drive up teller, says the faded blue sign, long scratched up by the wind. The bank stands there, ableached white corpse, long dried out and hollowed by the Colorado desert. Its window like the eye of a bovine's skull, gives one a view inside the abandoned hall of commerce, long emptied out, nothing but rows of filling cabinets and dusty floors. It is a relic, the 80's preserved forever in the design of this one forgooten building. It stands at the foot of the hill, overlooking a busy street, surrounded by much taller buildings still in use. gThe atm still stands, long empty, but I still feel scared, like someone will think that I stole it.
Doodles and Drawings. They are usually done while bored in class or busy doing something else. Doodles can be words or pictures. Drawings are pictures, illustrations or sketches. There is no need to define the two words because we know what they are.
As a typical tween/teenager, I find some classes particularly boring. I spend my time doodling patterns, quotes, words, anything I want or can think of. I think it is easy to get inspired, all you do is beautify a piece of paper. There's no right or wrong in doodling, drawing or any type of art. There' no formula for the perfect doodle. Imperfect drawings and doodles are fine...
Peperoni's tasted good.
I asked his name. It's Nathan. Was he hungry, he wasn't eating much. He said he's fine gave me a faint smile.
"You are staring." He pointed.
I apologized, picked at my pizza. It's warm in here.
"What do you do?"
I am a sales clerk and no, it's wasn't fun. He laughed.
"I'm full." He leaned back, pushed wet hair out of his face.
I noticed his feet. Is he cold? It doesn't matter, he replied. Looking at me straight in the eye, or behind me.
I'll pay. Thank you, he stood up.
Wait for me.
You don't have anywhere to go.
My house is around the block, I said.
When I hear classical music some way i feel like melancholic but a same time euphoryc, its controversial, but you know, humans are controversial.
Today i have just came back home right now, this day was one of those days that you just want to forget, the sensation i had was of feeling like if my life is unfair. Do you know how feels when you care about someone a lot, but that person does not care about you that much,and in that moment, you feel hurted, logic tells you that you should stop caring about that person, but we are humans, we are controversial, i am an idiot
Haven't written for a bit...How am I feeling? I'm feeling good, creative, inspired to write because it's awesome. It's a great experience to write about amazing topics because it opens up new possibilities and opportunities. I love writing-stories, freewrites, poems and a lot more as you know. I feel great when I have the chance to write about everyday life. It's boring to read the same stories over and over again but fun to read different stories everyday. I'm running out of time but words motivate me. I won't end up being an author but I love storytelling. Some essays make no sense and others make perfect sense...