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Used up, expended all the energy. Life is spent. Time is spent. Money is spent. No spending is worse than not spending. The objective should be to spend everything, to have nothing left.

» Posted By Carol On 11.10.2012 @ 10:10 pm


They thought of thenselves as leafs that one time of the year are high in the trees and other time of the year are falling down

» Posted By carol On 11.08.2012 @ 4:51 pm

People are amazing things just by themselves,
each have their own emoticons,
their own feelings,
their own world,
their own life.
Beautiful things can happen just by themselves,
and when people find another person to share their life with,
their world grows a little bigger,
and they learn to share ideas, dreams, and their love with someone else.

» Posted By Carol On 11.08.2012 @ 1:05 pm


Would he bury her?
Would he push her deep into the ground, far from his touch and his torturous love?
She sat there in the damp dirt, twisting handfuls of dead grass. He leaned against the thick oak tree trunk, silent. The hole was cut out and wet from the rain. He coughed and stood up, glancing back for the briefest of moments before walking away.

» Posted By Carol On 10.15.2012 @ 10:39 pm


i was young im looking for someone that complete me, understand how i think and see what i see. I think that someday i will find that.

» Posted By carol On 10.13.2012 @ 9:21 pm


It was quite the scene. Blood, guts, hair, and a heart. A single red heart, still beating listlessly on the stained concrete. She walked over, dark hair drenched in various liquids, and picked it up. It pulsed faintly in her hand. Destroyed, useless, she clenched her hand in sudden fury and crushed the last living organ on the boat. The waves sprayed against her face, leaving a salty and bitter taste in her mouth as she tossed it out to sea.

» Posted By Carol On 10.05.2012 @ 8:28 pm


I am so tired of everybody, I am sick of these walls that my parents built to keep me safe. I am sick of this hedge maze, this carved path. I do not want to see disapproving stone faces when I climb the over-sized rose bush, I cannot live this predetermined life. I am going to climb, high and higher until the drop might kill me altogether.

» Posted By Carol On 10.04.2012 @ 9:52 pm


He was silent as he smashed the tube on the edge of the burnt oak desk. She sat in the corner, mumbling quietly to herself as her blood was sucked into the musty plastic bag. He calmly marched over to the large mixing vat and tossed the bloody shards of glass into the green liquid, combining their genes in an explosive fusion of talent.

» Posted By Carol On 10.02.2012 @ 8:56 pm


The road stretched on and on, without any sign of civilization or life. The warriors stomped on in round rubber boots, grumbling and choking on harsh black liquid. They sun beat down heavily and reflected off their metal plates. And then there, a small road hexagon, recognizable as nothing but a sign of hope.

» Posted By Carol On 10.01.2012 @ 9:31 pm


She couldn’t stand up, not even after everything that had happened. Her voice was caught deep in her bowels, gurgling as her friends stood with their heads held high. Stones caught them in the eyes, the nose, the ruby lips. They fell around her in chaos, and she could feel the approving feel of her parent’s gaze as she stayed in her seat. The president looked directly through her and she felt her heart turn to ice; she could not live on, she would stand. The stone caught her sharp in the side of her head, and her body fell into the water. Floating slowly downstream, she let the acid melt her body away; she had cast her vote.

» Posted By Carol On 09.30.2012 @ 6:10 pm


And there was something so dreadful, so mysteriously fearful in her eyes as she took his hand firmly. He was an irresistible, blood-soaked fox with long roan fur. She was a baby fawn, lips soft and tongue pink as she was forcibly drawn towards him. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth. Her tail twitched, her spots ruffled. Pulling her head up with proud horns, she turned and cantered into the forest.

» Posted By Carol On 09.29.2012 @ 12:20 pm


And her hopes were dashed into the dust the second her eyes flitted over the crowd. There were a hundred protesters, maybe more, maybe less. This wasn’t enough, this would never be enough. She squinted at the flags rising over the red horizon and felt her heart sink deep into her bowels. They had lost the war, and they would lose their lives.

» Posted By Carol On 09.28.2012 @ 2:34 pm


“There are more important affairs for you to deal with!” His voice was loud and harsh, resonating throughout the white walls of the asylum. The orphan shrunk away, yellow nails retracting into the blank robe.
“I’d like to take care of her. Do you have a policy that forbids me from adopting this child?” The woman’s voice was soft, but firm. The young girl stared up at her with empty eyes. The man stormed into his office, cursing under his breath. He emerged a moment later with a handful of papers.
“Fine. Don’t bring her back with a murder record.”

» Posted By Carol On 09.25.2012 @ 6:15 pm


And she was so angry, so frustrated that her heart had no room to be afraid. This man had taken everything and faded into the night, so abruptly that he might as well have evaporated on the spot. She didn’t care that his words were slurred, his breath harsh with the tint of sweet coconut rum. She didn’t care for the wooden bat gripped hard in his callused hands, she could only feel the rage course through her veins and the fear was pushed into the bottoms of her feet as she pounded towards his cursed figure.

» Posted By Carol On 09.23.2012 @ 10:05 pm


well i already wrote about this but I hadn’t signed in so I couldn’t submit it I don’t think. I used to work for a criminal defense lawyer so there was a lot of use of this word. Although, actually, we called them clients. We didn’t call them convicts. It’s not a very nice thing to call someone. unless they did something really bad to you then that’s ok you can call them whatever you want.

» Posted By Carol On 06.01.2012 @ 8:47 pm


Alibi..jones Heffmer, an accused murderer stated is alibi on telivisoin three years ago. It was for the case of my little sister. He looked the judge straight into the eye and told him he had nothing to do with it. That bastered.

» Posted By carol On 04.30.2012 @ 10:01 am

I think everyone has a side to their story. This is where you discover who’s two faced, who’s a liar, and what the truth really is. An alibi can prove you to be the worst of liars, or the best at telling a lie.

» Posted By carol On 04.30.2012 @ 10:01 am


Balloons are so festive to have at parties. They can be all kinds of colors and styles. I think they are used primarily at birthday parties but not always. Balloon arches are kind of dumb they used to be used at proms and even weddings. I think that is kind of tacky. A balloon bouquet would be nice to receive as a gift. They

» Posted By carol On 04.27.2012 @ 11:37 am


It seems like every winter my son gets really bad chapped lips! He is 14 years old and I would think that he would remember NOT to keep licking his lips, but he doesn’t. It looks terrible and it must be painful!

» Posted By carol On 04.24.2012 @ 6:02 pm


it was soft, quiet and ominous. she whispered to him softly, hoping that the vibrations within her throat would calm her rattling heart, but he heard it. he set back and stared in horror, and pressed his ear against her chest. please, she begged her heart, please be silent. but the rattle only grew louder, and he recoiled, opened his mouth to scream, and vanished.

» Posted By Carol On 04.13.2012 @ 5:10 pm


a name for a baby along with jade and esmeralda

» Posted By Carol On 04.06.2012 @ 6:39 pm


fire orange red danger forest leaves red head flames bright amazing action explore shoot

» Posted By Carol On 04.02.2012 @ 3:58 am


Sarah and Abby were going out to bruch to discuss their feelings for eachother. They knew it was wrong but it felt so right. What could they do? The held hands and kissed when they saw each other and knew it was meant to be.

» Posted By Carol On 03.08.2012 @ 6:58 pm


I lived in a town called kensington, it was great, small shops, lovely people. I used to walk around the same block every day. have a cigarette, watch the people walk by, move on. It will always be a part of me.

» Posted By Carol On 03.05.2012 @ 4:23 am


Weaving a piece of paper together. I don’t get what am I supposed to be doing here. What could I possibly write about weave? I do like this idea though, I just don’t get the point. Sixty seconds is longer than I thought. Looks like I’m done. Goodbye.

» Posted By Carol On 03.02.2012 @ 8:18 pm


a blast of flavor in your mouth when you eat sweet pineapple, or David’s spaghetti sauce!

» Posted By carol On 02.24.2012 @ 2:53 pm


Well I already did this, but a new beginning is like a tasty little treat, no?

» Posted By carol On 11.11.2011 @ 9:07 pm

I was beginning to think you meant nothing to me at all and then I realized that you truly do not so I’m a happy woman now.

» Posted By Carol On 11.11.2011 @ 9:04 pm


Cold comfort, she mumbled, as she closed the door that led outside from near love to the harsh reality waiting at the end of the drive home.

» Posted By Carol On 10.22.2011 @ 8:43 pm


one by one, the memories. small packets of chemicals smeared onto a blank square. pictures fading in, up and up until you can’t quite see the edges anymore. there’s a tower, it’s tipping, it’s too heavy, too filled with both good and bad. there’s been too much, too much to remember, too much to enjoy and too much to detest. your eyes grow wide as it topples down, hands stretched out to catch your precious stacks. but they’ve scattered, and now they’re everywhere, but they’re gone.

» Posted By Carol On 10.10.2011 @ 1:35 pm

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