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They spilled out before me, all different colors and sizes. Mommy’s little helpers, I thought darkly. Sometimes I wondered if the other women in the PTA needed pills to make themselves feel sane again. We all shared wide smiles and tennis shoes, but did we have anything else in common?
» Posted By Izzy On 02.06.2011 @ 12:27 pm
She reached for the controller, straining every muscle of her body to get there. It was downright embarrassing, the magnitude with which her body had decayed since the incident. Things like this weren’t supposed to bother warriors; they shouldn’t even be in this type of situation, they were supposed to be protecting the world from Strats and invaders. Well, no more; she was useless.
» Posted By Izzy On 02.06.2011 @ 10:55 am
it wasn’t the first time…but i understood. nothing about her would ever make you think she was capable of it, but she was. and she did. i can’t forget that. leave bitch, whatever.
» Posted By izzy On 08.22.2010 @ 5:11 am
things that last forever, not always seen but can be continuously felt.
the love of a perseon, place, or thing that may be unforgetable
» Posted By izzy On 08.16.2010 @ 9:22 pm
Seconds past by like hours as she awaited the answer. time as exact as it is never seems to be accurate to the one who is anxious.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.14.2010 @ 12:44 am
She took the dirty soaking sponge from the sink to mop up the catastrophe she just created on the tile floor. Her hands appeared weak and dry as she allowed the sponge to ingest the soup splattered across the kitchen.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.11.2010 @ 5:53 pm
Kettle chips are my favorite. There crunchy and delicious. But kettle also makes me think of tea and I at least have a cup or two a day.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.10.2010 @ 11:50 am
I have them all the time. When I pass by an area and I remember exactly what happen, what we talked about years ago.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.09.2010 @ 11:58 pm
Once I created this character called loopty loop when I was three. Mum says it was the first indication of my creative side. I hardly remember what loopty looks like.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.07.2010 @ 9:21 pm
Sometimes I want to escape to a surreal place. That would be my escape out of this world into another. A freedom like no other.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.05.2010 @ 7:08 pm
None. No one. Emptiness and solitude. Barren. Alone.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.02.2010 @ 1:27 pm
This is a magical place. My skin will burn and brown. I love the feeling of sand in my bed, some don’t. The boys at the beach are mysterious and cute. I like it when they look at me. The ocean water is nice and salty. My hair is beautifully wind blown.
» Posted By Izzy On 06.24.2010 @ 7:37 am
i am gently awoken by the shock of cold water coming in contact with my warm toes. my eyes squint, adjusting to the bright sun. the tide has risen, the ocean laughing at me, inching its way closer
» Posted By izzy On 06.22.2010 @ 5:35 pm
without my pants, i walked down the hall. you were in the bathroom. puking. it was going to be a very long night. i grabbed my pants. and left.
» Posted By izzy On 06.19.2010 @ 8:50 am
I want to be brave and tell you how i feel. but i’m scared that you won’t like me anymore if i’m honest. so we can just be happy and have sex for now. we are young and carefree.
» Posted By izzy On 06.11.2010 @ 11:44 am
i reached around and sure enough, there it was. my spine. i put some clothes in a bag and left. i would never look back.
» Posted By izzy On 06.05.2010 @ 8:08 am
oh wow, did you see that?
no, i did not see that.
just over there.
come back starlight, shine bright.
you’re so weird.
» Posted By izzy On 06.04.2010 @ 5:24 am
i wasn’t sure we’d make it. you always said we would. like you knew everything. like living into this century was your biggest accomplishment. that and being right.
» Posted By izzy On 06.03.2010 @ 9:30 am
it was loud, even though it was so far away. when she hit that gong, birds in all the trees lifted up into the sky.
» Posted By izzy On 06.02.2010 @ 8:50 am
The train sped up, the wheels clacketing down on the tracks. I clung to my patched leather seat, my suitcases swinging around wildly, and bashed my head on one of the windows. Muttering swears under my breath, I grabbed my baggage and held it close to me, gaining my bearings as best as I could.
» Posted By Izzy On 05.31.2010 @ 3:27 pm
the be near that scent was like dying. how it picked up every other scent. why would you wear your leather around me?
» Posted By izzy On 05.31.2010 @ 5:33 am
the rug was wrapped tight. and it was heavier than i thought it would be. still, i managed to get it into the back of my car.
» Posted By izzy On 05.30.2010 @ 7:23 am
I wrapped the plastic around the bloody knife, careful not to get my fingerprints on the sleek surface. It was a beautiful thing, the weapon, gleaming with the blood of a life, the blood of someone with wishes and hopes and dreams and now nothingness. Because it’s been a long time since I’ve believed in God, in Heaven and Hell and all that comes with it. There is no sinning, no pleasure, but being.
» Posted By Izzy On 05.29.2010 @ 4:14 pm
you shouldn’t try to tame me. i am wild. i do not fit in that collar.
» Posted By izzy On 05.29.2010 @ 4:59 am
his collar was popped. and i was instantly attracted to him
» Posted By izzy On 05.28.2010 @ 9:16 pm
this performance, you’ve never seen anything like it. i have made you believe. i have made you love. i have made you. it is time for me to take a bow.
» Posted By izzy On 05.28.2010 @ 7:41 am
looking down i could see everything. i am highest of them all. i didn’t even want to be here. but now that i am. well, i’m starting to get used to it. it feels much like a pedestal, but a pillar, well that’s just the best.
» Posted By izzy On 05.27.2010 @ 6:28 am
loose, languid, hammock kind of day. like hanging from a string. i was simply waiting.
» Posted By izzy On 05.26.2010 @ 7:13 am
loose, languid, hammock kind of of day. like a hanging from a string. i was simply waiting.
» Posted By izzy On 05.26.2010 @ 7:09 am
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we were always like that. a kiss and a slap. we were always going to clash. but we both just kept coming back for more. until my lips were raw. and your face was red.
» Posted By izzy On 05.25.2010 @ 6:08 am