I write quite a lot, I certainly try to write as much as I can. I wrote about 8 pages of varying
quality for this story, but i reckon that this prologue is probably the best bit. It is based
heavily on one of Arthur C. Clarke's story (the greatest sci-fi writer of all time - yes, better
than H.G. Wells). I've uploaded it as well in case anyone wants a copy - tell me if you like it
or want to read more /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0"
alt="smile.gif" /> PROLOGUE The Outsider stood on the balcony as another torpedo shot through the...

none of this stuff is titled, but who cares. plus, ym english teacher told us poetry should never be
worried about with capital letters etc, just to let the ideas flow. so here it is. i wont be
offended if you dont read it all but at least read one and tell me what u think! those old hands
never grow tired never seem to care about the time they're ticking away and that face never
smiles never laughs but it's not down no, it sure isn't down when tomorrow's just a
memory and next week becomes the week before last those old hands will go right on caressing...

Ok, so far you kind a like my creations so I have decided to show you one more /tongue.gif'
border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tongue.gif' /> . This is the new year greeting card
for my school, which has been printed and sent to other schools. In the back you can se the school
/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /> and the title means (in
slovenian) "happy new year 2005" /ph34r.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle'
alt='ph34r.gif' /> . Do you like it? Btw. sory for my bad english /unsure.gif' border='0' styl...

“Albatross” Over head the Albatross Glides Slowly Through The Warming Breeze Memories of a lost
Seashore Spiraling away. Farther and Farther Across the seas Gliding on that Ocean Breeze The
faithful fall onto there knees Mumbling a Prayer Skimming through the Foaming waves Searching for
what He craves His cry is lost To the pounding Seas Searching for a Meaning He spirals down into
The Turmoil That is Life The swells Crush his frail body His once strong Talons Are weak And on a
Long-Lost Seashore A child Plays in the wake Unaware of Time Space And Meaning...

This a "poem" I wrote to one love from the past. She is in Spain, so I dont even know why I wrote it
in English. Anyway, I hope u guys like it.... /rolleyes.gif' border='0'
style='vertical-align:middle' alt='rolleyes.gif' /> Here inside the car You know how it
feels when I am done when I look around and find nobody beside me the tick-tack-clock is killing me
slowly and those little steps at home pumping up my head. The little creatures you made, lying on
my bed can you just imagine how it tastes like? bitter you, bitter pictures, bitter letters, the
sweetest ...

This was the first sig I ever made. I hate it so much... but it's funny. /biggrin.gif'
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I found this little dragon thing I drew like ages ago !!!!!!! LMAO...It's sort of cute but
ugly...You can tell i couldn't control me hand lmao wih all the wobbly lines... I think i did
it in paint shop pro because that was the program it opened up in....But like I probably drew the
dragon out line in paint The tail looks really weird... hehe o.O ...