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Rochelle Boucher
- Chicago, Illinois
- Last Record: 2013-06-05 12:29:29 -1000
- Joined: Feb 20, 2011
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Here's my compilation of all the tiny stories, give or take, that I've recommended since coming here. And a few of my own. Some beloved, some in need of some love, all with great potential and fantastic messages.
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the choir of flames sung joyously as they swept over london, unaware that their playtime.. would one day be infamous. |
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Once upon a time, there was The End.
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He went searching for the future- And all he found was this present. |
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Some things seem so nice Wrapped up in their bright, shiny packaging- But when you open them up, You realize how unremarkable they really are. |
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(inspired by Bloemday's photo) |
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I thank the day when I stopped looking to others and decided: I only aspire to be me. |
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Even lonely people have to eat. |
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Naive and Reality met each other on the corner of Bitter Sweet. They didn't get along at first, but they compromised over a cup of coffee. |
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She could tell him a thousand times that she loved him- And he could tell her a thousand times more that he loved her -Yet, they only need look at each other once |
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There once was a girl who poured all of her heartbreaks out in rainbows; at her most grey, she was su... |
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The little girl who thought she had no voice One day tried to speak, But found everyone had stopped listening.
Until she found hitRECor... |
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in sleep then i woke up |
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The dream was tired of being imaginary, he wanted to be a reality. |
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His dreams were filled with magnificent things, but he always tried to remember,
that once he awoke, he would vow to himself to make the awake even better. |
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And as the little girl slept, her dreams fluttered around her head, like fireflies shimmering in the dark. |
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each night, i dream we have wings but are unable to fly; penguins in an icy land yearning to reach for the sky.
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Going bowling finally made me step into someone else's shoes. |
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I had a talk with Try, And said we're through. You're a nice guy, But I have much more fun with Do. |
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The tickling of your eyelashes as you dream Is actually the stars kissing you goodnight. |
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I thought I wanted to be a bird once, hopping from branch to branch, trying to catch the light. But in time, you start to long for something else, something more than the glint of a ... |
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I didn't kiss you cause you asked me- I kissed you cause your lips did. |
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You can beg, borrow, lie, cheat and steal to get it but is never truely yours unless i freely give it |
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I do not have to dream to know that fish can float to the sky. All I have to do is let them. |
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The Pencil said to the Eraser: You can erase me all you want, But it doesn't change the fact that I was here.
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Said Eraser back to Pencil: "It's not that I want you gone! It's just that I far prefer my paper clear." |
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we fell together in autumn, were we always |
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Some people say that his smile lights up the whole room, but to me, it's the shining lantern guiding me through dark times. |
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I'm not quite sure I wrote it correctly. What I meant was "J'ai constamment l'impression d'être piégée entre deux miroirs, affrontant ce que je ne veux pas voir, tournant le dos à ce que j'essaye désespérément d'être, sachant que si je tourne les talons je serais seulement piégée à l'envers".
If anyone with a better English than mine wants to fix this (if it needs to be fixed) please do so, I'll change the drawing.
I also thought of modifying the two reflections, drawing an ugly version of the girl in the mirror on the left and something beautiful on the second one. Advices ?
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You said, "Write me a story in two sentences or less." I said, "I can't. There's just too much to say." |
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in life’s coldest moments, you melt my frozen tears
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When I’m looking for the light at the... |
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First there was nothing
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“I love you,” said apple “I love you too,” said the worm, “all the way down to your core.” |
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