Reichieru-Uchiha

Returned. Sixty cents, two guitar picks.

Today is opposite day. I lied.

Will I find it? I feel trapped in this hole. Help? Your arms, I think they're just long enough to grab my hand. Wait, are you leaving? Come back. Hey! And then Alice almost rolled out of her bed from her nightmare. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked out at the dark December morning. That was the third time this week she had that dream. Time to get ready for school now, she thought to herself. The sound of shovels were working their way from last night's storm, her father included. Alice got dressed and started nibbling her breakfast but when her mother wasn't looking, she pretended that she ate it all and dumped it in the trash

10:30PM when I sit in the dark, I feel like that's why my thoughts are the clearest. That's probably why I'm always writing at night like now... Some people are afraid of it; not me. To me, it's welcoming. You can open your eyes or close them and yet you'll see nothing. You can guess where the location of things are but that's about it. It's like life, you just don't know what's around the corner, a treasure or a monster to come out and bite you. Or something you had already been told but anticipated it all in the wrong way. Well, that's how things usually are for me, coming back to bite at me. But hey, battle scars. It shows a lot to othe

I see the light now, At the end of this tunnel. Yet it's still so far...

10:12PM Ha! Tough concept. At the moment, I honestly have none. I feel like the more I care about something or want something, the further it slips away from me. Being human though, I have to be aware of things. I’m even aware of that! But I hate getting hurt… (Don’t we all?) I do love nature and the Internet. No one nowadays can live without the Internet right? There are also the pictures and art that talented and wonderful people put on here. Always looking forward to those digitals and photographs that makes me want to be a part of the moment. But see, everything I truly love, at least now, isn’t living, besides

11:38PM I'll probably usually writing this the night before, kinda like a wind down of the day's events/reflection. And in a way, first day of summer too so well, lots of time spent doing nothing. Well, let's start out with a basic introduction. Name's Rachel and it's nice to meet you too, a close friend of mine or not. I sorta went on a writing hiatus, lacking an inspiration til I found this challenge I printed out around January or February. So, I'm back on now ,at least for the next a hundred days mostly writing in the middle of the night unless I'm in a doodle mood or something. Senior in high school, hoping for a better school year bu

I look and think back, 'Man, that day was good. The breeze was just a bit strong but nothing too bad.' It was the last sunny day I could remember. Yes, there were other ones but I liked this one the best. It had only been another Thursday, which meant I had a club meeting and rehearsal that day. Though I thought I had a club meeting but when I showed up, there had been only four people and one I wasn't even very fond of anymore. 'No point in staying here,' I thought to myself. This was the clear sign that after International Days/Nights at school, no ethnic clubs met up besides one of two. This club was definitely not one of them. Nor do I c

Be safe. I'll put an effort.