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Never lose your sense of wonder, always find time to wander…. Epic of the Three Stars. People I admire and want to know:. I Dreamed of This. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. March 17, 2014. Wake up, Irving. Irving stirred and and opened his eyes. The light from the sun directly above seemed to blind him. He squinted momentarily before rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. He stifled a yawn before turning towards the person who disturbed him. Have you gone crazy? Irving seethed, getting up without so much as wiping the dirt off his backside. What is it? Mother has run out of oil, his sister replied. What’s that got to do with me? Nothing, ...
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September | 2013 | I Am Monster Paperbag
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. Monthly Archives: September 2013. September 27, 2013. So how’s the new apartment? Alfred Denison asked Jane Windham as she approached the old man. It’s nice, she replied. Although it might be too big, to be honest. I mean, it’s just gonna be me living there. I don’t know — a smaller one might have sufficed. It’s not a problem. Shall we get down to business? Yes, of course, Mister Denison. Thank you, Alfred. You’re welcome. In the next three months, I’ll be walki...
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Awesome Writers and Bibliophiles | Before I Became a Great Writer
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Before I Became a Great Writer. Short stories and poems. A Lot of Links. And Here’s My Other Blog. Awesome Writers and Bibliophiles. Awesome Writers and Bibliophiles. I am surrounded by intelligent, well-read, and awesome bibliophiles:. A Lady Forester’s Library. A Thought on Each Page. Anatomy of a Pre-Med. And She Really Read. Carve Your Heart Out Yourself. Dark Chest of Wonders. It’s a Wonderful Bookworld. Http:/ karenai-hana.tumblr.com/. Les Fleurs d’un Livre. Resty S. Odon. The Ripple’s Edge. Cornel...
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March | 2014 | I Am Monster Paperbag
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. Monthly Archives: March 2014. March 17, 2014. Wake up, Irving. Irving stirred and and opened his eyes. The light from the sun directly above seemed to blind him. He squinted momentarily before rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. He stifled a yawn before turning towards the person who disturbed him. Have you gone crazy? Irving seethed, getting up without so much as wiping the dirt off his backside. What is it? Mother has run out of oil, his sister replied. What was t...
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January | 2014 | I Am Monster Paperbag
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. Monthly Archives: January 2014. Out For A Walk. January 29, 2014. This simultaneously infused her with immeasurable pride and of course, unfathomable dread. For the unknown, for what the future might have in store. She sighed and looked at her pet dragon who finally stopped cheek-rubbing her leg. You want to go out for a walk, don’t you, ‘Cid? She said to her pet. I’ll be right there in a minute. The Hercules constellation, she said. I should have known. I g...Okay,...
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Premature | I Am Monster Paperbag
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. December 28, 2013. Then he tried to remember who he was. He couldn’t. He tried to recall his name, but it escaped him. And the strange thing was, he wasn’t that worried at all. The one thing he was beginning to worry about, however, was the fact that he wasn’t worried at all about not remembering anything. But even then, that worry began to fade. He stood up finally and headed to the door. He grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and stepped out of the room. And on top...
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December | 2013 | I Am Monster Paperbag
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. Monthly Archives: December 2013. December 28, 2013. Then he tried to remember who he was. He couldn’t. He tried to recall his name, but it escaped him. And the strange thing was, he wasn’t that worried at all. The one thing he was beginning to worry about, however, was the fact that he wasn’t worried at all about not remembering anything. He called out. Is anybody in there? And on top of the tables stood cylinder containers made of clear glass. Each cylinder con...
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October | 2013 | I Am Monster Paperbag
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Out For A Walk. I Am Monster Paperbag. Monthly Archives: October 2013. October 25, 2013. Which is why Beagol found herself heading home. It was no use staying in the great plains where only a pervading sense of emptiness is growing. And she was lonely. No, that wasn’t it, really. She was worried. And she felt the only thing that could lift her spirits now was home. 8211; end –. The Final Resting Place. October 18, 2013. Hey, Hippy, are you there? The radio hissed in response. Catfish swore. Cat, it’s me,...