Post by Bob The Unnamed on Feb 14, 2007 17:09:56 GMT -5
She picked up her note book, fingers sliding over it in a gentle loving manner. As if to touch an old friend, long lost in the sea of memories. The leather was like cool sliding ice under her thing finger’s tips. The normally talkative happy-go-lucky girl sat still for a few moments.
The beep of a cell phone, the slam of a door, the ring of far off church bells... These things called her to the world. So she left her little room. Book open, pages brushing in the wind produced by the open window.
Flipping to the first page you read. Wondering if you would get caught…
No more time to wonder, the first page of flowing script had caught your eyes.
Don’t worry. This isn’t really private—or public.
Read if you feel the need.
But it’s only my thoughts on the world.
The Thoughts of the World from the Eyes of Isabella Valentine Yorkshire
Or just
Ivy
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Suddenly edger you flip to the next page.
How do I want to be remembered? At my funeral? No, not that the open casket parents and friends reading quotes and remembering me as a wonderful person...
NO!
I want to know what the police will say when they find me dead.
I hope I’m murdered. Not a slow death, but something interesting.
There are two thing I do not want from death.
1. I do not want to die of natural causes.
2. I do not want to be the cause of my death
3. It must be interesting and/or unsolved.
But anyways I want the police to say this ::
Nice girl, liked to party, got drunk but not on the normal basis, good parents, good family background, no enemies, or any that she talked about. Really no reason to be murdered.
What do you want them to say about you?
How do you want to be remembered.
Most of you are like who the hell is Ivy.
You don’t need to know me. You just need to think deeply on what I have said.
And Maybe I will see you around.
Have a nice rest of your lives my good people,
Ivy
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o.o.c ish
|: I know this is my first notebook entry from JH (is any of you are on that) but I like it. :> so yep.
The silence was beautiful.
Beautiful things never last forever.
The beep of a cell phone, the slam of a door, the ring of far off church bells... These things called her to the world. So she left her little room. Book open, pages brushing in the wind produced by the open window.
Like the world’s sounds calling to her
These pages called to you.
These pages called to you.
Flipping to the first page you read. Wondering if you would get caught…
No more time to wonder, the first page of flowing script had caught your eyes.
Don’t worry. This isn’t really private—or public.
Read if you feel the need.
But it’s only my thoughts on the world.
The Thoughts of the World from the Eyes of Isabella Valentine Yorkshire
Or just
Ivy
[/size]
Suddenly edger you flip to the next page.
How do I want to be remembered? At my funeral? No, not that the open casket parents and friends reading quotes and remembering me as a wonderful person...
NO!
I want to know what the police will say when they find me dead.
I hope I’m murdered. Not a slow death, but something interesting.
There are two thing I do not want from death.
1. I do not want to die of natural causes.
2. I do not want to be the cause of my death
3. It must be interesting and/or unsolved.
But anyways I want the police to say this ::
Nice girl, liked to party, got drunk but not on the normal basis, good parents, good family background, no enemies, or any that she talked about. Really no reason to be murdered.
What do you want them to say about you?
How do you want to be remembered.
Most of you are like who the hell is Ivy.
You don’t need to know me. You just need to think deeply on what I have said.
And Maybe I will see you around.
Have a nice rest of your lives my good people,
Ivy
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o.o.c ish
|: I know this is my first notebook entry from JH (is any of you are on that) but I like it. :> so yep.
