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Something about being picked, being the one. I want to be that choice fruit you lift from the display, that perfect shirt that stands out on the rack, that left turn you make instead of right. Instead, I’m the bruised fruit at the back of the shelf, the ripped sweater hidden behind the scarves, the right turn that is shadowed, slightly less perfect than the left turn. I want to be chosen and I’m not.

» Posted By Emma On 04.09.2016 @ 3:52 pm


i sometimes feel like one
but then again, everybody does.
so, you know.

» Posted By Emma On 03.23.2016 @ 8:45 am


Welcome. WE use it everyday, everywhere, almost without thinking. Welcome to school, to Canada, to work; welcome home, welcome back, you’re welcome. You’re welcome – now that’s an interesting thought. You are well come. It’s good that you came to me for help. The meanings are very similar when you break them apart like that. You are well come.

The meaning and feeling of those words are something almost indescribable.

You are well come.

I didn’t realize when my last minute was up…and now I guess I have a few seconds left of another.

You are well come.

Think about it.

» Posted By Emma On 02.20.2016 @ 1:51 pm


craftsmanship is when your very good at craftinng something. People who have good craftmanship are builers and electriticans.

» Posted By emma On 01.21.2016 @ 10:38 am


I woke up this morning looking up into my bring lights. My eyes burned as I continuously blink my dad is yelling at me to get up. I get up and my visions blurry I can’t see anything but my light with my eyes closed. I get up and walk to my light switch because I hate the lights.

» Posted By Emma On 12.16.2015 @ 8:12 am


thanksgiving banquet
has come and gone
and my 80 plus year old grandparents
with their replaced hips and body parts
and probably left cleaning up
in their tasteful house in Westchester, New York
who’d have thought they would be here after living their lives in Queens?

» Posted By Emma On 11.28.2015 @ 10:57 am


I want to be a director
said me at age 14
which was different than me
at age 10 who didn’t know
that women could direct
because the image she knew of directors
was a man with a turtle neck
a slight man
with a thoughtful grimace
who shouted at damn actors

» Posted By Emma On 11.15.2015 @ 1:51 pm


an arch reminds me of like half circle or something along the lines of that

i went to the arch of something in Illinos or something like that i dont really remeber it and it was really cool but i dont rember much

» Posted By Emma On 11.04.2015 @ 6:25 pm

an arch reminds me of like half circle or something along the lines of that

» Posted By Emma On 11.04.2015 @ 6:24 pm


I have already wasted ten seconds thinking about writing about the word simple!!!!

» Posted By Emma On 10.29.2015 @ 9:05 am


The hours poured away. It was well past three in the morning when I finally leaned back in my seat, stretched my arms over my head and allowed myself to yawn. After days and days of preparing, I was ready for this test.

» Posted By Emma On 10.20.2015 @ 6:00 pm


The crowd roared in my ears as I lined up to take my final free throw. Normally during games I blocked out the noise of the crowd, but right now it felt like I could hear every voice.

» Posted By Emma On 10.13.2015 @ 4:58 pm


30 seconds, 29, 28. My eyes were frantically switching between the scoreboard and the game in front of me. We were winning, but only by one point, and if they scored now we would go into overtime, which was anyone’s game.

» Posted By Emma On 10.11.2015 @ 11:37 am


“This formula is all wrong,” he said suddenly. Grace looked up and frowned at the beaker in his hand. It was exactly the right shade of nuclear green.
“How so?”
“Aren’t we trying to turn fish into monsters?”
“LAVA monsters,” she said.
“Oh.” he relaxed, and carefully set the beaker back down. “Never mind. It’s perfect, then.”

» Posted By emma On 10.08.2015 @ 11:43 am


I’ve never been an over-achiever. Those are the ones that get all the attention, which can get awkward, and then you get labelled as the ‘smart kid’, and who wants all that noise? So I’ve decided to keep it low, keep it cool. Especially the part where I don’t reveal that I can run faster than a locomotive.

» Posted By Emma On 09.24.2015 @ 1:26 pm


is something that flies on a broom, with potions and has a mole on her face is green makes kids scared she hates kids only comes out on Halloween.

» Posted By Emma On 09.03.2015 @ 11:58 am


this morning my Grammy braided my hair so that i would not fall out in P.E.She braided it really tight it kinda hurt.

» Posted By emma On 09.02.2015 @ 11:39 am

When I was little I braided my sisters hair. I put a flower in her hair every time. It looked pretty. Then I got lice. Which wasn’t good. I got yelled at by my Mom. She really wasn’t happy because she was the one who had to get the lice out.

» Posted By Emma On 09.02.2015 @ 10:28 am

braiding hair is one of the best feelings, the care in the persons actions as they play with your hair weaving it into designs…. its magical and i cherish every second.

» Posted By Emma On 09.01.2015 @ 10:15 pm


I kept everything that he had ever given me, the notes, the birthday cards, and felt mad at myself whenever I remembered that I had thrown away the puzzle I got from him from my birthday. That was before he died, of course. I often found myself looking for the same puzzle in stores.

» Posted By emma On 08.28.2015 @ 11:06 pm


I can’t relapse again. I’ve tried so hard. It’s been so long. And I’ve driven everyone away because of it. Now I have no one to turn to. A stupor of drugs and drink seems like a sweet release from this pain. Physical, given by rejection. It all hurts. The small rivlets of my body, the great expanses of my mind, my bones. You imagine a knife just to dig out all the hurt in your chest, to remove it from your body, from your existence. Isn’t this feeling supposed to go away as you grow up. Life gets better, your understanding of who you are grows and it stops hurting because you understand why. Why hasn’t mine stopped hurting? Why hasn’t it gone away? Why is it still here skewering every part of my body in these painful moments that last an eternity?

» Posted By Emma On 08.24.2015 @ 8:37 pm


Riley,ran out of the kitchen barking like a fool. Her normally curly sand colored curls belched by the flour.

» Posted By Emma On 08.11.2015 @ 8:27 am


Statuen skygger for solen hvilket skæber mærkværdige mønstre på jorden. Hun havde derfor altid blikket vendt ned af når hun passerede den hver dag. Denne dag medførte det at hun ikke mødte manden der skulle redde hendes liv.

» Posted By Emma On 07.31.2015 @ 10:47 am

Statuer findes overalt. De viser historier, vigtige personer, fortæller om gamle begivenheder og de viser os hvad der har været vigtigt engang. Statuer kan være lavet af materiale der også viser hvad historierne har betydet og hvad folkets situation har været på daværende tidspunkt.

» Posted By Emma On 07.31.2015 @ 10:44 am


recovery: health, lost hopes and goals, from bad news, difficult times.lost friendships

» Posted By Emma On 07.25.2015 @ 4:04 pm


Algebra is an integral part of mathematics. It is also one of the most complicated parts which is why it is so important to understand it if you wish to take part in maths in any form of higher education. In my opinion you would only do this is you enjoy pain and torture, which I am not particularly fond of.

» Posted By Emma On 07.16.2015 @ 12:13 pm


My lip quivered slightly as I gazed to my lawyer, and then to the jury. She gazed right back at me with considering eyes, and I looked away, feeling the urge to cry. I would be alright. I WOULD win this! I was right. And the good guys always win.
“Not guilty,” the jury said.

» Posted By emma On 07.10.2015 @ 1:20 pm


» Posted By emma On 07.10.2015 @ 1:15 pm

I stood there, my lip trembling as I gazed at the jury, waiting for her response. Would I win this case? I had to. I had to, I was right. This man had tried to kill me. I had to win this, or something dreadful was bound to happen. I looked back to the man.

» Posted By emma On 07.10.2015 @ 1:14 pm


She sat in the sun all day long and ended up with a beautiful toned skin that was sort of like an olive color. She as proud she had tanned so well.

» Posted By Emma On 07.07.2015 @ 3:49 am

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