Trees have fallen over due to the damage from the ice so it's a little dangerous to walk under them right now.
Anyway, I'm posting this journal cuz I haven't done so in such a long time. How are you guys?
Noah Cameron Fields Contest entryNoah has tall cheekbones, broad shoulders and a strong jawline. His skin has an olive glow to it, practically flawless despite the tiny birth mark by his left eye. His hair is kept short and relatively dark, coupled with bright green eyes, thick, straight brows and a stubble. His hands are pretty large and he has long fingers. His uniform is a bit greener than the standard camouflage, with two large pockets by the chest and a belt that hugs his mid-section. His dog tags hang loosely over the lapels of the uniform jacket and underneath is a black, form-fitting T-shirt. The rest of the uniform consists of slightly darker cargoes and heavy, black boots with minimal lacing.Noah Cameron Fields Contest entry by blueflameangel
On our way home WIPshhh... It was almost as if the waters were trying to console her as they beat down on the firm, tanned skin of Courtney's back. Goodsprings, Nevada was a pretty small town and pretty damn hot at that and despite the hotel's attempts to keep her entertained, the loneliness mixed with the longing to find home made all her problems worse. She was going to leave tomorrow, it was settled. She cut off the water supply with the twist of her wrist, stepping out of the shower to face the mirror; it had been fogged over just a little bit but that was okay. Instinctively, she swiped a hand across the cool glass to eradicate the condensation. She remembered it like it was yesterday. It was just a few days before her paper was due when she decided to pack her bags and toss them into the trunk of her car for a solo road trip. There was a four day weekend when she left, so it didn't seem like a terrible idea...problem was, she never came back. Courtney had spent the past two years travellingOn our way home WIP by blueflameangel
A Week Of KissesA Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses by chromeantennae
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSIONA Battle of Extremes by Same-side
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<