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Just had this great idea...

The tales that people tell, the memories that they share, can say much about who they are. So can how they tell them. Many of you out there, I just haven't had the chance to sit down and chat with lately, much to my chagrin (hopefully, that will change soon - my newly accessable AIM SN is in my profile, who are interested)

What I want you to do is tell me a story. It could be a memory about us, or just something that you find interesting enough to share with a friend. Don't worry about length - put as few or as many words into it as you want. Laughter or provoked thought earns extra points, redeemable for... well, I'll figure that out later.

Tell me a story!


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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:07 am (UTC)
"I stood in the rain
Yes, it rained tonight
And I thought of you
I looked up to the sky
And your stars were not to be found
I ache
For you
My love."

Long forgotten emotions, lost in long forgotten memories, but I knew you'd recognize them. Time washes over us all, like a current running through a riverbed, wearing its marks into us each in individual ways. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. In the end, we decide.

Look me up, Jor. I'd like to say hi.
Dec. 4th, 2005 07:43 pm (UTC)

My email is in my user info. Send me some words, and we'll see what happens from there.
Dec. 5th, 2005 01:02 am (UTC)
Though I can't know for sure how things worked out for us
No matter how hard it gets, you have to realize
We weren't put on this earth to suffer and cry.
We were made for being happy.
So be happy, for me, for you.

Oh, oh what a pair, me and you
Put here to feel joy, not be blue
Sad times and bad times, see them through
Soon we will know, if it's for real
What we both feel.

They argued with insidious intent; He would show her fear in handfuls of dust, when her shadow stretched out behind her in the mornings. Even ahead of her in the evenings.

Sometimes they knew things; The workings of the world had been set before them and no secret was left unturned in their wake. They churned up the work of Gods and Goddesses so easily.

His chuckle spread ear to ear; She had long since learned of his madness. It was both a curse and a blessing.

She could connect nothing with nothing; He'd always spoke of riddles so well. In truth, he was just another riddle himself and she hadn't quite gotten the answer right.
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