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Home is where the Hart is.Chapter 1: Broken Hearted←HartedHome is where the Hart is.
It was a Thursday morning, and just like the thousands of mornings that have come before it Hart was confused. He placed his left shoe on his right foot and his right shoe on his… wait this isn't right. He placed right shoe on his right hand and… nope that's not it either. "Who was the imbecile that decided to make both shoes identical! If I were in charge…"
Thankfully in the interest of those living within several hundred acres Hart was not in control of anything. Come to think if it, Hart hasn't really completed much of anything either. His greatest achievement
by ~ClayLucid
Elio Sol”The sun, there was nothing on this earth that I envied more. How brilliant it looks perched upon its otherworldly throne watching us toil beneath its rays. The earth lives on the sun's; schedule, when it sets we retire and when it rises we wake only to break our backs beneath its inescapable stare. We live because it allows us to flourish in its light and we die when our eyes can no longer see it’s grandeur and our skin grows numb to its warmth.”Elio Sol
Those were the words of a lunatic, Elio.
“My name is Elio Sol, and I will no longer allow such dominion over man to rest in the hands of one being!”
by ~ClayLucid
Dreamer: Welcome to EdenI am what scientists call a Dreamer… this is just something that came to me one night before I fell asleep. I like the idea personally and the name Luther really stuck out in my head. Ironically it translate to "soldier of the people" which may give you a bit of a hint as to what's to comeDreamer: Welcome to Eden
Dreamer Ch1:Welcome to Eden
The funny thing about dreaming is eventually you are forced to wake up, leaving your brief satisfaction behind and awaken to an unfamiliar reality unlike anything you have ever experienced. No longer could your subconscious conjure false realities to protect you from what truly exists beyond the con
by ~ClayLucid
SorrowSorrow: PrologueSorrow
It was another wasted day coming to a close, and just like every other in New England the beautiful winter sky drowned beneath a sea of clouds. There I sat, watching another evening pass away like the rain down my window.
I was foolish to think today would be any different, the cool glass sending pins through my forehead as I strained to make sense of the figures only yards away.
There she was just like every evening, her head pressed against his chest and his fingers laced through her glistening hair. He slowly brought her lips to his. She was mesmerized. I couldn't stand to watch any
by ~ClayLucid
Hartly working (ok I'll stop)
AffectionDevious Info
- Current Residence: Umass Darthmouth
- Interests: A lot of things
- Favourite movie: 500 days of Summer
- Favourite band or musician: Lifehouse, Eminem, System of a Down
- Favourite genre of music: Everything
- Favourite artist: Claude Monet
- Favourite poet or writer: Eoin Colfer
- Operating System: Mac OSX
- Favourite game: Klonoa
- Personal Quote: If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose then I'm mad. That's the way history is written.
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