Entries By Anya

Displaying 1 To 30 Of 88 Entries

lining

Sometimes there are silver linings in life. We expect certain things to go a certain way but they don’t always. But occasionally something good will come out of that, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. It’s important that we always see the bright side, because what kind of life would we be living if we never saw the silver linings?

Posted By Anya On 08.08.2014 @ 8:50 pm

fisherman

The life of a fisherman is a hard one, sitting on my small boat as I paddle out into the middle of the lake, waiting for hours just for one fish. A fish that sometimes is not a fish. A fisherman’s temper and patience needs to be in check, a fisherman cannot explode when losing a fish as it will sc

Posted By Anya On 07.06.2014 @ 6:55 am

witnessed

And it was that one moment in time that it all came together. The realization of what it really was…. what it meant. I had witnessed it long ago, a feeling i had felt before. But now the memories swoop through me and leave me bent. I never knew i could love again.

Posted By Anya On 03.06.2014 @ 7:27 am

crossfire

Bullets whizzed. The girl sat in the corner. Hunched, balled into herself, concieling her thoughts from the mass of noise and blood. There was blood on her hands. Her blood? His blood? The blood of the man with the gun who’d been shot so mercilessly.

Posted By Anya On 12.29.2013 @ 7:20 pm

toaster

It was the toaster that brought me back to that night. The same one that killed him 3 years ago. I couldn’t get rid of it. It was the killer, the only thing I had left of him. The flashback, the way his body just limped there, the grey steel of the toaster reflecting in the light of the bathtub.

Posted By Anya On 11.14.2013 @ 11:44 am

rewrite

I rewrite these passages over and over, trying to find the right thing to say. But what if theres nothing left i can say? What if we reached the epitome of our love? The end. Could it be? I sit here and think the world away. It is only you who makes me feel this way.

Posted By Anya On 10.09.2013 @ 6:03 pm

stealth

He crept into the rose garden, his heavy black bag bumping against his thigh. The fence, high black and cold, was now behind him.

Posted By Anya On 07.19.2013 @ 8:01 am

gamer

The casino was extremely noisy. Joe did not feel at all at home there, and shuffled awkwardly to a wall, trying to ignore the cheers and yells and denying any drinks offered to him.

Posted By Anya On 07.15.2013 @ 2:03 pm

deft

The time rift opened up, millions of floating white creatures spilling from it. Ghosts of another world, Meg thought, strangely calm despite what was happening. The creatures, the spirits, were making a terrible, mangled sound.

Posted By Anya On 07.13.2013 @ 10:01 pm

submerged

I felt submerged in my fears and desires. There was no escape. I ran and hid, and yet there they were, daunting at me. Laughing at me, at my inability to overcome.

Posted By Anya On 07.12.2013 @ 7:20 pm

dissolve

He watched as the powder dissolved into the water, and waited for the bubbles to dissapate so he could finally get rid of this headache. Sally had been on him all week, and he was reaching his end point.

Posted By Anya On 05.01.2013 @ 8:09 pm

ensue

what does ensure mean? I dont really know , i cant ensure i wont hurt you or help you i just what to feel safe dont you? well then leave because i can, ensure you im not safe…

Posted By Anya On 04.30.2013 @ 7:28 pm

wheat

She hated waking up at 4 in the morning to harvest the wheat. She hated having to wear overalls and her hair up in a ponytail. She hated living on the farm with her uncle and her cousins. She just wanted to go home.

Posted By Anya On 03.29.2013 @ 6:27 pm

fatigue

I was tired. My heart was racing. I was too exhausted to even think. I could feel my pulse beating against my neck, and the sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. I couldn’t think of anything else put the searing pain in my stomach.

Posted By Anya On 02.16.2013 @ 12:20 pm

end

the world didnt end in december 2012 as the Mayans predicted and i am very relived about that because i am only young and dying in 2012 would mean that i would have spent my whole life (bar 3 years of being an infant) in education. that would be a waste of life.

Posted By Anya On 01.13.2013 @ 3:40 pm

themselves

The sky is falling on the outer regions of Kentucky. They yelled all kinds of violence and insanity. They have to take themselves away, before it hits.

Posted By anya On 11.09.2012 @ 7:18 am

society

Society has dictated the way the majority of people live their lives. They set certain rules and boundaries for themselves and others that make their true self become incognito, and eventually disappear. Imagine if these “trends” and “courteous manners” never influenced you, never directed your way of being. How would you really be?

Posted By Anya On 02.12.2013 @ 2:28 pm

combine

I combine the words with my painted fingers and my mind. They seep out of me and into the keyboard, they form themselves into organized squiggles from the dark mass that pools in my mind.

Posted By anya On 10.02.2012 @ 12:03 pm

We are like fire and ice. Not that cheesy way, not simply opposites. When combined, we become death, we are the end. We are nothing, can you imagine that? We become the absence of light, the absence of dark.

Posted By anya On 10.02.2012 @ 12:00 pm

vote

What does it matter? But now I know, it does. This effects my country, the place I live in. What have we given to this country? We payed taxes, we donated, we live just like every other citizen. But we can’t vote. We can’t vote for what we think is right, we have to say in our future. I’ve lived here my whole life, what else can you ask of me?

Posted By anya On 10.01.2012 @ 11:05 am

hundred

man army marching towards a castle in the rain, hopeless, but forced to continue, thinking of home and warmth and fires but stuck in the cold, rainy muddy marshes of the south.

When will this war end, the line running through everyones minds, every second of every day.

When will this war end?

Posted By anya On 09.29.2012 @ 10:15 am

side

He was in the side street, overlooking a painting when I saw him years later. He look good. Age had done him wonders. He was a grown man now, I imagined a ring encrusting its place on his finger. Longingly I looked at him and saw the young boy I had first fallen in love with. Bringing back those bitter sweet memories of the man I loved and lost.

Posted By Anya On 08.24.2012 @ 5:54 pm

key

a key, a man with a key is a king. i remember those phrase from sherlock bbc. i think thats true. but what it is the key? i think is a brain. your key is your brain.

Posted By anya On 08.04.2012 @ 11:45 am

secret

i remember her lips. her tiny lips. she smile at me and i can’t say anything. i just want to kiss here, feel her lips, feel her, feel she love me. i was seven and that was my biggest secret.

Posted By anya On 08.04.2012 @ 4:06 am

harness

Secure and safe. Stable, unmoved. Tradition and 40 hour weeks. Nothing that interests me I want movement and freedom and love.

Posted By Anya On 07.02.2012 @ 2:37 pm

emptying

nothing has ever done. everything just become very empty since you had nothing to do. you can always waiting to be filled with something, somehow it was wrong. but one day when you reach it, u can always be grateful. so go let it go your emptiness, and stop emptying.

Posted By anya On 06.05.2012 @ 6:19 am

transform

It is crazy how much you can want something. To yearn, to believe, to feel it in your grasp, but only for a mili-second. Because then that idea of what’s perfect, what you want what you say you NEED, it changes, transforms and cloaks itself into the whimsical form of whatever your acquisitive mind now thinks is most precious.

Posted By Anya On 05.27.2012 @ 7:21 pm

become happen change emerge beautiful robots love help begin renew start over rewind kick butt metamorphosis reveal birth

Posted By Anya On 05.27.2012 @ 5:06 pm

pile

The pile of sand beside me shifted. I looked over curiously, then started back as two blue eyes stared out at me from the depths. A giggle emanated from the center. Sand rolled down the mountain as the boy inside grinned.

Posted By Anya On 05.20.2012 @ 9:34 am

romance

Romance and love comes hand in hand with pain and suffering. You cannot feel one without the other. It tears you apart while keeping you together. It shows you the brightest light and the darkest hour. You feel euphoria, you feel deterioration. You feel sane, you feel insane. It builds you up and crushes you down. Love … There is nothing so bitter sweet.

Posted By Anya On 05.16.2012 @ 9:57 pm

 Page 1 of 3  1  2  3  »