Everyday, he wore pink.
It told people about him, and the fact that he didn’t care. C’est la vie. Non. C’est la vie en rose.
How many times, had he barely made it home on that broken bicycle after dark, with names being called from the eaves of brownstones?
How many times until they saw life was pretty with rose, ou rouge, ou bleu, ou jaune, ou marron ?
How many times would he bury the thoughts that maybe, he should wear another colour?
A colour that said nothing about him.
Extra sensual perception by Serena
At a charming little cattle farm, near a pretty deadly lake
I am now officially in the League of Awesomeness as The Sarcastic Scribe
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish. —Lemony Snicket
Books I am Currently Reading
Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky
City of Ember by Jeane DuPrau
As it were, summer is drawing to a close…This year, I am undertaking AP English and a potentially useless year of gym…
So, if I’m not on Ficlets as much as I used to be, deal with it.
Most of my Ficlets are inspired by books, Billy Joel, or Jack Johnson songs.
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“Good night, my angel, now it’s time to sleep and save these questions for another day. I think I know what you were going to ask”—“Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)”, Billy Joel (Part of the Billy Joel Posse with T. F. Torrey, pens&feathers, and BARomero.)
Published on June 24, 2007.
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C'est La Vie
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C'est La Vie
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