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Peter Mandello’s slimy grip tightened around my wrist. Gallons of sweat, it seemed, seeped out of his extra large pores.

» Posted By Hope On 05.31.2012 @ 8:11 am


With leading comes responsibility. I don’t like responsibility because it makes me have to worry about something other than myself.

» Posted By Hope On 05.25.2012 @ 8:49 pm


Insects are gross kind of and ugly. Some insects are cool though, like lady bugs and butterflies but most insects suck eggs.

» Posted By Hope On 05.14.2012 @ 5:22 pm


the sunlight glimmered as she tossed her hair over a slightly damp shoulder. if only the morning’s dew would last. she sighed, her thick tongue parched from the previous night. and the night before that. and that. if only she could remember where her mother took her. the place with water. the place with hope.

» Posted By Hope On 04.12.2012 @ 7:14 pm


she smiled, a glimmer of four years of dental work. the shiny metal band she held in her worn out hands. stay calm. i trained for this right? and as she started to speak, preparing her worn-out vocal cords for a soothing, yet urgent announcement, the whirling noise of metal hitting the atlantic ocean drowned out the world.

» Posted By Hope On 04.02.2012 @ 3:55 pm


charms that tinkle in the sun hang from her slender wrist. each a wish, a memory, a whisper of the past and a hope for the future. but no one will ever know, as she lies dead on the cold concrete.

» Posted By Hope On 04.01.2012 @ 7:25 am


how terribly, beautifully ironic. he is a catcher. but in more than just one way. yes, he braves the dusty fields for at lease two hours a day, crouching on the dirty mound. and yet. he is also a catcher of dreams. because i can see it in his vivid green eyes. and when they glimpse at me, they catch my heart.

» Posted By Hope On 03.27.2012 @ 5:40 pm


i already did this word.yesterday. something is terribly wrong. but why is it that i expect everything on the internet to be perfect? we have a set mindset that for some reason, this nondescript screen that lights up with the touch of a button is our lifeline- our only connection to reality. and its sad, yet true, that we depend upon the ‘world wide web’ almost as much as air. and if something is not right, we are confused. alone. so what happens when this lovely internet becomes so outrageously overloaded that it stops. are we left in the dark?

» Posted By Hope On 03.18.2012 @ 10:58 am


Sue dismissed her favorite methods class ever from class early today. She decided they worked hard and deserved the break.

» Posted By Hope On 03.09.2012 @ 1:05 pm


it creaked. quiet at first. growing louder with each carefully timed footstep of the black, steel toed boots. her blonde hair shivered in the late afternoon sun that leaked through the window. if only she would notice. turn for just a split second. before the hand of revenge could take her away.

» Posted By Hope On 02.28.2012 @ 5:47 pm


no no no. its not real. its just. gone. a thousand particles of none existence. one blast was all it took to shatter the heart of our nation.

» Posted By Hope On 02.24.2012 @ 8:49 pm


him. that’s all i think about. and it terrifies me. so much. curse him. and her. for making me so insecure. i honestly know i would be so much better with out him. but with every song that echoes in my mind when i think of him, i know i wouldn’t be strong enough to go on alone

» Posted By Hope On 02.20.2012 @ 11:55 am


I love automatic cars. They are so easy to drive it’s mind-blowing! I don’t know what to pet here so, LALALA!

» Posted By Hope On 10.24.2011 @ 4:07 pm


Compassion is one of the most true and alive feelings we as humans can possess. It can arouse much joy in us but also sorrow. When I see this word, I think of Jesus as a result of all those years and years of bible school lessons drilled into me, i will never forget them.

» Posted By Hope On 10.13.2011 @ 9:07 pm


Spring. the smell of flowers swirling through sunkissed hair that glistens like the morning dew that covers the ground. spring. the smell of fresh dirt and evening rain drops scattering the blacktop. spring. light cardigans drapped over a first kiss.

» Posted By Hope On 10.12.2011 @ 7:23 pm


Today is the grand celeberation for my arrival. No one here knows my true intentions. The bright colors and sweets are not as bold through my senses, because they’re tainted with the knowledge that I’m going to ruin it all.

» Posted By Hope On 09.19.2011 @ 12:32 pm


Punishment sounds like pumpkins.

» Posted By Hope On 08.15.2011 @ 10:11 am


I was very estatic when Davey Havok of AFI hugged me. He is very handsome and I have so much admiration for him. I love him a lot and would really like to be with him one day, have him love me too…. but that’ll never happen. ): He’s amazing though!! :D Ily Davey!!!

» Posted By Hope On 08.10.2011 @ 5:38 pm


You know what I think of when I think of a megaphone? I think of cheerleaders, particularly Sue Sylvester’s cheerleaders the Cheerios. How funny. Then I think of the sign I saw at school that says that saying something is gay is like saying a cheerleader is stupid, I totally agree.

» Posted By Hope On 07.19.2011 @ 12:01 pm


to be bestowed on you, could be a gift, a responsibility, or even an idea of some sort. whatever it is, it must be precious if it is given to you. it is a gift. cherish it.

» Posted By Hope On 07.02.2011 @ 11:13 am


She packed up. She was leaving today. Leaving behind all she had left and never looking back. Was it a good thing? Maybe, some would say. But good things are always hard to see.

» Posted By Hope On 06.26.2011 @ 1:04 pm


He held my hand. Simply, gently. Only one moment to have together- for this is the last. His coarse skin- sandpaper against mine- brought me back to times when life was pure.

He looked at me, eyes squinting. Hoping for anything, anything at all.
I managed a smile. Fearing nothing but the changes to come after this moment, I managed to murmur.

“Happy Father’s Day.”

» Posted By Hope On 06.19.2011 @ 4:27 pm


Teachers are always expecting you to be something, to do something, to become something. They have all these high expectations that they feel must be fulfilled. I guess to be a teacher you have to be expectant. If you do the assignment wrong. Minus points. Spell something wrong? Minus points. Incorrect grammar? Minus points. <<< Sentence fragments..? Minus MORE points. I guess what I'm trying to say is that teachers often stifle creativity. Even writing teachers, whose job it is to bring out the creativity in some students. But maybe it isnt all the teacher's fault. Maybe the truth is, that the youth of today is full of uncultured swine who'd honestly rather sit in front of a TV for 6 hours instead of doing anything productive. And that's the truth America's youth wont listen to. Its sad that we who would do anything to bring out our creative sides are mixed in with the uncultured swine of today's world. Maybe it's because often times ignorance can become great inspiration. I know that's where I often find my creativity from. The ignorance and arrogance of friends and family. But the greatest source of stupidity? Myself.

» Posted By Hope On 06.09.2011 @ 3:35 pm


I’m getting this thing removed, even if it’s the last thing I ever do, thought Miranda as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was perfect, save for that one little flaw.

» Posted By Hope On 05.18.2011 @ 9:20 pm


Today, I was curious as to why the sky is blue. I tried google, the encyclopedia, everything. I finally found out that the sky is blue because of the particles in the air, reflecting the sun’s rays. Apparently the particles don’t absorb the blue color, so they reflect it. I am curious about that as well. I wish I knew everthing.

» Posted By Hope On 05.16.2011 @ 5:46 pm


Abandoned neglected, not available for reference for learning new things by experience… Lost… But able to be remebered, rediscovered…FOUND.

» Posted By Hope On 05.15.2011 @ 1:36 pm


Dinosaurs lived a very long time ago. They are very beautiful. Some looked like birds– called Archeopteryx. He was the first bird. He had big feathers and was many different colors and very beautiful.

» Posted By Hope On 05.03.2011 @ 12:46 pm


robots are mechanical machines that may look like humans but are really not. some people have dreams about them taking over the world. they are most known for that. i am almost done here. i have a lot of mispellings. sorry about that :]]

» Posted By Hope On 04.20.2011 @ 10:15 am


playing to the audience is something I’m not well versed at. I used to be fearful of it, but have outgrown that. I have moved instead, into avoidance. Not out of fear, but out of a lack of confidence in myself. Out of thinking too much what people think. How do I overcome that?

» Posted By Hope On 03.27.2011 @ 1:41 pm


I love the winter. My favorite thing about it is the clothing, like scarves. I remember having one of those magic scarves and it could like fold all these different ways and it was so cool when you got one. And mine was blue, that used to be my favorite color.

» Posted By Hope On 03.12.2011 @ 10:30 am

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