The Featured Post Blog

A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: EmmaPele

The man told Emma that his son loved history and was always writing stories. Harrison gazed at Emma. He had light orange eyebrows, blue eyes, and pale skin that made his lips look as pink as the roses on the table. His face and fingers were as thin as an aesthete's. Emma found him as interesting as an Anne Rice vampire. She asked him, "how old are you?" He said, "Fifteen." He was shy, but he could speak.
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by: Yoshick

I broke out my cell phone at the table's fringe, convinced I'd somehow entered a parallel universe where birthday parties hide specifically from me, when a six foot seven man bounded up and in a very gallant fashion, stood at attention in front me. Tall Man tells me that if I'll have a seat, Traitor will return in a few minutes.

Five words to describe this man: Tall, attractive, lean, leather pants.
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by: coldwish

Oh just shoot me know, this computer is all funky with the blogging here, I will make it more legible when I hit the Ice. I did have paragraphs for a bit there then the blogosphere sucked it all up & smooshed it into this odd mess.

Hi all, I have arrived safely in NZ, as far south as commercial flights can take me. It is Saturday here. On Monday morning, barring ill will from the weather gods I will fly to Antarctica when the sun is still only 40 minutes above the horizon each 24 hours but hovering bloodily just below the crack of the mountain range and casting powerful light across the land nonetheless. I yearn to see this myself.
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by: ashaa

things are funner now that i've given up on being immortal.

my new hobby is riding on the back of motor bikes while not caring that i'm not wearing a helmet. my other hobby is opening the multitudes of plastic wrappings at meal time in the aeroplanes. dave (former melbournian, current refugee camp teacher on the border and burma indymedia dude) taught me to enjoy this process so that i can not be scared of flying. i cringed but it works.
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by: AmericanGirl

Maybe it's troll induced paranoia. Maybe I just need a magazine rack for all of my issues. Or maaaaybe I've officially exhausted all possible topics, and there's officially nothing left to say. Maybe I want to ask you all to please not mention the upcoming anniversay of 9/11 and just forget it (in this forum) and promise to treat me like a regular person for the next month or so. Maybe it's just a phase, or a rut, if you will. Maybe I like you all so much that in the morning I'll read this and say "Gah! WTF was I talking about?" Or, maybe I'll say "Whew, I'm glad I got that off my chest."
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by: mictlantecuhtli

You wake up every day as somebody else. This is true of everyone. Most of these people that we are, they are alike enough that we don't notice, but this only makes the realization more unsettling when you do notice, eventually, on some far distant morning, that all the decks have been shuffled and cut, that the hand you're holding isn't the hand you thought you were dealt. You wake up in a different bed, that old house of two stories receding over the months and miles. You wake up to a bed warmed by a woman, and you watch her sleeping and whisper to her when she trembles in her sleep.
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by: Alohalani

What began as a simple desire to escape from reality and see a film to make me laugh ended up as an voyage into truth. So many correlations between my life and this woman's gave me food for thought. Diary of a Mad Black Woman touched me. Replace "Black" with "Hawaiian" and the story fits. My ex wasn't a lawyer, but a businessman. The details aren't the same, but oh so close.
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