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startled

when he came around the corner, he took me by surprise and i hated it. always imagining something is waiting to attack has been a part of me for years. i never expected the one person who i longed to see most would startle me.

» Posted By emma On 11.04.2008 @ 2:42 pm

she opened the door, startled when she saw a baby lying there. she looked around but nothing was there….

» Posted By emma On 11.03.2008 @ 4:37 pm

I was startled today when Danny grabbed me and began to tango. Literally. We tangoed down the hallway, down the stairs and into his friend’s room, where we tangoed in a circle and then out the door again. We tangoed all over his building. We stopped tangoing when I confessed how startled I indeed was and asked him to please stop touching me.

» Posted By Emma On 11.01.2008 @ 4:34 pm

gentle

soft, nice, kind loving precious motherly nuturing kittens fluff

» Posted By Emma On 10.30.2008 @ 5:17 pm

the gentle man helped the woman off the ground. “Hi my name is jake.” he said with a dazzling smile. she stood uneasily, blustered by his warmth. He had a rather wolfish air to him, it made her uneasy, but she was intriged by the mystery that he carried.

» Posted By emma On 10.27.2008 @ 7:47 pm

path

sometimes i think that i’m not cut out for this. i mean, i chose this path, i chose this life. but i dont think i can do it anymore. when i go out with friends, or i’m at work, basically when i keep busy, i’m okay. i really am. but then i come home, alone, late at night, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol and coffee…and i think to myself “is this really what i wanted?”
maybe this isn’t the right path for me after all,

» Posted By emma On 10.25.2008 @ 10:08 pm

i like the path. i walk on it everyday and i like to look at the leaves that fall on the path during autumn, they’re all colours like orange and brown and green. i like orange as a colour but not as a fruit.

» Posted By emma On 10.23.2008 @ 3:02 pm

i walk along the path every single day. i like to walk on it when its sunny. its useful because it helps you find places and cars won’t get in your way. its a four letter word. simple word for a simple thing. path is bothar is irish

» Posted By emma On 10.23.2008 @ 2:54 pm

path is way that leads to many road its depends on each individuals what path they wish to select in their lives..the path to good or path..the path to wrong or right..the path to stumble n stop or the path to get up n move on

» Posted By Emma On 10.23.2008 @ 5:15 am

A long winding path stretched down from the cliffs, inching its way towards the empty beach. The waves tickled the shoreline and the girl stared down from the cliff edge as the sun sank into the west.

» Posted By Emma On 10.22.2008 @ 7:45 am

bulb

The light flashed on and off. I realized I was trapped in this tiny little box. The light kept flashing, the cracks in the bosh shone with its light, flickered off and came back. I heard footsteps and hid in the corner.

» Posted By Emma On 10.18.2008 @ 12:07 pm

light bulb. turns the light on. i need somonet ot urn a lguht on in my end, send some electicity through me…wake me up a bit. im in such a crappy mood of late. it’s horrible.
do they still electricute people?? ick ick ick.

» Posted By emma On 10.18.2008 @ 5:58 am

it’s a flash. a bang. then brilliant white light. It’s shocking, so bright against the night sky. But it’s a welcome sight, compared to the darkness that preceeds dawn. It dims slightly as my eyes adjust and I get ready for school.

» Posted By Emma On 10.16.2008 @ 2:20 pm

the light bulb flickered ominously above the man’s head. He fingered the things in his pockets, keeping his head down, trying not to think about the words of the policeman, poised like blades above his head…

» Posted By Emma On 10.15.2008 @ 10:18 am

flight

Well the first thing that springs to mind is flight of the conchords, what a good programme, so many funny musical songs! I havent flown very often but I would love the ability to fly, not just ‘falling with style’. I like plane food too, not many people do. I think it has a certain novelty!

» Posted By emma On 10.12.2008 @ 2:12 pm

I hate planes. That’s a lie, actually. I just hate the moment after taking off. It makes my tummy flip over and – don’t even get me started on landing. I like the feeling of the wheels hitting the ground and guessing which came first, but THE BOUNCING WHILE TRYING TO BREAK MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM!

» Posted By Emma On 10.09.2008 @ 11:41 am

she took off soaring through the empty streets like a bird freed from the grasp of a monster. She knew she would never have to see him again.

» Posted By emma On 10.08.2008 @ 12:42 pm

hill

I walked on a hill one day. I really enjoyed it. Not because I was naked, it was because of the feeling of wind bashing against my skin and grass sticking in between my toes.

» Posted By emma On 10.04.2008 @ 6:30 am

evidence

There is much evidence to suggest that many things happen. But what is evidence? One could say that it helps you decide if your wife is cheating on you? Another could say that it helps solve crimes. But it can be tampered with and isn’t always the most reliable of sources for a conviction

» Posted By Emma On 10.01.2008 @ 11:46 am

My body is the evidence of my failure.

Every step, every movement, every glimpse in a glass or mirror.

» Posted By Emma On 09.30.2008 @ 1:47 pm

wanting

“The sky’s green today,” she said, glancing out the window.

“I wouldn’t know,” the man replied, taking a drag. “I’m colorblind, didn’t you know?”

“Oh yes,” she answered. “But I forget sometimes, you know. I’m forgetful, I suppose.”

“I see things in green all the time.”

» Posted By Emma On 08.28.2008 @ 9:20 pm

mantle

pictures on the mantle of things we all did together cannot contain the memories that you and I share. I love you more than those pictures will ever show anyone. I may not be the perfect daughter to them, but this shock collar has got me reeling. I miss you. Please come back.

» Posted By emma On 08.25.2008 @ 9:58 am

asking

It was only a simple question. It didn’t need repeating, not the way she repeated it. Couldn’t she see that I needed time to think? Slow down, let me consider: but her question stifled me, the weight of it pressed down on my mind, and I couldn’t talk. So she kept on asking.

» Posted By Emma On 08.19.2008 @ 5:57 pm

Wat moet ik nou weer vertellen over vragen..
Ik vraag me op het moment eigenlijk helemaal niet zoveel af! ik weet namelijk alles al dus dat is makkelijk. Al zijn er best dingen die ik nog wel zou willen weten hoor maar ik denk niet dat iemand anders ze wel weet dus ik hou het voor me.

» Posted By Emma On 08.19.2008 @ 11:31 am

question
wanting
needing
wishing
answer
right
wrong
desire
demanding
wondering
pondering
yes
no

» Posted By emma On 08.19.2008 @ 11:15 am

vintage

it was a hat. she knew it was hers as soon as she saw it, even before she looked at the price tag. but that didn’t matter. it was exactly like the hat that her great grandmother had worn fifty years ago. she had seen the pictures. and now she could, perhaps, recapture some of that grace and some of that elegance that is always lost throughout the years, from generation to generation, and now that ipods and mcdonalds are more common than beautiful hats, she knew she needed it more than ever.

» Posted By emma On 08.17.2008 @ 2:11 am

feathered

the down comforter was feathered. we laid in bed together all day, just talking about all the boys that made us laugh. I thought to myself in that moment tha i was sure i’d never want any of them, only her. she never knew. i was fourteen

» Posted By emma On 09.25.2008 @ 1:26 pm

proud

he was staring into the wind just so he didn’t have to look her in the eye. she said: “stop playing the victim. i’ve forgiven you. let’s move on.” but his lungs didn’t work properly and he couldn’t give her what she wanted, not now he had ruined everything.

» Posted By emma On 09.20.2008 @ 8:40 pm

i am proud to be yours i love you eager redemption please me i am yours im happy to be yours. I’m proud of you. redemption and so on. wow. proud pride predjedice
old times love i love you im proud

» Posted By emma On 09.18.2008 @ 4:32 am

i am very proud of who i am. i love who i am. i dont think im too proud but sometimes i think maybe i am. does that mean im big headed? maybe im just not as good as i think i am. i think pride is a very good thing, it shouldnt be looked down upon.
i am proud of my art. i thought i was good but im realising that i am even better.

» Posted By emma On 09.17.2008 @ 3:59 am

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