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The Zak-tastic BrainfreezeI was in the waiting section at the airport with Bethany and Hallie. We were all on our iPhones, texting, playing Temple Run and what not, when suddenly we froze. We heard a man's voice yell, "Oh ladies! Who's your favorite demon hunter?!".The Zak-tastic Brainfreeze by GAcrewmember4life
I put my phone in my pocket and then I ran and gave Zak Brent a big hug. I haven't seen my boyfriend in 3 months! Sure, we Skyped, but it wasn't the same. "So, how were your 3 months without me?" Zak asked me. I kissed him. "Absolutely terrible." I said as Bethany and Hallie walked over. Zak gave them both a hug. "Hey Zak" Hallie said, giving him a fist bumb, but instead of her fist at the last second she put up the peace sign and said "Snail".
Zak hung on to my waist as we all talked about what we did in the time we didn't see each other. Zak told us about London, and we told him about our rise to fame in the paranormal world. Zak told us about the awkward visit to Old Man Humphrie's Ancient Ram Inn, and we told him about Bethany's stalker, a guy n
If you are a writerIf you're a passionate writer,If you are a writer by Recklys
you know how it is,
to be surround by roaring words,
to be trapped in front of a laptop,
to write and write,
without looking up,
how the time rushes,
how it's getting dark and darker,
and then bright again.
How it is,
when nothing else in the world seems so important,
like finding the right words,
to paint a feeling,
to write a picture,
to formulate an expression so loud or so quiet,
that it stands out between the lines,
that it belongs there,
where it wants to stay.
How it is,
to tell about hope,
without sounding like past loves,
to describe a sunset without the colours orange and red,
to let a tear taste more than just salty.
If you're a passionate writer,
you can capture a moment,
which can't come back,
so everyone can see it forever,
even if it never happened.