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Starry reminds me of the Starry Night painting my Vincent Van Gough. It is a beautiful painting that should be studied more. I may bring a picture of it into my classroom to do some comprehension connections. Do you think I would be able to find a good picture of it?

» Posted By Allison On 01.24.2018 @ 1:24 pm


Clockwork. Gears and ticking. Gas and steam. Cogs and connections. Pieces fitting perfectly together, harmonious movement. It had been a long night. The ticking was getting to him. He hated this job. He hated dealing with time.

» Posted By Allison On 09.24.2017 @ 1:23 pm


The ramp was long and windy. I stared down it with trepidation. Could I really bike down this

» Posted By Allison On 01.18.2017 @ 12:10 pm


purple like the sunset at night on trash mountain or the lake. The color of Harrods crayon that took him around the world. A bruise from soccer or falling. A faded scar. beauty. Violence is the typo that is a bad mistake.

» Posted By Allison On 04.18.2016 @ 10:10 am


It’s misread and most people don’t understand it and make up their mind before hearing the other person’s side of the story.

» Posted By Allison On 02.12.2016 @ 8:20 pm


the sky is hazy, my eyes are hazy from the lack of sleep I encounter daily. My body is tired from the endless homework and stressful days and organization. The sky is hazy from the smoke that clouds the fresh air making me with I lived in the mountains where my eyes would not be hazy because I would sleep in in the warm cabin and not worry about the world

» Posted By allison On 01.26.2016 @ 8:51 pm


Longing is what you feel when the tide is at its lowest point. Longing is the taste of a meal your mother used to make that you can never quite replicate.

» Posted By Allison On 08.18.2015 @ 10:46 am


sometimes it’s hard for me to put on my own clothes and shove my arms through the empty sleeves that aren’t yours. it used to be so simple, wrapping myself in linens that smelled like you, knowing you would later touch me and it would feel as simple as my skin on cotton.

» Posted By allison On 06.24.2015 @ 5:42 pm


I am scared if the feelings you give me. Of the buzz I feel under my skin when I think of you. You make me feel wreck less and like I am dying, drowning in an abyss while you only sit and stare and I am so scared.

» Posted By Allison On 05.13.2015 @ 9:25 pm


a penny on the ground,
face up,
is lucky,
but what happens when someone turns it over,
does that mean the luck is gone,
or just that someone can
make their own.

» Posted By Allison On 04.04.2015 @ 5:03 pm


The moon hovered above the lake, and she and Andrew looked down on it from where they had parked his Jeep at the top of the ridge. She rested her head against his shoulder and watched the thin silvery glow pass in smooth ripples from one end to the other, casting a ghostly circle in the middle of the water like buried treasure glittering from below. “It’s amazing out here at night,” she said. She couldn’t see his face, but felt the vibrations of his voice rumble against her side as he answered. “It is. I just hope it’s still dark enough so the police can’t see where we left the body.” She didn’t know what to say to that, so she didn’t say anything, and instead continued to watch the moon.

» Posted By allison On 09.05.2014 @ 12:00 pm


She brushed the hair out of his eyes, letting her hand trail down his cheek. He smiled; when was the last time he’d smiled? When was the last time she’d been this close to him? “You really need to take better care of yourself,” she said. He laughed; when was the last time he’d laughed? “I’ll take better care of myself when it’s finished. I don’t have time before that.” “Well, you’d better make time,” she said, “because I’m not coming to your funeral even if that means you’ll have the manuscript done by thursday.” And suddenly science seemed completely irrelevant as she leaned in and kissed him, driving away all thoughts of any electric reactions besides the one currently igniting every sense in his body. With her here, what did anyone need electromagnetic theory for?

» Posted By allison On 09.04.2014 @ 1:20 pm


She was the kind of girl you never noticed. Your eyes traveled right over her, from one end of the dark-paneled priory to the other, passing only briefly on the panels of stained-glass that cast muted jewel tones across the inside of the otherwise sober church. She kept her eyes low, even when the rector was speaking. Making eye contact with the metaphysical otherworld was pride, which was a sin, which was not permitted, which meant damnation. She looked instead on the book of psalms laying in her lap, the page opened to her favorite of King David’s forays into poetry. Of course, she did not have favorites. Having favorites was presumption, which was ego, which was sin, which was not permitted.

» Posted By allison On 08.30.2014 @ 11:44 am


He looked over his shoulder. They were there, closer every moment, looking at him with eyes torn straight from the pages of Greek mythology, hounds guarding the gates of something, he didn’t know what. There was no time for precision of metaphor. He had to get away, and quickly. He turned back to the road and ran as hard as he could, leaping over a rut in the road from a tire track that, overnight, had filled with water. He saw his own face reflected there, pale and panicked, before it had whipped away out of sight and there was nothing there again but the road, the road forward, the only choice. He ran.

» Posted By allison On 08.29.2014 @ 2:08 pm


He looked around, trying to remember where he was. There was that space in the semidarkness where the line between dreams and waking was more difficult than ever to tamp down, which was where he imagined himself to be. But though the morning looked at him square in the face and told him he sat awake in bed, there was still the feeling that he was slipping, slipping away beneath the blankets, until only the ends of his fingers and the tip of his nose remained. A corpse, half-buried beneath the remnants of sleep and forgetfulness.

» Posted By Allison On 08.28.2014 @ 6:52 am


I mispelled mispelled. Seeing this word written out on paper really makes me wonder who makes up these words. Who decided this was how it was going to be written and why does everyone agree?

» Posted By Allison On 06.24.2014 @ 10:21 am


everything best in life is unplanned. the best nights, laughing with your favourite people. the best things are spontaneous. thats all there is to it. why plan life when you can just go with the flow and see what comes your way. thats how I see it.

» Posted By Allison On 01.28.2014 @ 8:15 pm


People who self harm,have a very low self esteem

» Posted By Allison On 01.16.2014 @ 10:51 am


brown yummy and it makes my thoughts crazy. i like it so much i usually blackout and loose my mind or so Im told because i don’t remember what i said. I really like to drink it in the winter, but I am grounded from Burbona nd not allowed to have it any more.

» Posted By Allison On 01.10.2014 @ 10:23 am


I was tracking him through the woods. I could keep his scent as long as I was close enough to him. Then suddenly the wind picked up and i lost some of his scent. I looked up and couldn’t find him. I had been so focused on his smell that I wasn’t looking at where he was going. I put my nose b

» Posted By Allison On 01.07.2014 @ 10:59 am


When you are younger you play in the sand every time that your family goes to the beach. Your mother would put you in a tiny bathing suit that had polka dots on it. Your brother would kick the sand in your face. You would spend hours on just one tiny sand castle that you loved. Your mother would look at it and laugh. The beach was never much fun.

» Posted By Allison On 11.18.2013 @ 3:07 pm


I am not European,but I would like to visit Europe.

» Posted By Allison On 11.07.2013 @ 11:02 am


He took me into the tank. It was more than obvious that he and I were not meant to be there. I enjoyed the rebelliousness in it though. It was exciting, it was new.

» Posted By Allison On 10.02.2013 @ 4:55 pm


Im not sure what welt means. uhm im guessing it has something to do with maybe a burn like when it swells us. avtually i think that is exactly what it means upon further investigation. welt= burn that is swollen. i sure hope i dont welt anyanytaa

» Posted By allison On 09.01.2013 @ 7:40 pm


The inability to make a decision. As the word was flashed, I could not decide what I should say about the term. I am usually not indecisive, so it was surprising I had little to say.

» Posted By Allison On 08.17.2013 @ 4:15 pm


The politician preened behind the lectern. His nose, a sharp protrusion on his face, hint at his dogmatic personality. The pocket watch and handkerchief, evidence that he is an asshole.

» Posted By allison On 08.21.2013 @ 4:01 pm


It was just that – hidden not really meant to be found and certainly not meant for two people in what they thought was love. It was there just past the bend in the path.

» Posted By Allison On 05.30.2013 @ 6:41 pm


Oh, this is a funny word to me. It brings a smile to my face. Why? Because recently my dad has been asking me all the time, ” What was the you just mumbled?” I guess I have a problem with mumbling.

» Posted By Allison On 04.16.2013 @ 2:05 pm


Leverage gives me an upper hand. Leverage puts me above people. It’s an advantage. Things can give me leverage over situations and people. If you have leverage it’s great, if you don’t it’s not that great at all.

» Posted By Allison On 04.15.2013 @ 3:34 pm


Baking. With flour I can Make almost anything. Cookies, cake, muffins bread. Flour is the basis for Any type of bread or pastry.

» Posted By Allison On 04.06.2013 @ 9:32 pm

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