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Mumbling reveals something about each and every one of us. There are mumbles of the mind, which tell us our deepest wants and wishes. There are mumbles out loud, which tell us what we want to say, but don’t want others to know. Mumbles make up our lives.

» Posted By Anna On 04.16.2013 @ 6:04 pm


Everybody want to get welfare, but not everybody understand what does it mean to have it.

» Posted By Anna On 04.11.2013 @ 5:13 am

a lot of different things comming to my mind. they are perfectly white and congenial. and Canadian

» Posted By Anna On 04.11.2013 @ 4:44 am


Fog drifted through the fields, settling on the remains of the mill, where a few hours ago a fire had destroyed every last bit of the families existence. Flour the was left drifting aimlessly through the air mixed in with the wintery fog.

» Posted By Anna On 04.06.2013 @ 12:43 pm


I already did this, with the word vines, and i told whoever that i didnt know what they are, but that it rhymes with wines and that i like beer better than wine, not because of the taste but because of other things. But then the site said i was duplicating or something!

» Posted By Anna On 04.05.2013 @ 6:17 pm

i dont know what vines are, but it rhimes with wines, and i love wine, although i like beer better, but sometimes the attitude of wine fits the situation better. its not just the taste what makes a drink good… its the whole thing, you know.

» Posted By Anna On 04.05.2013 @ 6:15 pm

The journey went rougher this time. We struck into the woods and entered upon a rough time, stumbling over roots, and getting tangled in vines.

» Posted By Anna On 04.05.2013 @ 3:25 am


I was aiming for the gold, I really was. But then, well I don’t know what happened, it just wasn’t enough. I don’t know how to go back to my coach now, he’ll be so disappointed!

» Posted By Anna On 03.28.2013 @ 4:13 pm


The brown wheat bread crumbled between my finger. Why, oh why! Why did my favourite bakery have to be sold out of white bread? The world must be ending, that is the only way to explain it.

» Posted By Anna On 03.30.2013 @ 4:14 am


A blustery storm. many people only see the destruction it leaves, but if you look closely the destruction it brings hides the way that a single tornado can bridge relationships which have been long broken.

» Posted By Anna On 03.27.2013 @ 1:56 pm

A windy, beautiful, powerful phenomenon of nature. Shows the true nature of things, because it can break things, but ultimately it will bring a community back together.

» Posted By Anna On 03.27.2013 @ 1:54 pm


Watch out its going to get ou the dog he is behind your drooling down behind you as you walk here is a bat quick hit him with it or we will bot die. its a good thing im looking out ffor you or else we would ever make it. also remember that letter i recieved in the mail last wek? Islt said somthing about abgolden sachel…do you have any idea what thats about.????

» Posted By Anna On 03.20.2013 @ 5:06 pm


I am pained by my life.
I am pained by my love life.
He says, “I love you”
I say, “I know”
But I don’t love hime back
Not at all.
If I tell him his heart will break
Mine will break for him.
Mine will break for pain for him, his will break for pain.

» Posted By Anna On 03.19.2013 @ 1:36 pm


I have no idea what covert means, perhaps jealousy. jealousy may be the single cause of the destruction he has put me through. In which, covert has a very bad meaning to me and I don’t want to write about it because the thoughts of my mind are dark and upsetting. They always are without him. I think the word I was thinking about was covet. oh well.

» Posted By Anna On 03.16.2013 @ 9:47 pm


Idk sounds like oval but at the same time it does not
It’s like we are over but we’re drinking tea in the end

» Posted By Anna On 03.15.2013 @ 1:49 pm


That blasted, no good thief just ran off with my money. I was turned the other way,talking to the doorman and before I knew what was happening, the doorman was shouting at the thief and I was running 90 mph after him. I ran until my legs felt like rubber. That blasted thief is fifty dollars richer and I am fifty dollars poorer.

» Posted By Anna On 03.14.2013 @ 5:44 pm


Many tales are told about the forest of the west. Horror stories that scare little children, and make them not venture out to far on their own. The children’s parents do not know if the tales are because their parents had also told them the same when they were younger. And everyone was frightened to venture out into the forest to debunk the tales.

» Posted By Anna On 03.11.2013 @ 9:40 pm

Tales had been told about the forest that lies in the West. Horror stories that frightened little children and made them weary to venture out too far. The Children’s parents were not sure if the tales were true or not because their parents had also told them the horrors that happened in the forest in the West.

» Posted By Anna On 03.11.2013 @ 9:33 pm


she was a withered soul and all she could do was cry. day and night, all day. what can come of crying? she could mend herself, maybe even help others see that they can pull themselves out of a hell they had no choice but to fall in, but it was common knowledge that no matter where she went, they all knew she was withered.

» Posted By anna On 03.10.2013 @ 7:04 pm


There was an ad in the paper today. The bookshop in the corner space next to the mall is looking for workers again. They don’t seem to be able to keep people there very long.

» Posted By Anna On 03.06.2013 @ 7:13 pm


knock knock who’s there?
boo who?
Aw don’t cry baby
welllllll knock knock jokes are for babies. I hate when my roommate doesn’t knock with other people especially when I’m changing. Be polite. Knock. It’s really not that hard guys. have some freakin’ respect. thats all I’m saying

» Posted By Anna On 02.27.2013 @ 7:52 pm


I love embellish. Its a way to express yourself. Its a way to show who you are. You can use embellishments and not be afraid of what others think. embellish. embellish.

» Posted By Anna On 02.24.2013 @ 3:17 pm


take one letter away and you’re failing. that feeling when you’ve lost control and are spiralling down to the rocks beneath – clutching madly at the air in the hope that it will somehow become a tangible thing and lift you back up to safety.

» Posted By Anna On 02.18.2013 @ 5:04 pm


sometimes, when I’m tired, all I can think about is how hard my life is. It doesn’t matter whether I’m tired through having fun, or through doing things that I love…. when you are hit by a level of fatigue, the world seems to become your enemy. How does the body manage to convince your rationale brain that things are so much worse than they actually are?

» Posted By Anna On 02.17.2013 @ 9:51 pm

I am fatigue after I was so intrigued with my colleague watching a football league while eating the tits-bits though the clock had ticked.Out clique won by the blitzkrieg! Let’s kick!

» Posted By Anna On 02.16.2013 @ 11:02 pm


growing up i had always admired my father. he was a strong, intelligent man. at times he was hard, and unavailable, but weren’t all fathers? i admired his military service, and often i blurred the truth with lies about how many medals he had recieved. but that was then, and after i entered the early years of my adulthood i realized he was nothing but weak, trembling coward.

» Posted By Anna On 02.08.2013 @ 6:27 pm


I wish I could think like my mother. She thinks and analyzes and makes connections. Ones I never could imagine in my maddest thoughts. Thinking has never been my strong place. I simply do without the thinking.

» Posted By Anna On 02.05.2013 @ 3:32 pm


Separates the soul from the heart.

» Posted By Anna On 02.03.2013 @ 1:36 pm

Pictures plastered of a past that once was mine. Who is that girl? Who is that man? I’ve seen them before. I see her everyday in the mirror. But is it me? No, it can’t be.

» Posted By anna On 02.03.2013 @ 1:32 pm


A person’s features do not make them what they are. A person’s features make them what we see them.

» Posted By Anna On 01.31.2013 @ 7:56 pm

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