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» Posted By Brianna On 10.22.2012 @ 7:54 am


i think of force. i think of power. i think of unstoppable movements. a creature running for its life. or a monster attacking

» Posted By Brianna On 10.20.2012 @ 12:37 pm


when I made an entrance I went to sit down in my chair but my friend pulled it and i fell on the floor.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.18.2012 @ 10:12 am

the entrance was so facinating steven fainted. I tried to help him but was so amazed I could’nt.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.18.2012 @ 8:22 am


i bury myself in my jealousy. My best friend doesn’t care about me. she stole my guy and made me feel like i want to die. i know i should support her but its hard when it feels like we are in court. I’m buried six feet deep and still digging.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.16.2012 @ 10:08 am

I bury things in my backyard. You know, for fun.Burying things in my backyard is one of my hobbies,you know.I simply love it!Don’t you?Wouldn’t it be fun?

» Posted By Brianna On 10.16.2012 @ 7:56 am

i bury into your arms. where no one can hurt me. or so i hope. it is hard to trust when you’ve come to a point like this. i want to bury the past too. but i cant let myself

» Posted By Brianna On 10.15.2012 @ 12:24 pm


i am constantly wondering to myself. is this the one that will make me soar? is this the one that will change the wrongs into rights? my dear baby sister, lost before i ever met you, pray that i meet you soon.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.14.2012 @ 1:08 pm

I glance down, i see them. shining brightly. i cant help myself. when your back is turned i steal 1. then 5. then i leave. crush, snort, wide open. i am infinite.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.14.2012 @ 1:05 pm

I see the gems in your hands. i pray they will take me someplace nice where the clouds are transparent and i wont feel pain. where ill feel invincible and perfect and maybe even alive

» Posted By Brianna On 10.14.2012 @ 1:04 pm


The words dont come easy. I cant see them clearly anymore. It seems like dashing spirits in a windstorm. Everything is out of my hands. gone.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.13.2012 @ 9:50 am


It was obvious. Almost as if there was a flashing neon sign covering her forehead, one which screamed : PLEASE YES ME!
Ken stared at his girlfriend, the one who was supposed to only have eyes for him, as she flashed another smile at the guy sitting a few tables over. The one, Ken noticed, only ever looked at him. He caught his eyes and, seeing him make a small gesture regarding his soon to be ex-girlfriend, snorted; which had the mystery man laughing. Which caused his girlfriend to squeal as she turned back to him.
“Babe, I’m going to go -”
“Course, love. Take your time.”
She ran off to the bathroom, and Ken paid their bill. He shook his head. Too many signals in a short amount of time. It was enough to make anyone dizzy.
(More so when mystery man decided to follow him. Now that, that was something nothing could warn him of)

» Posted By Brianna On 10.02.2012 @ 1:44 am


The small doe struggled to her feet and as her mother watched on, a soft cry of concern leaving the animals lips, the child watched them both with awe. This was amazing. This was life in motion. Although the child was barely four, they understood what life was in the simple action of a mother seeing her child age.
Another stumble to her feet, and a few tentative steps forward, and soon both mother and fawn were moving on.
The child got to their feet and giggled.
Life moved on.

» Posted By Brianna On 09.30.2012 @ 12:37 am


there are a hundred reasons that i miss you. i thought i had a hundred reasons to leave. looking back i can only see a hundred beautiful memories, a hundred smiles, a hundred kisses, and long for you a hundred times more every day.

» Posted By Brianna On 09.28.2012 @ 4:27 pm


So the sun was a bright blue, the water a light green; sky a shining purple while the moon shone turqouise. The little boy, all dressed in drag, looked up at the sky and hissed while his mother followed after him with a bucket of water and ice. No one knew why life was like this now. But, it was the before that didn’t matter. When it was normal.
Now was the odd, the changing, and – the way the sky seemed to shimmer when the pink clouds floated over. Before wasn’t now. And now, wasn’t normal.

» Posted By Brianna On 09.25.2012 @ 1:23 am


Seemingly, it seemed to go on forever. Watching from the back of the hall, his eyes seemed dull as the verdict came through. The trial had taken far too long and, as time dragged on, he felt his gut twist.
He wasn’t going to win it.
His brother, the little man he’d grown up with, was going to prison.
And as the judge glared at his cowering little (innocent, always innocent to him) brother, Damien’s gut dropped.

» Posted By Brianna On 09.22.2012 @ 4:15 am


About 11years ago, the twin towers fell. Four planes were taken over by terrorists and two were flown into the towers, effectively knocking them down. One was flown into the pentagon, the other was downed in a field. We remember the people who died on this tragic day with memorial services.

» Posted By Brianna On 09.12.2012 @ 6:43 am


Do you beleive in miracles? Not sure if i do. Well, i do but i think they all happen for a reason and its not just fate. I think god is the only one who can make a miracle. Hope is something that goes along with miracles. I dont really like the word miracle. For one thing the word sounds funny. But i also dont like think about them… So lets change the subject.

» Posted By Brianna On 09.03.2012 @ 8:27 pm


I am so dehydrated. it hurts so bad. Please help me. No, please come back

» Posted By Brianna On 08.31.2012 @ 8:43 pm


Looking outside her window, Lilly smiled softly and crept out the door. It was far too early, the sun still sleeping in the clouds and the birds still dreaming of the early worm, but Lilly didn’t care. Her parents slept upstairs and the little girl, clad in nothing but her nightdress, slipped out the door. Her home, a quaint little cottage tucked away in between rolling hills and ever-lasting fields, didn’t say a word as the red headed girl escaped from it. Dancing on the dew wet grass, Lilly looked to the starry sky and smiled. The spring mist had enveloped the fields around her, and for the single moment – she was the centre of the world, the little ginger girl in her nightdress as light as the mist itself.

» Posted By Brianna On 08.17.2012 @ 7:04 pm


I refuse to let you go. I know you maybe wanted me to because I hurt you. But I refuse to let you go. I need you. More than you need me I think. I need you because you keep me from the dark place and if I went to that dark place I would never come back.

» Posted By Brianna On 08.27.2012 @ 9:10 pm


Behind him, the escorts car disappeared in an explosion of smoke and fire. Wincing, she cocked her gun and rolled behind what she hoped to be a stable wall. She knew where she had to go, because they had been debriefed about it enough.
Their one order: Save them.
Harry shook her head and dove behind another car, looking back at her brother. Together, they’d save them. She was sure of it.
Swallowing back any fear that might’ve lingered in her chest, she took a deep breath and kicked the door down.
She’d save them.

» Posted By Brianna On 08.15.2012 @ 7:05 pm


He growled. Eyeing the other, tied up and whimpering, something snapped within him. Something desperate, something maddening, something that screamed his longing.
He wanted that, he wanted the other, he wanted them so badly he stalked towards the poor figure, all tied up with no where to go.
He couldn’t bring himself to care.
Couldn’t do it.
He wanted them.
Want. Want want want.
Like a chant in his mind, he wanted. And as he neared the trembling person, he smirked.
(And he got what he wanted.)

» Posted By Brianna On 08.14.2012 @ 5:52 pm


I hate losing. it’s like everything you’ve worked for is over in a second. Winning is good, losing is bad. Every type of losing is bad. Whether it’s in a sport or game or it’s losing a loved one because they have died. You can lose your favorite pair of earrings.. or losing your job. nothing is good about losses. nothing i tell you. nothing!

» Posted By brianna On 07.30.2012 @ 11:18 pm

i lost my grandpa three years ago. It was old age of 96 that brought him to his grave. He was one of my biggest role models, he was a farmer in the middle of nowhere in Minnesota. He worked hard to make his living and raised four kids all at the same time. That took dedication and persistance. I love you gramps and I miss you. :)

» Posted By BriAnna On 07.30.2012 @ 5:50 pm


Allen fuses over his hair. Snowy white strands, not translucent enough to see through, but just the right shade, just the right feel. He fuses over his scar and it’s red prominence, fuses over his too-bony fingers, his burnt, scared, shriveled arm and what it carries along with it. The memories he hates and mistrusts, his extreme dislike of looking in the mirror.

» Posted By Brianna On 07.23.2012 @ 2:48 pm


Lists of things to do and the making of your life to be something. A receptacle of what you think you should be like. And the “doing” makes you that thing. But then you are just a thing that does. What is life when you live it by some list?

» Posted By Brianna On 07.08.2012 @ 7:37 pm


It’s so funny how this works. I see you and the only thing that happens is I go crazy. I get butterflies and my mouth gets dry. What should I say? Do you like me too? Am i just imagining things? You touch the small of my back to let me know you’re there. It gives me chills.

» Posted By Brianna On 07.01.2012 @ 8:32 am


well i already wrote about this word once before but I hadn’t registered so here i am finding myself writing again. it’s 4 am and i shouldn’t be up doing this but hey internet is pretty distracting, right? i’m sure we’d all agree on that. anyway, when this minute is up i promise i’ll be going to bed. oh look it’s over.

» Posted By Brianna On 06.23.2012 @ 4:09 am

in one minute i think ill go take a bath. what is the basis for a minute anyway? who decided one day to come up with the idea of a minutre and what it would signify and how important it would become and how we would center our entire lives around it? who decided that it would mark our entire lives especially when we would? who decided that minutes were limited and that we would only get as many of them for as long as we could breathe?

» Posted By Brianna On 06.22.2012 @ 10:26 pm

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