xxTORNxxDOWNxx

Status: A little tired..
Joined: March 3, 2013
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Gender: M

I am, as you know it, Kevin. I enjoy making "Picture" Quotes if you wanna call it that. leave an idea on my profile sometime, I would love you hear it! anyways, I had problems but this online place is just, overall, amazing! I have met people in, England, America, Etc.  There is just SO much more out there then what I know of.

Quotes by xxTORNxxDOWNxx

Wishing to be free...
Plot Twist: People that were once inseperable are seperated.

One Thing That I've Always Wanted To Do:
Write on a piece of paper that saying "Pull up your fly" and then throw it at them, get the idea??

The Scene:

Part 2

    Walking.. Walking.. Walking.. Wait, I can't anymore! All of this happened and I just can't! I don't know what happened! Ugh, I want to find out so badly.. I'm strapped to this table and there is seriously.. nothing. Nothing at all is around me. Just, a white wall, belts, and a vault on the shiny wall. I wish that I could move.. well.. AHHH!!!! I screamed with terror.. there was a noise coming from the vault.. I tried squiggling my way out but I couldn't even budge my little pinky toe a one millionth of a centimeter. As the vault finnally swung open, the light brightened and creatures stood among my bed, examining me from head to toe.  I had no idea that such things even existed.. they were so hideous..
    I tried squinting to see them better through the bright light they were giving off. It was like a million suns squished into one of these beings that were in front of me. For the most part they seemed harmless, but they could attack at any second. I took caution, although I could not move, and said a simple "Hi." I know my mother told me not to talk to strangers, but talking is what usually gets me out of everything anyway. Maybe these things will be my long lost friends? Maybe we will fit in very nicely with each other? Oh well.. talking is the only way I will make friends!
    Then a real loud noise sounded, kind of sounding like a screach, and Everything went black, I became exauhsted, and finnally.. I could not control anything, I wet the metal bed, I threw up and drooled. What could be happening? I then felt myself be lifted off the bed and then I drifted off into a nice and peaceful sleep. I woke up later, I had no idea what time it was, I was now laying in a rubber room full of dirt and flowers. I saw them peeking through the ceiling through a clear material. It wasn't glass and that is all that I knew. Maybe I could use this dirt for something? Maybe they are seeing if I am allergic to flowers? Well I am not. I began throwing flowers at the ceiling and they were writing little notes with pieces of charcoal, I think that is what it was anyway.
    I then let out a loud scream, they had no reaction.  It was either sound proof or they just couldn't hear.. Maybe that is why they enjoyed screaming at little kids who were deathly afraid of them?
    I then started bouncing around the rubber room and having the time of my life, I also did other weird things because I liked watching them write. They wrote like, really fast. I started getting into a laughing fit after they threw a carrot down the shoot. I was just feeling all weird and laughy. I wanted to keep laughing more and more.  I then ate the carrot and it wasn't a carrot at all.. it was actually jello. Carrot flavored jello did not taste too good but it brought back my appetite. I don't think that it has been that long since I had left my garden, but I was starving. I then started eating all of the flowers because I felt like I was about to puke from not eating, I then actually puked once more and then everything went black again...

I spend every moment,
Of every day,
Waiting in disappointment,
for someone who I will not say.

This burden will someday overcome me,
And I will let it out, but for now, listen
That will set you and me free,
Just by the way you talk and glisten.

In the moonlight, under the stars,
Someone someday will see us,
Someone will buy us cars,
Someone will let us be us.

Now who is this I say?
Well, I will not say,
Nothing has been determined,
And nothing ever will.
 
*Sad Person...*
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I smile is if you cut me ear
to ear.

*Sweeney Todd Comes*
Well if you insist..



NMQ
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The Scene:
 
    One day while walking through the garden, I noticed something. This something was not just a something, but something special. I carefully examined it as if it had been a new born child. I was afraid to drop the item I was holding, for it seemed fragile and delicate. This item was shinning in the sunlight like a polished car driving during the day. Like a plastic easter egg in the field, hidden for children to find.  What could this be? Something important? This so called, "item" was like nothing else, I haven't heard, seen, tasted, smelt or heard anything like it.
    I then reach, with caution toward the object, I have no idea what it will end up doing, or what will happen to me, just as soon as I become and inch away from it, my mother calls me to go eat.
    "How are the tomatoes doing?" said my mom.
    "Oh, they're doing fine," I said, suprised she remembered.
    "And what about the pumpkins? I saw yesterday some where popping up," said my mom with enthusiasum.
    "I didn't see any of them," I said trying to hurry up eating my lunch so I could go back out and try to figure out what the thing had been.
    When finished, I washed my plate and returned out side to the beating sun, sure I would get sunburt, but who cares? It's only a little. I approach the area where I saw the thing and it disappeared. I-I don't know where it went until I find the next row, where it actually was. I must've gotten off track while coming back.  As I reach, something weird happens, I fell all energized and ready to run a marathon, maybe ten. Could this be something useful? Something for everyone? Do athletes grow this in their garden? As soon as one of very small atoms touched the thing, everything, and I mean everything went black...


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