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It was full moon night I went and student the window looking out there I saw my coaching mate looking at me as she wants to ask something that his utmost desire wishes but I don't to talk to her as anger grew more and more I refused to look at her and suddenly I could hear the thunder and the shatters outside my house. The Lightening passed through the glass pane into my living room as I sat beside the fire place involved in a book. The sudden thunder and lightning brought shivers in me as I woke up to close the shattering window. I peeped out to see the darkness stretched for miles apart. The trees were swaying from left to right enjoying the showers of the night. Darkness had engulfed the night along with the rain giving the night an eerie feel.
I sat alone by the fireplace on my chair rocking, feeling the coldness of the night. All of a sudden the powers went off, I was also engulfed in pitch of darkness sending me shivers through my body...
After a couple of mins I found the very special gift from my coaching mate as she regrets her decision of not talking to me and wishes me a Delightful birthday with a beautiful gift......
hope this helps you dear
I sat alone by the fireplace on my chair rocking, feeling the coldness of the night. All of a sudden the powers went off, I was also engulfed in pitch of darkness sending me shivers through my body...
After a couple of mins I found the very special gift from my coaching mate as she regrets her decision of not talking to me and wishes me a Delightful birthday with a beautiful gift......
hope this helps you dear
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Well, it's not properly phrased, STILL I'ma go like this:
It was a full moon night, I was standing at the window looking out, staring at the starry night. My dorm mate had long fallen asleep and was probably at that time dreaming about his trip at the candy shop with a bunch of Tacos to quench his hunger. My study was just beside the window, I basically was trying to work on my current project, the schedules were so hectic, that I often had to stay up all night to complete them before the deadline.
It was 2:30, I stared down the pane, everything was as quiet as a fetus in the womb, the hush sent a sensation of serenity deep in my mind, I went back to my desk. I wasn't able to focus on my code, the screen glared at my frames, roughly, I digressed, I switched to writing my journal instead under the mild white lamp. I was about to write the very first sentence in it, when I heard my dorm mate snore, probably he was being by choked by those Burritos at the Taco Bell of his Dreamland, for a moment it felt like I should pick my pillow and smother him real bad, so that he wouldn't disturb me ever, but that'd be too immoral, and obviously my own downfall.
I looked down at my watch, it was fifteen to three, the moon outside was concealed midst the clouds, I could feel the gentle breeze of the outward world petting gently the Aspen right down, off the curb. The night summoned me.
Ours was a careless guard seldom did he care about the safety of our lodging, I could safely say that at that moment too, he was also dreaming about some dancing Tacos in skimpy wrappings. I grabbed my jacket, tucked in my boots, took my diary and a pen, and headed out.
That was not the first time I'd snuck out late night, since I've moved into this college 2 years ago, I've been doing this pretty much every month, but never on a full moon night.
I used to snuck out tiptoed, pass the gates of the dorms and beyond, and still never got caught. I used to hang out at my favorite place, a bit gravitied but, I liked it a lot, it was a burial site across the streets and some 200 steps away. I liked the silence there, the gentle breeze kindly tossing my rough hair, the Yews sending me signals of peace, the breeze, the warmth they sent right through my bones in the chilling nights, as if they were to embrace me, and dwell me into their world of silence, which I loved being in.
So, I reached this beloved place of mine, and got myself seated in a comfortable place on the grass beside a tombstone, under the canopy of a Yew, and felt the immortality of the soul, I took out my journal and a headlamp, and started to jot down my thoughts.
It was ten past three, and I finished writing, got up , and in a lesurely stroll, tried surveying the area, I felt the beauty of the stars, the dark sky, the silence that whispered to me the wisdom of the Books, that were intense enough to drive me to pick up a brush and just capture a reminiscent, only to let that scene be etched in my mind forever, only to feel it over and over, the sound of silence speaking to a brave heart, quietly, like a feeble woman.
I looked at the direction of the moon it was about to take its toll on the guards that had for so long caged its beauty from my sight, I waited, I stood there to witness that.
With a slight current past my ears, I stood blank, looking at the moon, the full disc, the princess Luna, in her beautiful attire seemed to have come to greet me, and I felt the luckiest for having gotten the chance to behold her elegant beaut. I stared at it for a minute, but just then, I felt something, something eerie, something outlandish, I could see my veins rupture, as if I were experiencing some panic attack, I could see them buldge, I could feel the sudden rush of adrenaline in my veins, my head started to hurt, a lot, as if someone had tied a strand around it so tight that it got numb. I could feel nothing, my vision started to turn red, I looked at my fist, it was abnormally shifting, meddling into something else, though my hand remained immaculate for a bit. I dropped my headlamp, it hit the chiselsand broke, it got darker and I couldn't see a thing, my breath got heavy, sychronized with the beating pace of my heart, I felt a tingling in my throat, a desire a need to scream at the top of my lungs, everything got painful, I couldn't bear it, I fell onto the earth and blacked out.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a chapel, surrounded by pastors and priests, I to this day, never ever looked at the full moon again, for the brightest shouldn't cast it's shadow on the dark, and I am the murky figure of this bright world...
Yeah, that was a bit horror (dramatic?) oh well I know it has an abrupt end, I couldn't complete cuz literally at the moment my phone's dying of transformation, lol, my battery is at 5, gotta charge up my werewolf...:P
Anyways ,if I get the time later , I'll design a better ending, excuse all the blunders I haven't rechecked it even a single time
-TheSavior
It was a full moon night, I was standing at the window looking out, staring at the starry night. My dorm mate had long fallen asleep and was probably at that time dreaming about his trip at the candy shop with a bunch of Tacos to quench his hunger. My study was just beside the window, I basically was trying to work on my current project, the schedules were so hectic, that I often had to stay up all night to complete them before the deadline.
It was 2:30, I stared down the pane, everything was as quiet as a fetus in the womb, the hush sent a sensation of serenity deep in my mind, I went back to my desk. I wasn't able to focus on my code, the screen glared at my frames, roughly, I digressed, I switched to writing my journal instead under the mild white lamp. I was about to write the very first sentence in it, when I heard my dorm mate snore, probably he was being by choked by those Burritos at the Taco Bell of his Dreamland, for a moment it felt like I should pick my pillow and smother him real bad, so that he wouldn't disturb me ever, but that'd be too immoral, and obviously my own downfall.
I looked down at my watch, it was fifteen to three, the moon outside was concealed midst the clouds, I could feel the gentle breeze of the outward world petting gently the Aspen right down, off the curb. The night summoned me.
Ours was a careless guard seldom did he care about the safety of our lodging, I could safely say that at that moment too, he was also dreaming about some dancing Tacos in skimpy wrappings. I grabbed my jacket, tucked in my boots, took my diary and a pen, and headed out.
That was not the first time I'd snuck out late night, since I've moved into this college 2 years ago, I've been doing this pretty much every month, but never on a full moon night.
I used to snuck out tiptoed, pass the gates of the dorms and beyond, and still never got caught. I used to hang out at my favorite place, a bit gravitied but, I liked it a lot, it was a burial site across the streets and some 200 steps away. I liked the silence there, the gentle breeze kindly tossing my rough hair, the Yews sending me signals of peace, the breeze, the warmth they sent right through my bones in the chilling nights, as if they were to embrace me, and dwell me into their world of silence, which I loved being in.
So, I reached this beloved place of mine, and got myself seated in a comfortable place on the grass beside a tombstone, under the canopy of a Yew, and felt the immortality of the soul, I took out my journal and a headlamp, and started to jot down my thoughts.
It was ten past three, and I finished writing, got up , and in a lesurely stroll, tried surveying the area, I felt the beauty of the stars, the dark sky, the silence that whispered to me the wisdom of the Books, that were intense enough to drive me to pick up a brush and just capture a reminiscent, only to let that scene be etched in my mind forever, only to feel it over and over, the sound of silence speaking to a brave heart, quietly, like a feeble woman.
I looked at the direction of the moon it was about to take its toll on the guards that had for so long caged its beauty from my sight, I waited, I stood there to witness that.
With a slight current past my ears, I stood blank, looking at the moon, the full disc, the princess Luna, in her beautiful attire seemed to have come to greet me, and I felt the luckiest for having gotten the chance to behold her elegant beaut. I stared at it for a minute, but just then, I felt something, something eerie, something outlandish, I could see my veins rupture, as if I were experiencing some panic attack, I could see them buldge, I could feel the sudden rush of adrenaline in my veins, my head started to hurt, a lot, as if someone had tied a strand around it so tight that it got numb. I could feel nothing, my vision started to turn red, I looked at my fist, it was abnormally shifting, meddling into something else, though my hand remained immaculate for a bit. I dropped my headlamp, it hit the chiselsand broke, it got darker and I couldn't see a thing, my breath got heavy, sychronized with the beating pace of my heart, I felt a tingling in my throat, a desire a need to scream at the top of my lungs, everything got painful, I couldn't bear it, I fell onto the earth and blacked out.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a chapel, surrounded by pastors and priests, I to this day, never ever looked at the full moon again, for the brightest shouldn't cast it's shadow on the dark, and I am the murky figure of this bright world...
Yeah, that was a bit horror (dramatic?) oh well I know it has an abrupt end, I couldn't complete cuz literally at the moment my phone's dying of transformation, lol, my battery is at 5, gotta charge up my werewolf...:P
Anyways ,if I get the time later , I'll design a better ending, excuse all the blunders I haven't rechecked it even a single time
-TheSavior
OBVIOUSLY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE BIGGEST CRUSH EVER !!!!!!!!
ain't kidding man, pretty normal right XD
He made many men gays in Girls/Girls/Boys XD
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