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Just like fractions. Well, at first I thought that it was fractions. Anyways, I don’t know what they want me to write about this word.. I once fractured my arm….. Like damaged it or just cracked a bone or something …. I guess that’s what it means.

» Posted By Brianna On 06.21.2012 @ 2:56 pm


I’m not even exactly sure what keen means but I believe it has something to do with being intelligent. I’m a keen mean ice cream eating machine. Make sense? Didn’t think so. WHATEVER. keeeeeenn.

» Posted By Brianna On 06.18.2012 @ 7:18 pm


Stable hands made sure that it was fine. The pot was ceramic and if he wasn’t mistaken, it belonged to his grandmother. He’d never used it before, not until today. Brewing the tea he kept his hands stable as he gently poured the warm liquid into each of their cups. If he was to impress him, the man his parents wanted him to court, he’d have to do better than the shoddy shit he’d made the day prior. He took a deep breath in and as the golden liquid dripped out in an orderly fashion into the teacup he smiled. Perfect. He’d have a good chance yet.

» Posted By Brianna On 06.17.2012 @ 2:16 am


everything that I know of at this point is a hassle. it was a hassle to get a job and now thats not a hassle, getting there is. how irritating. now waiting to be paid is a hassle. life : over. oh wait I’m not don’t lol. okay maybebebebeb

» Posted By brianna On 05.31.2012 @ 7:07 pm


I was once a reporter. It was a long time ago, but I changed professions due to problems at work. You see, I worked for the Sunday Journal and my editor wanted me to do a piece on spaceships and giant cookies. That was where I had to draw the line.

» Posted By Brianna On 05.30.2012 @ 11:36 am


It was dark, light illuminating out of the windows. Easy pickings, really. All we had to do was climb in through the window and take what we pleased. I guess the only downside was that the argument climbed and esculated and I…I…didn’t handle it well. Good thing it wasn’t my lodge. Good. Because then I could walk away, blood covering my person, and leave the pathetic bastards to rot with what they thought was theirs as my own.

» Posted By Brianna On 05.23.2012 @ 11:54 pm


It stared, unblinking back at me. I had one chance to do this right, one bloody chance and it brought nothing but fear into my heart. My hands were poised to write but nothing came to me. It was blank. Empty. I gulped and pressed them closer.

The screen continued to blink in the dark, taunting me.

» Posted By Brianna On 05.23.2012 @ 4:39 am


It didn’t take too long, to find what we needed. A teddy bear or two, a blanket and a basket. All in all, successful. And now? Now all we needed was the perfect spot. Upon a hill, under a tree, beside a river blue. Perfect again. We laughed, you and I. Our quests always did end like this.

» Posted By Brianna On 05.21.2012 @ 11:13 pm

I’m on a quest for a grand sword. I will travel to the corners of the earth for this sword. This sword shall make the world a better place. Once I shove it through the chest of that beast, darkness will be gone.

» Posted By Brianna On 05.21.2012 @ 3:47 pm


I looked at the pile of papers with dread. So much work. If I don’t do it I might be fired. But if I do it I’ll lose sleep. Will I ever win?

» Posted By Brianna On 05.19.2012 @ 7:19 pm


We take life for granted these days. In the primitive era, you couldn’t even own a house. Heck, houses were nonexistent. You had to live just like every other animal in the world. We weren’t even at the top of the food chain!

» Posted By Brianna On 05.10.2012 @ 5:19 pm


You have been nominated the worst cook ever. You can even burn noodles. Congratulations, I’m never eating at your restaurant in the future. Cook better, then we’ll talk.

» Posted By Brianna On 05.05.2012 @ 3:51 pm



» Posted By Brianna On 04.30.2012 @ 5:29 pm

the hallowed bathroom

» Posted By Brianna On 04.30.2012 @ 5:26 pm


If you were willful, you wouldn’t have done what they told you to do. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. You killed that man for your own safety and you know it. You could’ve told me.

» Posted By Brianna On 04.05.2012 @ 5:18 pm


I blushed and smiled. He held the door open, smiled, and we talked. It was simple. We were perfectly unperfect in our awkward manners and constant smiles. Smiles Smiles Smiles. It was charming.

» Posted By Brianna On 03.31.2012 @ 12:28 pm


My mom is the staple ingredient in our family. Without her my sister and I would be floating around in nothingness and sadness. There would be no college for me and no home for my sister. She is amazing.

» Posted By Brianna On 03.17.2012 @ 1:27 pm


Everybody remembers where he or she grew up. I remember my town being one of the blandest places I’ve ever seen. No circuses, no scandals, no nothing. That’s why, in the summer of 2001, I was bewildered to meet a girl named Carla Rae. No matter how old I get, I can never forget the effect she had on me. I can remember her speech, her mannerisms, even the first food she ate when she came to my town, but I can’t remember what her eyes looked like.

» Posted By Brianna On 03.04.2012 @ 8:54 pm


When I weave words together, I make a sentence. When I weave sentences together, I create a paragraph. When I weave paragraphs together, I make a story. When I weave stories together, I make history.

» Posted By Brianna On 03.02.2012 @ 5:32 pm


One day, I will go into space. I will orbit the earth, laugh at the amazement of it, float in my rocket cubicle, discover things beyond the world, enjoy it all. One day.

» Posted By Brianna On 02.06.2012 @ 5:41 pm


“Aye, uh, Chief, this is top information. Dontcha think we oughtta use the cone of silence?…
And loving it.”

» Posted By Brianna On 02.03.2012 @ 9:43 pm


What is function? Do I function well? I feel not of late. I wish that I were functioning as I should. Is it my function that my Lord is evaluating, or something else? Should I compare my function to others? I will not worry so much about functioning well as following well.

» Posted By Brianna On 01.30.2012 @ 9:44 pm


No. Not again. I miss the city. I want to stay home in New York City with my Dad in our little apartment, walk the busy streets with my friends from school. Instead, I will be stuck in a cabin with my crazy aunt for two months in the middle of nowhere-South Dakota. Some summer.

» Posted By Brianna On 01.27.2012 @ 4:02 pm


It’s the perfect picture we ladies all dream of. The cute cottage, the green lawn with our children playing outside on it in the sunshine. All surrounded by -yes- a white picket fence.

» Posted By Brianna On 01.22.2012 @ 8:46 pm


I have wanted to do this forever. Fly. Finally, as I am getting hooked up in my gear and being reminded of certain landing tips, etc., I am getting ready to really do it. I put the glider on, start running with the wind in my ears, I’m off! I soar, watching everything shrink below me. My family waves from the ground and I am free!

» Posted By Brianna On 01.17.2012 @ 5:26 pm


They’re crummy, They crackle. They’re salty. So good and so bad for you. Most of all, they’re crispy. Try our new Pop Crisps! Only ten cents for a FULL bag of chips!

» Posted By Brianna On 01.13.2012 @ 4:38 pm


Water and oil are like the sun and the moon. They can never be together, not for long. It’s a sad idea, and interesting concept. It’s a fact we all know about. It’s strange.

» Posted By Brianna On 01.07.2012 @ 2:02 pm


Cheaper by the Dozen. Never read the book. Then again, there are plenty of books I never get around to reading. They are started and stacked up on shelves in random orders. Cheaper by the Dozen would just end up there too.

» Posted By Brianna On 01.06.2012 @ 11:41 am


her heart was like a stone, difficult to change-more like a rock. But a man came and set to work. Patiently he carved, creating something beautiful. This man is JEsus and He is the only one who can change a heart of stone.

» Posted By Brianna On 12.27.2011 @ 7:19 am


the man was deaf and he walked down the road looking for something to eat. He stopped at a hot dog stand. The man behind the stand asked, “do you want the works?” Motioning, the deaf man tried to make the hot dog man understand. He wanted onions, ketchup, mustard, and a bun. That was it. When he was done, he walked away with a hot dog.

» Posted By Brianna On 12.26.2011 @ 10:37 am

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