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StoriesCurious by nature
I seek adventure
Even from my motionless dreams
I feel the thrill around me
As an artist and a creator
As a reader, a watcher, and a listener
I feel every piece come right through me
I feel every word try to tell me something
That they don't really mean
I feel hungover
Mainly by the mystery
I feel every tale
And every other word in every story
I try to look closer
I try to grasp what's out of my reach
In the end
All I see are other people's stories
All I feel are other's emotions
By the time the rest of the audience has gotten over it
I sit here still feeling
I sit here wonderin
SecretsA small boy lay crumpled at the foot of an effigy in an empty cathedral. It was cold and dark. He was alone.
Suddenly, the sound of shushed footsteps, followed by vigorous shaking and whispering greeted him. "Klavier! Klavier! Get up! The bishop! He is coming!" The little boy's eyelids flitted open without hesitation as he got up. "Hurry! Come on now!" A yawn escaped him as he was tugged harshly by the sleeve. Heavy footsteps were soon heard echoing through the back of the cathedral.
Dozens of faded protest tarpaulins covered the abandoned confessionals where he and his brother now stood. "Hey Kristoph, that hurt." His brother continued sta
OutnumberedDecember 24, 2013 11:00 pm
It's funny, you know. I find it so funny. At this very moment children my age will either be asleep in bed waiting for the joys tomorrow will bring or waiting for the dawn of midnight. As Ms. Santmier would say, "...these children like you..." She's never wrong, spare this one moment. It's funny how I'm right back to where I was a year ago: spending Christmas alone only this year maybe I understand what happiness really is.
My name is Lionel Trenton. I am 13 years old. And this Christmas Eve, I'm a writing my last letter.
December 24, 2012
Ms. Santmier always said Christmas was a time for happiness. I never be