This is a story about a girl I once knew a long long time ago. It was different then. Quieter, calmer, more real somehow. This was before the war, of course. In fact, I don't think that we even realised. Even though, looking back it must have been apparent. The disappearances, the meteor strikes, even the rise in temperature. Thank god for the callowness and self-absorption of youth. But we weren't young for long. You couldn't be. Not when they were here. The things I saw...
But that's a different story, for another time. This is the tale of her. She was called Estelle, a name that my mother had once told me meant star. It suited her down to the ground. She seemed to shine with an indescriable sort of elegance. Etheral would be the right word for her, I think.

Forty Words

For all of my life, I have seen people as colours. Vermilion, lime and cranberry. They brighten as I look at them and my life is full of beauty. But when my eyes fell on him, they faded into insignificance.

Noah
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Movin' on to thirty...

The concrete block fell. It spun slowly in the air. It was as if everything else was stationary, except for this bringer of death, as it landed on my head.

Noah
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Twenty Word Story

I wanted to sleep more than anything else in the world, so I opened my mouth and told them everything.

I'm in training for NaNo. xD

Noah
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Ten word story...

She was being slowly wheeled away. If only I had known.

Tomorrow, twenty...

Noah
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I'm getting into a nice routine of summer.

Yes, I am. I love summer. No school, no responsibilities...

Last few days, I've been getting up at 11.30ish, having breakfast at around noon, doing work (nasty reports on sustainability) and procrastinating until 3, then having lunch. After this (usually involving cheese), I go up to my room and work on my plasticine shorts (films, not clothing. Even though that'd be funny) 'till 8. Then it's dinner. Then I facebook, or write, or read until about 11. Then I sleep, and the whole delicious cycle begins again.
Yay!

But not all is good. We are going on holiday next week. I dislike Mother's choice of destinations. It always rains, I have to go outside, and I have no internet.

Noah

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No more shades of grey

There is a ladder in your tights.
The thin black wool was pulled too far...
And snapped.

Exposing the endless, elegant stretch
of silken skin.

A crocus blossoming,
A pale snowdrop quivering,
The last snow sliding,
The first rain falling.

Show me the world twice over,
and still I will say,
There is nothing more beautiful,
than you today.

This is why you don't let me sort out my own meals...

I've eaten nearly a whole block of cheese in the past week.
And I'm not in a fun mood this morning because of the following reasons:
1) It was my dad's birthday yesterday and I have a hangover
2) We don't have any more cheese
3) My mummy is home and keeps yelling at me to be more like a proper teenager. Seriously. She asked me why my room was so tidy.
4) I have sunburn and my skin is peeling on a spot. Owch.
5) It's cold and the sun has gone away.

There is only one thing I can do. It's time to play Civillisation III.
Noah
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My mind works differently from everyone else

I'm going to explain about me and love.
Because love isn't what everyone else seems to think. Love to me isn't all that kissy-kissy lets get married palaver.
No, love is friendship. Love is getting annoyed when someone is mean to them. Love is treating people like human beings. Love is being there. Love is helping you with your homework, or lending a calculator. Love is when you get on with someone. Love is hanging out, with absolutely no kissy-kissy or making out or canoodling or wanting to spend the rest of your life with them. Love is what I feel for my friends, my acquaintances and such.
This often leads to awkwardness, as no one else seems to see it like I do.
But when I say that I like someone, I mean like like. It's my word for conventional love.
Just thought I'd clear that up.
Noah
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I wasn't stupid

I wish I was though.

I can't cope with this.

Arggggh.

I'm going to lose it at some point.

I'm just going to kiss her.

And that will be shite.

Hmph.

Noah
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I love you, Reina

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTph9UoxrWU

This sums my mood up at the moment perfectly, and I may do something stupid in a minute. Wish me luck.

Oh, and isn't she great?

Noah
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Life after the fairytale

She's there in her big dress,
White meringue.
The delicately clustered cobwebs of lace stretching down the aisle.
All eyes are on her,
and her prince.
Triumphant in baby blue,
Flashing his pearly teeth.
Oozing charm with every shining smile.
Eyeing up the bridesmaid.


I'm sitting in the back,
Half-hiding in the dusty pew,
Wiping cobwebs from the side.
With me are her sisters,
Not ugly.
Just...not like her.
And who could match such etheral elegance?

I held her once,
Clasped between my filthy hands,
A delicately struggling butterfly.
But she was not mine to keep.
Not mine to dull,
To drop camphor on her pretty head,
Not mine to watch grow still,
The light go out,
Not mine to trap,
in a hopeless marriage.

So I let her go,
Because,
After all,
Everyone knows that
a Cinderella deserves more than,
a handful of Buttons.



I wrote a poem. xD ^^

Noah

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