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The DeVilleThe DeVille by ~Rybirdrule
The streetlights glistened off the black paint in the night as he drove. He sat in silence, listening to the rumble of the 1961 Cadillac Deville.
The car alone drove on the four-lane highway, raised far above from the dark surrounding waist land. He changed
gears and increased speed, the streetlights turning to a blur. The speedometer read 98, 99,100; but it still wasn't fast enough.
He needed more speed, and continued to push the car. He knew not what he was running from, nor his destination, but he knew the need to
drive. The night was quiet but for the scream and rumble of the car as it flew faster down the highway. The road lights t
The FishermanThe FishermanThe Fisherman by ~Rybirdrule
The sun was barely above the horizon when the fisherman untied his boat and set himself free of dry land. Each wave he crossed, heading out to sea, marked a greater distance between him and everything to do with him. With every crest, he was a little further away from is house. His house, no longer his home. Yes, it had walls and furniture and pictures, but it had no spirit. The photos, the tables and the chairs existed without reason, without source; like the faded perfume of his wife which still lingered in the air long after she had gone.
The old spluttering engine took him ten miles away from the port, and as he shut it o
A Modest Guy's Rant On LoveA MODEST GUY'S RANT ON LOVEA Modest Guy's Rant On Love by ~Rybirdrule
The endless ballad. love.
Funny how it always seems that the people who think of love the most are the ones without it.
In truth, the worldly thought of love is so bull crap it is funny. It is this romantic comedy stuff that keeps getting pumped out. Everybody knows these cliches enough that they don't need explaining, because that is not what this writing is about. Love is simpler and I guess more pure than that.
*i am not here to talk about me or anybody in specific, just tell what i think it is, or should be*
Love is having little awkward silence, and being able to just sit enjoying each other's company, b
BarrenHe looked out over the barren landscape, the freezing air burning his face. He was warm in his snow suit, but for a few seconds he contemplated how long survival in the harsh environment would be possible without it. The blasting icy wind and the desolate landscape was dark and misty as far as the eye could see, with deep blue hues where the ground met the ice. The tall rolling hills of ice that suddenly cut off into vast expanses made up the scenery. The varying landscape and dark blue colors confused scientists, but normal rules didn't apply there. How people where able to come that world is was still a mystery, as the passage defies all loBarren by ~Rybirdrule
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