A Few Brilliant Ideas...

I lie on the hill with my back on the ground with my eyes lightly closed, wishing I could stay like this forever. Kassie jabs me in the ribs. "No Luke!" she whispers harshly. My eyes flicker open at this jab to the landscape around me. Kassie lies next to me, a five foot eight short haired blond,

I ran from task to task, marrying myself to business in my decaying state of affairs. I watched. I knew. God slowly dropped into the background, even though I tried my best to keep Him involved. We both know it wasn't adequate. The weekend brought a lot of relaxation, and with it a lot of great effects. A

Some of you may have heard that I am in the hospital. This is true. Yesterday I went to get my wisdom teeth pulled and something went wrong with the anesthetic. I was fine for the first hour or two, but after that I began to lose the ability to move my legs, fingers, and wrists. The situation

The people that make you laugh cry with you and remind you that in the darkest moments there is still hope.

If you've never met my older brother Leo, first and foremost, you're missing out on a lot. At first sight, most people can identify we're related. We look a good amount alike, and the second you hear him talk (and especially sing) you wonder if I somehow stole his voice. I did. I share many things with my

If snowflakes were actually popcorn, I would be a happier person. [Insert image of Stevie skipping through fields of popcorn here.] No... of course I'm not running out of things to post about. I'm just lazy.

I didn't forget to post today, it's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com... IN OTHER NEWS, JEREMY LOST THE BLOG CHALLENGE LOL. ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS POST ONE PUNCTUATION MARK EVERY DAY. xD He even had it scheduled? I believe that if you look in the dictionary for failure, this incident will appear.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The man with the hour glass turns the top. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The people pass by along the shop. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Wind, zip. Wind, zip. The turnkey rotates to the tip. Wind, zip. Wind, zip. The handles turn at quite a clip. Wind, zip. Wind, zip. Ding, dong. Ding, dong. The

Isaac, Caroline, and Dani all dropped out in the past few days. This leaves us with eleven people if I'm not mistaken. I thought you should all be informed. ... The rest of this post is over at Platonic Interlude.

Thank you. You're probably wondering who I'm thanking. Well, the answer to that is most likely you. This is a formal thank you to everyone and anyone who has ever done anything for me for which I did not properly thank them. I tend to take a lot of things for granted so just to make sure I

[I'm postponing Music Friday to Music Monday.] "I think there's a line between feeling and actual inspiration." ~Jeremy Lee Whoa.

I didn't forget to post today. It's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com. I didn't forget to post today. It's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com.

AH LEV OHN. I didn't forget to post today, it's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com

She sees shadows where there are none. Her eyes of truth are blanketed by lies. She cannot see in the darkness, So She grapples about with the wall, And all that She can feel becomes Her reality. She has no hope of light from inside Her. She is lost and broken, And to be pitied. She exists to

(Nick ate a bad fiiish and forgot to post. May your fishy swim on Nicholas.) I didn't forget to post, it's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com.

This is a combination of fiction and nonfiction from a lit project. :) (Oh, and PianoWizzy bit the dust today. Don't choke wiz.) “What do you mean you're leaving!?” said Stevie, as anger and confusion melded into a passing tear. There are some things people never forget. The passing of a loved one, the day they realize they're

I didn't forget to post, it's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com. I didn't forget to post, it's just over at platonicinterlude.blogspot.com.

(Looks like we lost one yesterday, ExtremeJengaChamp forgot to post.) "I don't want to go bungee jumping." I repeated for about the twelfth time. "Yes, yes you do." Fred insisted. Little bugger. "Seriously, this is like the time you wanted me to date that one girl Lena so you could call me a mud-blood." "No way dude, this is completely different."