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At least there’s nothing here to be afraid of, he said, staring outside of his train car. She was not as convinced as he, noting the age of the viaducts they were traveling over, and their poor state of repair.
» Posted By Kevin On 09.12.2014 @ 4:00 pm
the framework of the house was very complicated.
» Posted By kevin On 05.21.2014 @ 10:21 am
the unknown person died
» Posted By kevin On 05.20.2014 @ 10:24 am
This city had burned me out, or I had grown weary of its constant, dreary attempts to welcome me. I had to go. I didnt have a plan, but then, I had no purpose. One cannot have a purpose without a plan.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.19.2014 @ 11:07 am
You should have reverence for things that deserve it. But not all things deserver reverence. What makes something worthy of reverence? Something that should be revered is a very rare thing and I wonder how many people revere anything at all.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.07.2014 @ 5:12 pm
Sitting in her wheelchair, the old woman looked out the window. It was morning; the light hit her face gently, welcoming. A plant sat on the sill, drooping a little. The woman wondered if her daughter would visit her today, but she remained doubtful
» Posted By Kevin On 01.08.2014 @ 7:01 pm
He gently took her hand into his and slowly led her down the stairs. The blindfold was tight, but she was afforded a small window through the bottom of the material, but that portal provided her with few clues as to her location. She could see that the steps were well-crafted, finished. She could see the clean white walls. But nothing else. Then, just as she had abandoned the investigation into her unknown surroundings, she felt her feet hit the cold of a concrete floor. She heard no movements or murmurings, but could feel the presence of a group of people surrounding her. The moment her blindfold fell, her eyes were met by the warm smile of a flaxen-haired beauty, effusing charm and sincerity. “Welcome, my disciple.”
» Posted By Kevin On 11.18.2013 @ 8:57 am
The man had a body in the incubator; you can tell by it’s hand moving across the glass cylinder. It was breathing abnormally causing it to move in furious manner.. The man pressed some buttons in hope that the gas he was releasing would calm the thing.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.31.2013 @ 3:10 pm
The water dripped, then it trickled, then it seeped, then it rolled, then it poured from the many meandering cracks in the dirty plaster wall. “Brace yourselves.”
» Posted By Kevin On 10.25.2013 @ 10:00 am
She reeked of apathy and arrogance, so much so that he was revolted by it. I think I’m going to be sick, he thought to himself. He could feel his stomach churn. He released a weighted sigh. “God help us all if this is representative of future generations.”
» Posted By Kevin On 10.24.2013 @ 9:01 am
Trampled by a pack of animals, cows or horses. Wild west times had many stampedes where the animals would get out and trample through the towns and escape into the wilderness. When I think of stampedes, I think about the country and old western movies.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.15.2013 @ 2:36 pm
The autumn leaves glistened with an opalescent glow as the twilight crept over the hillside. The wind had rustled its last leaves of the day. The squirrels had scurried to their nests, no more daylight by which to play. All was now quiet outside the cabin door. And she couldn’t be happier. Life in the city had definitely affected her. Daily stampedes rife with aimless human ambitions had trampled her thoughts of simply living. It seemed so counter-intuitive. And destructive. And pitiful. But here, in the glorious solitude of the forest, she could rediscover a truth she had known once before, a long time ago, but had somehow forgotten along the way. This is where she belonged. This is where she could put down roots.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.15.2013 @ 12:32 pm
Words tumbled down over each other and fell in a pile on top of words, and words, and words, and words.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.14.2013 @ 11:35 am
“I never gave you much to go off of. You always seemed to know the way, like perfectly planned chapters of a book you had never read before. But when i did speak, you listened. Intently. Not a sound could be heard as you weighed out your options and weeded through the many words that streamed from my subconscious, as you plotted the path and prepared your wings for flight.”
» Posted By Kevin On 10.11.2013 @ 12:11 pm
All he could see was dead, decaying flesh. These lifeless corpses stumbled by him, eyes empty as a hole, no inkling of a soul, on their way without a goal. Why couldn’t the cubicle walls be higher?
» Posted By Kevin On 10.10.2013 @ 11:39 am
There were three things he missed about being a child:
1. The small patch of pines in the northwest pasture.
2. Shifting the gears in the blue truck.
3. The car rack.
Some of the sweetest memories involve seemingly insignificant things.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.09.2013 @ 7:22 am
She was his zen garden. His hands, a rake. Her skin, the sand. His movements were slow and steady as he delicately carved out small pieces of her flesh. He removed them with the forceps and sterilized the opening with an antiseptic.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.08.2013 @ 7:17 am
He had been tripping over the baggage of life for many years now, and all that was left was a fall from grace and a split skull. The real tragedy, however, was that he had had no control over the events of his life. He was simply his mother’s son.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.07.2013 @ 8:04 am
The climate of the room had become unbearably stifling. He wrenched at the collar of his shirt, which had become a python, squeezing the life from his sweaty corpse. He coughed. He cleared his throat. And he gave up the ghost.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.06.2013 @ 11:14 am
He was left floating on a sea of emptiness. Without feathers, there was no hope. He had become entangled in a sort of melancholic game. And he was the desperate loser.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.04.2013 @ 7:41 am
Bottom-feeding, well-washing, mud people of a brand not known but often conjured in dark tunnels and cloudy minds. Undeniably scary. And a bit intolerable. Because they smell bad.
» Posted By Kevin On 10.03.2013 @ 11:02 am
She flipped over and said that she was no longer a human being. “Oh my god! Then what are you?” I said. “I’m a donkey!” “You mean to say that the woman I’ve been with this whole time was actually a donkey?”.
I couldn’t believe it. I could see in her eyes that she had gone totally bonkers. I could almost see in her eyes a kind of donkey. Shit! Now I’m going crazy.
» Posted By Kevin On 08.15.2013 @ 8:31 pm
The feeling I get when I think about my 19 yo daughter in another city because her mother and I divorced when she was in high school and ever since she has gained weight. Eating and never exercising. I am wrought with guilt.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.18.2013 @ 10:10 am
I was only sitting down for what couldn’t have been two minutes. But already the bench brought about a shock. Right before me, a small bird fell from the sky. The strangest thing wasn’t even that it was dead. No, not that it was already rotting and wreaked of dead flesh, but rather, that it was still alive.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.11.2013 @ 6:42 pm
A superhero just died, a person I have loved since I was six. Peter Parker is no more in the world of ultimate comics and it nearly devastated me.
It starane only became I know that it’s a fictional world, it’s not real, it’s just a story. But it’s a person I have befriended and been best friends with for as long as I can remember.
I don’t know what the world would do without Spider-Man. His absence is the antithesis of what is right. But his absence can live on as an inspiration.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.04.2013 @ 3:15 pm
sisterhood is the bond two girls have. Not to be in a sexual intention, but just a strong friendship or closeness. A strong trust and bond is formed.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.01.2013 @ 7:40 pm
The timeline was short. There was nothing to stop it, or slow it – Only to wait it out. What’s wrong with having a timeline? Nothing, I suspect. I wonder if there’s a timeline for this thing….Weird.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.02.2013 @ 10:19 pm
He had a head resembling a bowling ball. So I tried to put my fingers in his head and he bit one off. it hurt
» Posted By Kevin On 04.25.2013 @ 6:57 pm
Delaney was a weakling. She whined at my feet all day and sniffled at night laying between me and sarah. Who knows why she feels so weak? Perhaps ariel gave hers reason? Ariel felt sick this morning and got extra attention.ill bet that made Delaney feel weakened (at least her ego).
» Posted By Kevin On 03.03.2013 @ 8:58 pm
Back To Stats Page
writing randomly because the thing told me to and i’m in class and i’m not going to punctuate worth a damn cuz i can or cannot something something something poetry something something complete. oops there’s a period. RUN ON SENTENCE! RUN ON SENTENCE. run on to a sentence a . oops. i don’t know i drank a lot of coffee.
» Posted By Kevin On 02.26.2013 @ 8:15 am