random stories

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Location: wouldnt you..., like to know?, United States

im a home-cooked girl if ya know what i mean.. and if ya dont then that means i like the simple life.. i like small towns and a few close friends rather than huge cities and lots of ppl i hardly know. i love God, family, friends, and pets. in no particular order. i have a serious side but i know when to be funny most of the time.. but like everyone im not perfect... and i dont try to be. hope this helps. the answer to the question "do u think that forks evolved from spoons?" is here cuz there wasnt enough room down there: yes.. i think that people were sick of trying to stab their solid food with a spoon to eat it so they developed the fork. but then where did the spoon come from? it would only be logical that they originally used sticks which made them contemplate forks, but the forks couldnt cut the food, so they made knives, but they couldnt drink liquid with those 2 items so they made the spoon, but then what if their hands were what made them think to make spoons? then you must consider, their teeth may have been the true inspiration.. maybe they were sick of cutting meat with their teeth and developed the knife fist?

Monday, October 17, 2005

~Unexpected~


The pain of regret and rejection was tearing her apart. it showed on her face. the agony within was more than she could bear. the loss of a friend. the loss of a love. the loss of a hope. the loss of a dream. it seemed like no one cared anymore. she avoided eye contact as he walked out the doors. she thought, if i keep looking down, he will walk straight to the bus, we wont make eye contact, and i wont have to think about him. she watched his feet pass, then stop and turn. she looked up. his peircing eyes looked into hers. "hey. whats up" he said to her. her heart raced. everything she had assumed, all she had been led to believe, was false. she struggled for words. "uhm... not much... you?" "eh.. nothing. did you skip school yesterday?" he asked. she was startled by the question she hadnt thought of herself as 'skipping', but it sounded good "ya, i slept in and just didnt go." "ya... me either." he replied. she was confused, if he wasnt at school either how did he know she wasnt? he must have asked someone. he must have been interested. "well i gotta go... ill see ya later." he walked away. "bye." she said. he turned and smiled.


~*~Golf Sox~*~

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

~Road of Loneliness~

why do i walk down this road? this road of loneliness. i follow the footsteps i see. the ones on the ground of others before me. some go on forever, deeply pressed into the ground. they lead to a paradise of eternal happiness. but i just see it as a web of lies. simply candy made up for the eyes. there are so many different paths that i could take but the footsteps blend together now not showing me the way. i know not to be lead by the footsteps blown away by the wind, they lead into the darkness not lasting very long. why is there no one with me following these paths? why would these clues be left for only me? i need someome to hold my hand and guide me through this empty world. i need someone with me in the night, to tell me they care, that its alright. someone to hold me when im scared, for comfort when im lonely. but there seems to be no one here on this journey down a lonely road. sometimes i think i hear your voice, carried to me upon the wind, but everytime i turn around i feel that cold and im still alone. ill continue down this endless road until our paths do meet. i will walk down this empty road, this road of loneliness.

~*~Golf Sox~*~

~Doors~

I try to talk to you but you turn and hide, but when i look into your eyes and you look into mine its like everything just seems to stop and for a moment you are mine. you say we're just friends but it feels like so much more. but disappointment lingers behind every door. if i take the first door its the easy way out, i let you go and hope that it all works out. we stay friends, no more no less... the second door, could be so much more, if only you would let me in, but you say, were just friends, and the disappointment seeps in again. door three, well that would be the end, and if i took that door then disappointment would come from me... i take door one, but only for our friendships sake... i couldn't stand to hurt you.. but then theres always that big 'what if' what if id taken that door... that door number 2? then maybe id have you, maybe id be happy, maybe we could be. but disappointment is the only thing that lingers... behind all doors is disappointment.

~*~Golf Sox~*~

~Camping~

i stared into the fire. the crackle of it only made me think deeper. i was drowning in my thoughts. i heard a zipper but paid no mind. a twig snapped. i tensed. he walked into the glow of the fire. "couldnt sleep," he said to me, "i heard you get up after i went to bed." "sorry if ive been keeping you up." i told him. "no, i was thinking. i was keeping myself up." "heh, ya i know what thats like. ive been thinking a lot too... i like to let my mind wander, give it a little exersize." a silence followed. we sat out there for 45 minutes watching the fire. i got a strange feeling like someone was watching me so i looked up. our eyes met, i realized it was him who was staring at me. our eyes locked on each other, i couldnt look away. i was in a trance, the flames licking at the sky, the eerie shadows cast on our faces, his piercing eyes staring into mine. my heart began to race but then he smiled, and suddenly i knew that this was the best camping trip ever.


~*~Golf Sox~*~

~Stranded~

the sand caused the sun to beat back up into our faces like a mirror. we had to find shade and make shelter. we scavenged the area of the wreck but found only an amount of rope, some netting, some canned foods, and a few suitcases. we were the only survivors. the others had been trapped inside and burned to death. he and i barely escaped. he collected wood and anything else he found usefull and i went to find food. the island was abundant with fruits but meat was rare. we knew we had to save the fire we had from the wreck so we made a pit on the beach right away. as night set in we settled down. as the stars came out i sat on the beach away from the fire. surprisingly he walked over and sat next to me. i wanted nothing more but to embrace him. he looked into my eyes and told me we would make it, that it would be fine. thats when i knew things were gonna be ok.

~*~Golf Sox~*~

~Daydreams~

The music got louder. she could feel the beat pounding at her soul. the strange ritual began. her hair, long like curtains and dark like a summer night sky, fell all around her face. she bent and contorted her body like the wind blowing the grass. her feet in a sea of shadows cast by the immense skirt about her waist, adorned by a diamond-like chain. the music became faster, her heart beat louder in her head, the faces became blurred all around her. their eyes met. she stopped dead in her tracks. she slowly walked towards him. hips moving back and forth, eyes seducing, satisfying every fantasy in his mind. her body thrust against his, eyes locked, minds racing. a lip lock only inches away. BRRRIIIIINNNNGGG! the bell rang. it was only a dream. lunchtime.

~*~Golf Sox~*~