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The Last Testament of Stanley Johnson
Stanley Johnson held the pencil firmly in his hand as he hunched over his writing desk. He had been putting this off for so long, but today was the day he had convinced himself of going through with it. The door to the study was locked, no one was home, and his mind was made up. He was a man in his early forties. He was nothing special by any means, but he was a good person. He was a caring husband and a loyal friend. He had a decent job that would never make him rich but also never left him wanting. All things considered; his life was what you would label as “good.” But he was also an incomplete man. His career in writing had never taken off like he’d hoped it would, and he found himself almost entirely without a path of his own. He was married to someone he loved dearly but didn’t feel that elusive spark for anymore. He had yet to tell even his closest friends that they had recently separated after she had grown tired of his attitude change. His job was unexciting and he often
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The Last Testament of Stanley Johnson
Stanley Johnson held the pencil firmly in his hand as he hunched over his writing desk. He had been putting this off for so long, but today was the day he had convinced himself of going through with it. The door to the study was locked, no one was home, and his mind was made up. He was a man in his early forties. He was nothing special by any means, but he was a good person. He was a caring husband and a loyal friend. He had a decent job that would never make him rich but also never left him wanting. All things considered; his life was what you would label as “good.” But he was also an incomplete man. His career in writing had never taken off like he’d hoped it would, and he found himself almost entirely without a path of his own. He was married to someone he loved dearly but didn’t feel that elusive spark for anymore. He had yet to tell even his closest friends that they had recently separated after she had grown tired of his attitude change. His job was unexciting and he often
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The Last Testament of Stanley Johnson
Stanley Johnson held the pencil firmly in his hand as he hunched over his writing desk. He had been putting this off for so long, but today was the day he had convinced himself of going through with it. The door to the study was locked, no one was home, and his mind was made up. He was a man in his early forties. He was nothing special by any means, but he was a good person. He was a caring husband and a loyal friend. He had a decent job that would never make him rich but also never left him wanting. All things considered; his life was what you would label as “good.” But he was also an incomplete man. His career in writing had never taken off like he’d hoped it would, and he found himself almost entirely without a path of his own. He was married to someone he loved dearly but didn’t feel that elusive spark for anymore. He had yet to tell even his closest friends that they had recently separated after she had grown tired of his attitude change. His job was unexciting and he often
Tales From Quarantine
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RoseBlood
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Literature
Ultimate Sailor Moon : Chapter 15
The bar was smokey by this time of night.
It was a local hotspot, the kind of place girls go to dance where no one will recognize them. It was a place they say you go to relax at, but no one in the establishment looked very relaxed. Guys were hovering around the provocatively dressed women who tossed down drink after drink with their flirty smiles.
The atmosphere was chaotic in that sensual kind of way. Voluptuous figures moved back and forth as the lights flickered to their body strokes. Eyes devoured the scene, hungry for more as their hearts lay beating uncontrollably in their chests. Their minds were filled with devious thoughts, their
Ultimate Sailor Moon
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Literature
The Last Testament of Stanley Johnson
Stanley Johnson held the pencil firmly in his hand as he hunched over his writing desk. He had been putting this off for so long, but today was the day he had convinced himself of going through with it. The door to the study was locked, no one was home, and his mind was made up. He was a man in his early forties. He was nothing special by any means, but he was a good person. He was a caring husband and a loyal friend. He had a decent job that would never make him rich but also never left him wanting. All things considered; his life was what you would label as “good.” But he was also an incomplete man. His career in writing had never taken off like he’d hoped it would, and he found himself almost entirely without a path of his own. He was married to someone he loved dearly but didn’t feel that elusive spark for anymore. He had yet to tell even his closest friends that they had recently separated after she had grown tired of his attitude change. His job was unexciting and he often
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Literature
Going Home
Its the little things I miss so much,
Your smile would give me pride.
There's nothing stronger than a mother's touch,
When you're lying broken inside.
A year ago I missed you,
And I didn't know why.
I knew you'd have to go someday,
But I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
Someday I'll let go,
And I'll be free of me that day,
I'll lay down one last time,
And let you carry me away.
I'm coming home soon,
Back home to where I've never been.
I'll see you one day soon,
Soon we'll be together again.
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Untitled Monotony 2
Time is a poison I can't get out of my veins.
Killing me slowly.
Merciless, uncompromising.
There is no cure, no escape from the venom.
I am another statistic, a nameless victim.
Time is a killer without a face, a prison without a place.
From spring to winter, summer to fall.
Time will consume us all.
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Smash Bros.
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Literature
The Fading Star of Idealism
When I was a child all I wanted to be was a star.
I was boisterous by nature and a standout by far.
In my later years I realized that stars are exceptional only in name,
Unique in a way but surrounded by a sea of billions of the same.
We fool ourselves into thinking that we're more important than we really are.
When in reality we carry with us the mediocrity of a single star.
I no longer envy the twinkling lights that hang overhead.
I think from now on I'd rather be a planet instead.
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