The remains of the dead and the breathing
Author
: impulsive me
Blog
: Impulsive Arrogance
Date
: 6/17/2012 6:15:00 PM
'Walking into the house after he left was daunting... it was like she saw him everywhere ,his voice echoed through the hallway, the dull tut-tut of his walking stick seemed to grow on her like a wild creeper. She had his keen eyes and the sharp aristocratic nose which no one in the family had managed to posses and with the same curiosity she had as a child, she entered his study....for he was dead today!!!It was as he had left it, the same musty smell of old books intoxicated her..hi(...)'
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a little about someone who means a lot
Author
: impulsive me
Blog
: Impulsive Arrogance
Date
: 5/26/2012 9:22:00 PM
'its been some tyme since i waved adieu to my writing...pleading guilty!!! n wen ppl who knw me wel ask..dont u write anymore??? i give a straight answer tht no one really reads anything i write ..so i stopped writing! n tis was fair enuf..society! u murdered a young writer :( .Then i had this bolt from the blue..a friend of mine actually sat up late reading my blog n said i was good!!! not flashy..not some incoherent rambling bt Gud was the word!!!(...)'
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on life:)
Author
: impulsive me
Blog
: Impulsive Arrogance
Date
: 11/9/2011 4:42:00 PM
'The universality of our dreams and emotions makes me believe that my life is no different from any other. Everyone has a story within them.At some point of life you would have craved for a reason for existence, a reason to smile, a ray of hope for warmth, a breeze to break free from the smokes of suffocation, tides to push you ahead not letting you stagnate,colours to paint your life.When life hits me with all its charm and appeal i failed to realize its essence.(...)'
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