| My name is Glenn. I'm a writer, and a Drawer. I also enjoy taking pictures. Im 17 and not the average teenager. |


Time11:40 a plane is tumbling down to earth. the air is filled with screams and crys. aTime
mother holding her son tight to her chest. an elderly man not saying a
word, for he is praying. lights are flashing. and the cargo is falling from the
compartments above coverd heads. masks deploy as the plane plumites
closer and closer to the ground. the pilot is crying as he trys to pull up. the
co-pilot is screaming at the top of his lungs.
11:45 a teenage boy is at a party, already fairly drunk, he makes out with his
girlfriend. music is thumping a


There a girlTheres this girl, shes so beautiful. with her long Flowing Brown Hair, Etching out the curves of her back.There a girl
Her brown eyes sparkle in the sunlight,
giving just that perfect twinkle. Her smile brightens up my day, almost as much as her voice does. her giggle, makes me smile, till my cheeks hurt.
Theres this girl, i really like her, and i know she likes me. but how much? what lengths would she reach, just to show me? would she swim an ocean? climb a mountain? walk across the country? or even risk her life?  


DecemberIt couldn't have happen. The evidence was in front of me face, but I still couldn't believe it. There was no way this could happen. Why did it happen? Why her of all people? Why that night of all nights? I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to run. It doesn't matter where, just anywhere away from here. So I did, right out the door into the snowy world outside. Why did she have to go out that night? Why did she decide to leave home on this snowy night? She could have been safe at home, drinking hot chocolate, waiting for the next day. She didn't have to leave. Yet she did. Why? Why did she have to leave? Why am I even aDecember


Don't Blink CH. 1Friday, October 13. 1969. 11:59:59 AM. Location: ???Don't Blink CH. 1
Branches snapping, leaves crunching. The wind was violent, flipping brown locks of hair into the rain. Her breaths quickened with her steps. Her heart raced at the speed of light. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around, hearing nothing. Had she lost it? She bit her cracked lips and strained her ears. The girl, barely 17, let out her breath and stared down at her mud-torn dressing gown.
It was safe.
Then out of nowhere, before she could even scream, she was stolen into the trees.


'Even the dead must sleep.' I peer over the edge looking down into nothing but an eerie purple hue. Surrounded by nothing. The spit of land I'm standing on hovering in this void as large, thunderous clouds roll in towards me. My only company, apart from the hundreds of flowers around my feet, is a solemn tree standing over at the far edge of the island, barely attached to the dirt. Its roots visible as it groans, its branches swaying as the wind, that I can't feel, seems to disturb them.'Even the dead must sleep.'
I look back up at the clouds, flashing with lightning but I can't hear it. It's like all sound has been sucked from my
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Say you see through the folly, but you do it for the fame
Fighting the jet stream, drinking cheap wine on airplanes
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I like walking in the rain, so that no one can tell that I'm crying...
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gallery
~take a look~
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Boredum gets the best of us
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gallery
~take a look~
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Not all who wander are lost...
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Boredum gets the best of us
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Not all who wander are lost...
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Boredum gets the best of us
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Not all who wander are lost...
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