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via Zarek. Silent. Steady. Different. * * * Alright guys, say hello to one of my favorite self-made characters, Zarek. *waves* Hey Zarek! Now, Zarek here is the semi-star of one of my current-yet-not-current story/book in the process...project. o-o I shan't share with you the name because 1. I love it so much. 2. I like torturing my readers (sorreh). And 3. I don't even know what it means yet. So, hang in there guys. >.< Anyways, I wanted to share with you my character because...I am seriously so dry on creativity right now that I am sharing with you something from on of my previous creative endeavors. <-- I don't even know if I used this word right but it sounds cool. :} *clears throat* So, um, yeah. Here is a little snippet of Zarek in action. Note : This is a writing a progress, so it's rough. And also, all these words are mine and mine alone and if I see them reproduced anywhere I will probably explode and cry... Just so you know, you sh...

via The wrongness. The wrongness of it all. The situation. The gestures. The expressions. It's wrong. Something is wrong. Maybe I'm wrong. I'm usually wrong. I'm always wrong. I am wrong. I can't be. But I am. I can't be. But I am. thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

[ via ] "This one's for the lost dreams," she whispered, picking up another leaf and dropping it into the current. The tiny leaf landed, creating a small ripple effect, and she watched it drift away into the distance. "For the pain." She dropped another leaf in. "The sorrow." Drop . "The suffering ." Drop . She watched the leaves float away, wishing her miseries would go with them. In a sudden wave of emotion she screamed, picking up the whole pile, squishing the wet leaves between her palms. While tossing them into the water, she shrieked, trying her best to relieve the frustration inside her. But as she watched the leaves fall into the water and twirl into the wind, she realized she would always have to live with what she'd done. * * * Dramatic, ehh? It seems as if all my writing has been like that, lately. o.O Well, thank you for reading this short scene and thank you so, so, so much for coming he...

looking out, among the people, watching them, interact with one another. they smile, and frown, and cooperate, ...or not. sometimes people can be so beautiful. other times people can be so...hideous. but it's not their looks i'm talking about. it is their heart. xx Nicole Rose