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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 1:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:19 pm
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~Johnathan Nevarde~
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Do not worry about the incarnation of ideas. If you are a poet, your works will contain them without your knowledge—they will be both moral and national if you follow your inspiration freely. -Vissarion Belinsky
Johnathan walked up the steps of his senior year. Already, he thought, frowning. I'm gonna miss this place so much. Then, Johnathan saw his secret beloved-Sierra Rose. Long, blond hair cascaded down her pale body. Her eyes looking like sparkling gems, making Johnathan stunned, for the shortest nanosecond, but he quickly regained posture. He sighed. He slowly walked by her, soaking in every feature that is Sierra.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God. -Thomas Browne
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:37 pm
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~Johnathan Nevarde~
{{ooc: }}
Do not worry about the incarnation of ideas. If you are a poet, your works will contain them without your knowledge—they will be both moral and national if you follow your inspiration freely. -Vissarion Belinsky
Johnathan saw Sierra looking at him, and for the slightest second, their eyes locked. His with deep affection, her's welcoming and friendly. At one point or another, he had to look away, Johnathan had to see where he was going. He whipped his head around, only to be face-to-face with someone else. "Oh, I'm so sorry, excuse me." Johnathan blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God. -Thomas Browne
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 5:04 pm
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~Johnathan Nevarde~
{{ooc: }}
Do not worry about the incarnation of ideas. If you are a poet, your works will contain them without your knowledge—they will be both moral and national if you follow your inspiration freely. -Vissarion Belinsky
Johnathan sat at his desk, not expecting much to happen. Then, to his complete surprise, Sierra actually sat next to him. Right next to him. He sat there for a second, mouth slightly agape, when he realized she had asked him a question. "Oh, um, pretty well. I went to Italy with my family." He said, hoping she would be at least slightly impressed with his good taste in vacation spots. He offered a weak smile.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God. -Thomas Browne
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 5:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 12:59 pm
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