Comments Posted By Brianna

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return

To return the gift I gave you personally is a real stab in the leg. Why would you get rid of something I spent hours and hours to make? Does it hurt to be a little thankful?

» Posted By Brianna On 12.06.2011 @ 6:09 pm

anywhere

If I could go anywhere, I’d go to Jellyland. I’d eat all the jelly I want and sleep on a bed of jello. The citizens would be jellyfish.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.30.2011 @ 5:48 pm

dim

The light was dim. I couldn’t see the man in front of me. I tried to move but was tied to a chair. I tried to speak, but a gag was over my mouth. “So you woke up.” He smirked. “Then I would like some answers. Answer them wisely, please.”

» Posted By Brianna On 11.28.2011 @ 4:16 pm

marble

The marble rolled around and around. I watched with mild interest. I picked it up and looked inside it. A swirl of fiery orange. Then I tossed it into the sky and watched the little orange orb disappear.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.27.2011 @ 6:15 pm

stunning

The ring was stunning. It shined like the sun. It was cold to the touch. And there was a small but beautiful ruby in it. Inside was engraved, ‘I love you forever”

» Posted By Brianna On 11.23.2011 @ 8:00 pm

laughter

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAHAHHAhAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH ladygaga

» Posted By Brianna On 11.21.2011 @ 6:07 pm

flare

The man snapped his fingers and a flame appeared between them. He blew at his finger tips and the fire roared toward the audience.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.19.2011 @ 9:49 pm

solitaire

It was a lonely night. In the lonely apartment. Me sitting in front of the computer. Apparently the internet wasn’t working…again. I was just playing a game of solitaire. Is this game supposed to be impossible?

» Posted By Brianna On 11.17.2011 @ 4:51 pm

hearts

Our hearts beat as one. Take us apart, and we will break. But no one can separate us, not truly. They can spit at us, hurt us, kill us, but no matter what, I will be here. Right here in your heart.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.16.2011 @ 3:57 pm

left

What is left of me? I can feel nothing. No one can see me. No one can hear me. I have forgotten what happened earlier…what happened? I look down at my hands and don’t see them. Then, suddenly, a brilliant light appeared. I looked at the light to see a holy man appear before me. “Come with me, child. You will be safe now.” He smiled with the purest smile.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.15.2011 @ 4:56 pm

orchestra

Hundreds flooded into the theater. They were chattering about how great their children or friends were at playing this or that. Then, as they got to their seats, the musician gave the signal for them to be quiet. The trombones began to play and as the song filled the room, no one spoke a word. Everyone just watched in awe at this magical moment.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.14.2011 @ 7:08 pm

abstract

A young girl sat on the swing silently. She looked at her feet, not moving. Every once in a while she would glance at the other children as they played. A pain went through her chest and her tears that she was holding onto so tightly finally fell.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.13.2011 @ 7:36 pm

icicle

A little girl was walking around on a snowy day. She looked back at her footprints in the snow and smiled. She came up to a tree whose branches glistened with icicles. She broke one off and breathed on it. It was frozen solid, nothing would melt it. She then let it drop to the ground as a snowflake hit her nose lightly, making her shiver at the cold.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.12.2011 @ 2:45 pm

beginning

The beginning of my story starts in the small town of Kentle. That was where I grew up. I didn’t know having a family of werewolves was strange. Why, I thought I was a werewolf for a while. Then one day, I met Kita.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.11.2011 @ 5:38 pm

prints

Let’s talk about prints. Beginning with hand prints, the very things that make every individual completely different. Moving on too animal prints something that has begun to sweep the fashion industry most with the most famous of all zebra strips. Coming up next is the prints that come out of my beloved digital camera that captures all the exciting, dull, lingering moments that I never want to forget. Those prints are the prints I love the most.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.09.2011 @ 6:49 pm

Animal prints have become extremely popular over the past few months. Everywhere you go it seems as if someone is wearing an article of clothing with zebra or leopard print on it. There are so many purses, shoes and accessories with all these different prints on them.

» Posted By brianna On 11.09.2011 @ 2:07 pm

alarmist

I don’t even know what an alarmist is. But I’ll go off my knowledge of alarms. Whys is it that I never seem to hear my alarm in the morning. It’s suddenly 6:45 and I shouldve been up 20 minutes ago. How?

» Posted By Brianna On 11.06.2011 @ 8:31 pm

downpour

I slowly raise my head to the rain
The droplets seem to know my pain
My heart aches
The thunder clashes
The lightning strikes
Such a beautiful night…
So why am I crying?

» Posted By Brianna On 11.05.2011 @ 10:35 am

There was a terrible downpour on afternoon. Sally sadly looked out the window, she was looking forward to her mother taking her to the neighborhood pool that day. Sally was having a lonely summer, with the loss of her best friend, and the downpour that day was not making it any better for her. She was going to see the boy she had admired all year long in class that day at the pool, but now it will just have to wait. As she sat by the window and thought of everything that was going wrong for her that month, the downpour seemed to get worse, just like her own life she thought. 8 year olds are supposed to have fun during their summer break, but Sally will be the girl returning to school with no fun stories to tell to her new 4th grade class.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.05.2011 @ 1:08 am

combination

Bacon, lettuce, cheese, and tomatoes, please. What? No bacon? What kind of a breakfast hour is this?! That’s like a dog without a bone…a candy without a wrapper. No bacon…you people make me sick!

» Posted By Brianna On 11.03.2011 @ 6:40 pm

epiphany

Little Dillan looked out the window down at his friend Mary. It was in the middle of the night and his parents were awake. If he tried to sneak out through the door, he’d be caught. Then, he had an epiphany! He tied curtains, blankets, anything together to make a long rope to ground level. “They won’t ever know!” He smiled mischievously.

» Posted By Brianna On 11.01.2011 @ 3:50 pm

passionate

I am passionate about a sea of things. Ranging from writing random things like this or just prancing around the house feeling free. Passion I believe steams from the soul within and comes out in the most indearing outlandish times. It plays a role in who a person is and essentially the basics of understanding that person on a personal level.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.31.2011 @ 7:26 pm

She looked at the fruit in her hand. ‘I can’t take this’, she thought. ‘I can’t steal this fruit. If I do, I’ll be poisoned.’ But the passion fruit kept tempting her until, finally, she took the bite.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.31.2011 @ 4:46 pm

sacrifice

She looked up at the sky. This was the time. She looked down at the beads in her hands and down at the ground below. Then she raised her hand over the ridge of the building. “Good bye, Luke…” She whispered, her eyes glowing with hatred for the name. Then the beads fell from her hand to the ground.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.29.2011 @ 7:55 pm

artistry

The artist focused on only the painting. Only he and his easel existed at that moment. One distraction, one look away would destroy everything. So he would never stop the paintbrush’s journey, no matter what.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.26.2011 @ 4:54 pm

shepherd

The young shepherd boy smiled at the fluffy clouds in his pasture. They were chowing down on the grass lazily. He thought of them as his friends sometimes. Suddenly, something distracted him from the sheep. A grey cloud among the white ones–and it had sharp teeth and a hunger for their blood.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.25.2011 @ 4:19 pm

awakening

It was a beautiful day. For most. One lady sat by the bed of her son, wishing for him to wake up. He had gotten in a car crash and had yet to wake up. She cried again. She had been crying a lot lately.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.23.2011 @ 5:13 pm

comfort

My one source of comfort is music. The beautiful sounds and vocals make my heart glow. I wish I could play music constantly without anyone telling me not to.

» Posted By Brianna On 10.22.2011 @ 4:42 pm

radical

The radical part about the sun is the fact that it rises and sets. What a phenomenon. Who could believe that it is not the sun moving, but the Earth rotating in a slow circle around it’s axis?

» Posted By Brianna On 10.21.2011 @ 4:48 pm

relate

People are always judging the homeless. But have they ever lost a home? No. Have they lost everything they owned? No. So how can they point and laugh and make their lives worse? How can they relate to that pain?

» Posted By Brianna On 10.20.2011 @ 3:33 pm

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