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blasted

BLASTED THE FORM RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY. balsted the gun away from the bullet. blasted the rocket. blasted his emotions to the wall to create a masterpiece of emotion. blasted the music. blasted the test out of the water. focused on blasting what happened. a

» Posted By Emma On 03.14.2013 @ 6:43 pm

director

Who’s the directer of my life? Is it my feelings, my mind og my surrondings. If there is

» Posted By Emma On 03.12.2013 @ 4:22 pm

signals

“you’re giving me mixed singles here.”

a slow smile.

a blip against a radar a shot a mile wide loud enough to hear on the the other side.

your mouth on my mouth and the taste of blood.

» Posted By Emma On 03.06.2013 @ 7:22 pm

flames

the flames consumed the coal as the family sat around the fire. ‘What’ the boy said to his mother, ‘what’s wrong’. The mothers face reflected the light from the flames.

» Posted By Emma On 03.06.2013 @ 9:22 am

instill

instill-still in. still in this place. never changing. in still minds there will be disruption, carnage, chaos.

» Posted By Emma On 03.03.2013 @ 5:56 am

leathery

its weathered- been through a lot. It has character, story. Hidden experiences lie beneath is material surface. It contradicts itself, its purpose sometimes to transcend superficiality with the sense of beauty held in its age.

» Posted By emma On 02.21.2013 @ 8:34 pm

weathered

She was weathered at the end of a long day. Her life was a series of long days that turned into short nights. Little her time, a lot of everyone elses’. She wished she could get out, but she couldn’t fight her path. Her goals. She would be there a while. But it came down to her, her drained nature and her dread for the next day. Her bed always beaconed her, but it also haunted her. It was alone, and so was she.

» Posted By Emma On 02.20.2013 @ 2:48 pm

grasped

My fingers burned with a passion as I grasped the rough rope. My helmet swayed to one side of my head as I repelled over the side of the 100-foot cliff. Excitement and extreme fear set in as my eyes bulged at the gorgeous, deep valley beneath me. “This is AMAZING!” I scream down to my friends several dozen feet below me.

» Posted By Emma On 02.20.2013 @ 8:13 am

fatigue

I was very tired last night. I stayed up to talk to you. UNfortunetly the night before I fell asleep on you and I’m sorry, but I hope we can make this work. You make me happy. Fatigue is worth it my dear

» Posted By Emma On 02.17.2013 @ 7:55 pm

She was tired. She was done. Spending so much time enumerating to her stubborn husband why she felt this way. She was tired. She was done. She felt such unbearable fatigue.

» Posted By emma On 02.16.2013 @ 3:44 pm

murder

I had always planned to be the kind of person that murders at least one. I always thought I’d get away with it too. But things don’t always go the way you planned. For me, it was not about money, it was not about ambition, or even love. It was about truth.

» Posted By Emma On 02.03.2013 @ 3:36 am

“this,” she said, “isn’t what I asked for.”

the body was already starting to smell but the heart looked pretty in her hands, curved nails. pink. cute.

“happy valentines day,” i said.

» Posted By Emma On 02.02.2013 @ 6:18 pm

“It was!” The girl screams at me, voice wavering slightly. I assume the only thing holding her together was determination. “My sister wouldn’t just- just off herself like that.” I sigh deeply, deciding it was late, began ushering her out of my office. As I opened the door, the silver plaque on my door reading ‘Detective Jack Sterling’ glinted in the light of the evening. “The gun was in her hand, the room locked. Believe me we know the difference.” Elle, I think that was her name, looked around frantically, trying to form words that wouldn’t come.
“Look.” I say, brushing the fatigue from my eyes. “I’ll look over the files again, and if anything sticks out, you’ll be the first to know.” She knows I’m lying. She knows as soon as I’ve said it, and as soon as she knows the look in her eyes kills me.
The wooden door creaks as it follows her out, gentle tones mixed with the ragged sigh of the young detective.

» Posted By Emma On 02.02.2013 @ 1:22 pm

swell

big it is getting better, to swell is to get large, people use it to indicate that something is good. Swelling is not good it means something is wrong, that your bady is trying to defend itself, its wrong there is something wrong with your body an isect or something hurt you.

» Posted By emma On 01.31.2013 @ 10:34 am

It was a swell day, a fine day, just swell. But not the kind of getting bigger swell, the just right, just how it is kind. Never changing always the same, good old’fashioned swellness. Sunshine, swell

» Posted By Emma On 01.31.2013 @ 6:22 am

baby

My heart lept up my throat as I heard a thunderous voice rattle the heavens above my family’s tents. “Hark! Today, a baby has been born to you! And He is Christ! The Lord!” My knees went weak and I collapsed onto the ground along with my brothers who were beside me. I peaked through my fingers and saw a sky full of angels, magnificent, beautiful, and insanely strong. The blood that had just previously run cold, ran warm and refreshing. I stood up. “Get up!” I yelled, “Our Saviour is HERE!”

» Posted By Emma On 01.30.2013 @ 9:55 am

speak

I winced. Spit flew into my face. “YOU LITTLE- IT’S ONE THING, ONE SIMPLE THING!” The grinding jaws of my PE teacher is the only thing in my sight, purely because they opened wide enough to fit a dog in there. I make no effort to apologize, half of the reason knowing it would be dismissed if I tried, the other half the only thing I was sorry for was myself, having to go through this.
Mind you, it would just be the same next week. I could never regret getting out of PE by ‘forgetting’ my kit.

» Posted By Emma On 01.27.2013 @ 1:45 am

ahead

Footsteps came from all around, but there was only one figure ahead of me. Their hair was long, yet their stature was male. A voice called out, I think it was mine. “Excuse me?” A scream called out, definitely not my own.
Three long strides brought me towards the sound, brought me to be kneeling beside the collapsed man. I felt the blood on my hand as I touched his side. It quickly surrounded us. The footsteps faded out.

» Posted By Emma On 01.26.2013 @ 3:09 am

responsibility

A small snoring came from her cradle. Not loud, faint, barely audible, but there nonetheless. The boy in the corner of the room, no higher than the cot, totted over to the breathing. His heels lifted from the floor and he rested his head on the wooden frame. “Hello sister.” He whispered to the child, being careful not to wake her. He curled his fingers around her smaller ones. “I’m going to be the best big brother anyone will ever have.”

» Posted By Emma On 01.25.2013 @ 7:22 am

musical

The stage was set. My debut performance, and I was sweating bullets. My co-star gave me a small smile before going into full-out performance mode, voice resonating off the theatre as he sings about his love for the princess. How does he do it? Striding on stage with such vigor it made my head spin. My queue comes, and I step into the spotlight, nerves unseen under make up and costume.

» Posted By Emma On 01.24.2013 @ 10:35 am

real

“I am real.” I squeal, as my vision turns to white. The boy standing above me, what was his name? Mark? Matt? I don’t remember. He stares through me sadly, choosing to observe the gnarled chair behind me than my salty eyes. My eyes become unfocused. The boy’s silhouette is burnt into my retinas by the blinding light behind him. I think his mouth is moving, but I can’t hear him.
I hear a bell though. It rings loud and clear. My ears can’t pinpoint the sound. My eyes fail completely. The ringing surrounds me. The ringing comes from me.

» Posted By Emma On 01.23.2013 @ 8:10 am

“I am real.” I squeal, as my vision turns to white. The boy standing above me, what was his name? Mark? Matt? I don’t remember. He stares through me sadly, choosing to observe the gnarled chair behind me than my salty eyes. My eyes become unfocused. The boy’s silhouette is burnt into my retinas by the blinding light behind him. I think his mouth is moving, but I can’t hear him.
I hear a bell though. It rings loud and clear. My ears can’t pinpoint the sound. My eyes fail completely. The ringing surrounds me. The ringing comes from me.

» Posted By Emma On 01.22.2013 @ 12:56 pm

sound

what you hear when you listen. can be anything at all. another person, an inanimate object moved by gravity. can be inspirational and touching, like a bird song or the person you love breathing, or hearing their heartbeat. can be annoying. can be anything at all.

» Posted By Emma On 01.18.2013 @ 8:06 pm

choose

You can choose your life. You can choose your dreams. You can choose the one you love. But, you don’t always get the option to keep what you want. sometimes you choose something new; because that plan didn’t end up working out.

» Posted By Emma On 01.17.2013 @ 3:22 pm

speech

The way people used to speak sounded so romantic. The days of Shakespeare are definitely gone. The speech that consumes most people today is abbreviations that are destroying language. This is not a time to say wtf, omg and no time to lol.

» Posted By Emma On 01.15.2013 @ 2:07 am

master

Emma is the master of all that there is. She is the master of comebacks. She gets made fun of and she doesn’t care. She just says something stupid like “ok” and boom. She’s the master of comebacks.

» Posted By emma On 01.10.2013 @ 7:18 pm

soil

The soil beneath my fingers. Where did it come from? How many times has it lived and died throughout the history of this world? I see it. I feel it. It is now a part of who I am and where I’ve been. But not just me, others as well. The vastness of the scope of this soil. Oh the stories it could tell.

» Posted By Emma On 12.28.2012 @ 3:43 pm

fire

im burning oh my god. everything hurts, and is his fault. my skin is peeling and im seeing spots. everything is so hot and intensified i feel every lick of flame

» Posted By Emma On 12.25.2012 @ 2:13 pm

procedure

procedure like in a lab report. which reminds me of Than, which reminds me of Ryan which reminds me of Molly. You knew you would find a way back to it. The procedure of learning, because I must think of something else. It is arduous, but really you just wanted to use the word arduous.

» Posted By Emma On 12.24.2012 @ 7:51 pm

knows

“Who knows where Jacob is?” he looked down disapprovingly at the small crowd of school children.
No one spoke a word.
It was not that they didn’t know, it was that they knew all too well.
“Well? Anyone? Speak up, speak up!” he reiterated in his cowboy bass.
Not one person spoke.
But one little girl shyly pointed out the window.
And every head watched as poor little Jacob tumbled from the roof, down down, onto the unforgiving asphalt.

» Posted By Emma On 12.23.2012 @ 9:26 am

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