DomLuka

Survive or don’t. Watch even the strongest foundation crumble out from underneath your feet, but keep moving. Sooner or later you’ll catch up to the rest of the world, or the world will catch up to you. Don’t bother to stop; to sort out the pieces. They’ll weigh you down; all that was taken, everything you can’t get back. Just survive. Survive walking away. But you can’t walk away. You can move on, but never walk away. Too much mud on the shoes. Heavy. Just like Luis. I wanted to grab him und

My eyes were tired as I allowed them to drift halfway closed until images became nothing more than a trick of the light. The backs of my knuckles on the cold glass of orange juice felt stiff, strong, as I slid the glass across the top of the table until I came to the end and it caught air. The sound of it shattering on tile made me jump and I found myself staring at three faces, looking at me as if I’d gone crazy. Randy looked irritated, my mom concerned, and Luis’s eyes were wide, as if he were

I could feel my stomach tighten as I slowly parted the blinds. It was the mistake I’d been warned it would be as the camera flashed across my face, white spots blurring my line of vision. “Jesse, get away from there,” my mom ordered. The pinch of her fingers on my sweater sleeve said she meant business as she pulled me back from the window. A moment later she was once again standing in front of the door, her blue eye pressed against the peephole. “What do you see?” I asked her, creeping up

Nothing was worse than feeling like I was walking on eggshells in my own home, waiting for the moment to come when I took the wrong step. Everything would come crashing down. Everything would fall apart. Maybe everything already had fallen apart. Everything I knew was different. It was like living a different life, every moment of my day surrounded by members of my family who I usually chose to avoid. My friends were so far in the back of my mind that I forgot to call anyone back who left

One day I’d go to hell. Where else would I belong? What kind of person was I, to feel it was easier when I’d thought a boy was dead, rather than face the possibility of what hell he’d been living in throughout his absence? Arthur Brooks made my skin crawl. His face seemed to be everywhere. It made it easier to join Luis in ignoring the morning paper, or leaving the room during the evening news. My name hadn’t appeared anywhere. After a few days I felt the relief of being able to give up on

For most of my friends the last few days of summer before school started were sacred. Usually, no one slept as new-year jitters and final attempts to live up what was left of summer occupied their minds and their time. I was never like that. At least, I hadn’t been since my parents split up. I hated being home. To me, the first day of school was like falling back into normal, familiar structure. When I was home my time flew by when I spent most of my time doing homework. After the last few mo

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I recently caught the spawn of Satan flu. sucked monkey butt. But, I feel better now. Speaking of Satan, I just figured out I

So I got rid of AOL a long time ago, but when they said i could keep my email address I said sure because it was convenient. Fast forward to now and for the last few hours I haven't been able to get into my account. I'm using the right sign-on info and the

I don't share tooth brushes and I don't share boyfriends. That said, when I'm in a relationship I don't cheat and I certainly don't wait for my boyfriend to do it. If it happens, and it has, then they're gone and I move on, because I know myself too well to try to work it out. I'll hold a grudge and those don't belong in a relationship. So today I'm talking to this girl who thinks her boyfriend is cheating on her. With his cousin(distant, but still), no less. All because the girlfriend doesn't like the cousin so he made the mistake of not telling her that he saw her recently. The girlfriend obviously found out and her solution was to hack all his accounts and analyze his phone records to see who he's talking to. She went as far as running a back ground check on him, all to prove that he's cheating on her. She finds nothing, of course, because this guy happens to be completely in love with her but she wants him to admit he's cheating anyway and when he won't she breaks things of with him. That's madness to me so I felt like sharing. If you care about someone why not trust them? If you suspect someone's betraying you then you probably shouldn't be with them in the first place. If they're doing it get rid of them unless you're a bigger person than I am then forgive them, then move on. Okay, I'm done being Dr. Phil I'm still working on WT and 19 should show up soon, just trying to keep up on it and things are a little busy right now so I don't think I can swing more than one chapter a week unless I cut them in half and that doesn't work for me. I'll mention it if that changes. Smiles, Dom

So here's the question: do you like to know how a story ends before you read it? I'm guilty of reading the last page before I start a novel, or even buying a book unless I trust the author to be consistent and give me what I want in the end. Usually, that's the happy, or at least a somewhat peaceful ending. Unless I'm reading something twisted, in which case... Anyway, it seems like I've read too many stories where someone dies meaninglessly and I'm brought down instead of up, even if the character finds a reason to smile at the end. It's disappointing. anyway, thoughts? Do you like being surprised, or do you want to know what you're getting into? I've thought about writing something tragic, but then I think, I couldn't do it unless I gave the people reading it fair warning first because I hate being brought down when it's unexpected so I could never feel right about doing it to someone else. Maybe that makes me a chicken when it comes to being a writer, but it's not because I'm afraid of what people will think, it's because I think reading should end with a happy experience. And would you read a story anyway, knowing that after all that invested time, it might break your heart? Sincerely, --feeling bitter and sleepy on top of bored and curious PS. what's with the chat issues? I don't go in, but I don't like the sound of what's been going on (or what it sounds like has been going on from the topic in the lounge) No matter how many issues I have to deal with, or breaks I have to take, GA is the one place I keep coming back to because regardless of

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I just sat down in a restaurant. Everyone orders beer, I order this peach thing with whipped cream on top. So the waitress looks at me and comments,

My whole week has been completely nutty. Body hurts. Head hurts. Over all, good times. Someone I love is dying. My family is afraid we’re all going to fall apart over it. I know we won’t because she taught us better than that. It hurts, but she’s at peace with it, so I am, too. {delete moment of stupidity} Nevermind. I remember. Off to drink too much and pass out.

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The last couple chapters of ITFB are delayed because I

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Cheer the f*** up! My new motto, right up there with get out of my way! (While driving) People here can