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starlit skies with speckles, freckles, imperfections in spontaneous and artistic, free living. you are lighted up with a sparkle mysterious and boundless

» Posted By Anna On 02.05.2014 @ 3:59 pm


Progressive–a word so simple, yet it suggests such a huge opportunity for development and a better usage of our capabilities.

» Posted By anna On 02.03.2014 @ 4:35 am


So this one time my friends and I went to germany and danced the night away, I could have sworn there were things moving the in cornfields that night. I drank so much beer, but Lisa was far worse off and she actually ran into the cornfield and puked like a boss. It was her birthday, so we forgave her for getting out of hand, but I can’t get the memory of the stalks swinging in the wind out of my head. There was something truly eerie about that night.

» Posted By Anna On 01.21.2014 @ 1:52 pm


Famous and fabulous. Everyone is so obsessed with them. Their clothes, what they eat, where they go… Cameras following them everywhere. But what makes them so special? Why movie actors? TV stars? What makes them so much more fabulous than everyday people?

» Posted By Anna On 12.19.2013 @ 2:37 pm


The deadliest of all attacks. My Charmander was weak. She wouldn’t be able to stand another hit. I only wanted to switch her out for my Umbreon. I only wanted to protect her. But Pursuit ruined everything.

» Posted By Anna On 12.06.2013 @ 8:19 pm


I put my plume into the top of my shako. My marching band uniform was now complete. Soon, we would be lining up, getting ready for our special march. 100 years of tradition. Getting the audience pumped up. Ready to show them our amazing show. Hopefully not lose the football game. Again.

» Posted By Anna On 12.05.2013 @ 8:06 pm

I found a feather in the water. My mother told me it belonged to a blue jay. I asked her if I should give it back but she said that he didn’t need it anymore. Birds are always loosing their feathers in flight. I wish I were a bird with beautiful feathers and a beautiful voice.

» Posted By Anna On 12.05.2013 @ 6:35 pm


Like the exact measurement of every side, line and dot, my eyes are fixed on your every move. Subtle to nest. Wrestle to rest. Tape it. Shape the whole thing.

» Posted By Anna On 12.05.2013 @ 6:34 am


It was the largest storm she’d ever seen. Her mother was throwing a fit and ransacking the house for unused candles and bottles of water and first-aid kits that weren’t coated with a large layer of dust.

Katie had priorities. She’d plugged her iPod into the wall jack as soon as possible. Who knows when they’d spontaneously lose power.

» Posted By Anna On 12.02.2013 @ 6:06 pm

Rapid winds destroyed everything in their path. Angry waves smashed and demolished. No house, tree, structure, or living being was safe. The storm was determined to destroy, and nothing could stop it.

» Posted By Anna On 12.01.2013 @ 9:21 pm

Nad rzeką wezbrał niebezpieczny tajfun, W powietrzu unosił sie zapach niebezpieczeństwa, zmieszany ze strachem, Poczułam na skórze lodowatośc tego smutnego poranka.

» Posted By Anna On 12.01.2013 @ 3:04 pm


The sound of the trumpets blared in my ear. So loud. They won’t stop! Boom! Blare! Blast! Blast! BLAST! Trumpunich the trumpets? Blah! More like deadly. The sound of Satan himself. The call of the devil. So loud. What a headache I have.

» Posted By Anna On 11.30.2013 @ 7:52 pm


He was like a giant stencil. Every time it was slightly different, their shape on the ground, looking up at you. But they usually ended up looking similar once they were moved. Giant, rounded stencils. It was an image that sometimes haunted her. Human stencils, laying there surrounded by soft white chalk. Always similar. But in real life they had been so different.

» Posted By Anna On 11.29.2013 @ 2:11 pm


Its a big and fluffy armchair it was always green in my grandparent’s living room. I tore it once when I was six but noone noticed and i didn’t say anything about it. I always liked it but I never liked the color and then one day it was just gone and I felt like my childhood friend was missing for a while. What replaced it was a straight backed, stiffer chair that wasn’t as much of a hug when you sat down.

» Posted By Anna On 11.28.2013 @ 5:29 pm


I do not know what derive means.

» Posted By Anna On 11.26.2013 @ 1:47 pm


The TV blared as she tried to focus on the words she needed to write, the ones that her friend needed written most. It was supposed to be a Eulogy but all she seemed to be able to do was stare at a blank page and watch the world go by.

» Posted By Anna On 11.21.2013 @ 4:55 pm


After I had saved her, everyone turned to look at me in awe. I knew what they were going to regard me as a ‘hero’, but inside I didn’t feel like one. I felt empty; unworthy of a title.

» Posted By Anna On 11.15.2013 @ 3:41 pm


The scent surrounded me as I entered the petrol station from my car. It was stuck to the wind; following me into the dilapidated excuse of a shop.

» Posted By Anna On 11.10.2013 @ 12:44 pm


the coumpound was big, bigger than i ever imagined. The gates were higher, reaching the sky and blocking the light of the sun, unlike that of which my father told me in my childhood. This was real life… this was prison. How lucky of me, how very very lucky of me.

» Posted By anna On 11.07.2013 @ 4:42 pm


power rangers

» Posted By anna On 11.03.2013 @ 12:45 pm


She picked up the lemon, the surface scratchy in her hands.
“When will dad be home?” she asked her sister, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. She probably didn’t, judging by the look in her sister’s eyes. She took the knife and started peeling of the peel, small yellow circles landing on the floor.

» Posted By Anna On 11.03.2013 @ 10:24 am


I feel empty; nothing else is left. I have done all I could, yet nothing could ever save me.

» Posted By Anna On 10.27.2013 @ 5:52 pm

everyday she felt like this. it wasn’t something that came out often though, which resulted in her suffering more than she should. she wanted people to know, yet how can you explain?

» Posted By Anna On 10.27.2013 @ 5:39 pm


We just came back from the walk when I realized that my dog has fleas. I noticed one naughty flea jumping on his back while cleaned his feet before entering thw house. If there is one flea, for sure there is more. If there is more fleas in his fur, it means there are also fleas in the carpet. And on the sofa. And on the armchair. And in the bed. And in the majority of my clothes. My googness, invasion of the fleas!

» Posted By Anna On 10.23.2013 @ 5:14 am


I am a songwriter. I write songs. They are no good. I am no good.

» Posted By Anna On 10.19.2013 @ 10:05 am

Songwriter. She didn’t call herself a poet, she didn’t call herself an artist, she wasn’t just a plain old writer. Songwriter. There was something in the word that evoked images of colourful plumage and warm, rich melodies. A songbird. That’s what she tried to be, and so a songwriter she was. They weren’t the same thing.

» Posted By Anna On 10.18.2013 @ 11:31 am


Makes me think of confusion and wonder. It reminds me of someone scratching their head because they are confused. I think about someone really trying to think hard and discover a solution to their problem they may have.

» Posted By Anna On 10.16.2013 @ 2:30 pm


He stamped down hard and twisted his ankle to make sure it was really squished into the dirt. The butterfly hadn’t done anything to annoy him in particular, besides being beautiful. There couldn’t be beauty in the world anymore. Not if she was gone. It shouldn’t be allowed.

» Posted By Anna On 10.15.2013 @ 3:25 am


im more easygoing now that i was with him, maybe because, you know, i dont have to blame myself for everything anymore.
but he messages me again out of the blue and im so tense it hurts and im not EASYGOING anymore.
dammit im making this word about a past relationship. sorry to be one of those guys. i needed it.

» Posted By Anna On 10.10.2013 @ 9:08 pm


He sat in his crib screaming at the top of his lungs. It was the most difficult thing she could do, listen to his crying in agony wanting to hold on tight to his mother. She cried and cried begging for him to stop as she watched through the baby monitor. Finally he fell asleep in the strangest position, kind of sitting up but leaning forward like a complicated yoga pose. She thanked God he went to sleep, kissed her husband, and went to sleep.

» Posted By anna On 09.28.2013 @ 2:54 pm

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