but sometimes it happens. Evaluating the theme and the rest of the the Art (if you can call it that way) helps me interpret my own character and decipher my at times bottled-up feelings. In opinion my images and stories, my values show and express my general beliefs.
Every day my experience and knowledge increase, and I learn more about myself. Each time I write what is in my head as honestly as I can, another piece of the identity puzzle is revealed. Mostly, I like what I am (though this varies depending on how "emo" I'm feeling). I am not worried that I don't know everything about myself. As I get older, I'll figure it out.
Any other thing you can find out by your self.
Ps: I love the rain...and its raining now.
Current Residence: HELL
Favourite genre of music: rock!!!!
Favourite photographer: ansel adams
Favourite style of art: conceptual
Operating System: mac...duh
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Wallpaper of choice: one of mine
Favourite cartoon character: spiderman
Personal Quote: :love is an act of blood and im bleeding"