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I love the series Sherlock. The one on BBC. It’s utterly awesome. The mystery is great and the story line and characters are dynamic. I, dunno. I’m tired.
» Posted By Mandy On 10.09.2011 @ 1:57 am
You know, I really wanna be prosperous?
Everyone does, right?
But what does it really mean? To me, right now it means going to a good college, getting a good education and a great job and money. But surely, my happiness is more important, right?
» Posted By Mandy On 10.07.2011 @ 11:40 pm
writer’s block. ………..I am surrounded by things that I wish I couldn’t see
» Posted By Mandy On 10.06.2011 @ 2:46 pm
Morality is the reason for death all human are mortal therefor humans die. Some are more vulnerable than others and die quicker while other are resilient and die slower.
» Posted By mandy On 10.04.2011 @ 2:48 pm
I suppose that the world is vast.
I mean, I also suppose that there is other life out there. I mean, there’s got to be. The fact that some don’t believe that is mind-boggling.
So ignorant! I think. But then again, I have no right to judge as I am merely a tiny human of the stars also.
But if we were alone, wouldn’t that be so lonely?
» Posted By Mandy On 10.03.2011 @ 4:33 pm
I ran my fingers through her silky hair, envious.
“Everything alright?” She asked, her voice light and feminine. I responded by beginning to braid her hair, my envy growing.
She was beautiful.
What was I?
I tugged harshly.
» Posted By Mandy On 10.02.2011 @ 11:00 am
I wrote about you yesterday already. Today you’re reminding me of Him, and I was trying so hard to forget.
» Posted By Mandy On 09.29.2011 @ 7:00 am
heavy, cloudy, a fog. a stupid person. dunce cap. For some reason I am now thinking of Mr. Redfield, and 7th grade, and Athena. I miss the friends I had when I was 16.
» Posted By Mandy On 09.28.2011 @ 11:28 am
I’ve been to a port once, I think. Boats were there. Boats are cool. I mean, come on, they can take you practically everywhere. A port is kind of like a world like I guess. Who knows where you can go with a little boat on tow.
» Posted By Mandy On 09.22.2011 @ 6:18 pm
cats crouch with out thinking they just get ready to pounce on their prey and attack. With out thought they hunker down and lunge their sleek bodies forward and gracefully land on the target.
» Posted By Mandy On 09.20.2011 @ 10:39 pm
I use a sponge in my kitchen to clean my dishes and my counters. Sometimes I even use a sponge to clean the floors when they get really dirty. It isn’t often that I cannot find a use for a sponge. Every one can use a sponge. Even on your car. Cars get dirty too.
» Posted By Mandy On 09.01.2011 @ 11:51 am
So soft, I wish everything I own could be this smooth, soft, and easy, pink is my favorite color it reminds me of bubble gum, soft pink bubble gum my favortite shirt is silk, this is so much harder than I thought it was going to be, I can’t make my brain focus at all I fell like fingers are typing the words slightly faster than I am making my own thoughts.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.24.2011 @ 7:28 am
I love seeing deer on the side of the road in the wilderness. In autumn, they appear more frequently, just before the great hibernation. In West Hurley, they roam around the reservoir with their families, grazing on grass and traveling in groups.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.18.2011 @ 4:54 pm
I think of chorus and band. I think of the simple melodies and rhythms, and I think of the difficult ones that it takes a few minutes to figure out. Repeat over and over until you get it right or until you know it for sure. It’s like a mantra, and the music becomes a part of you.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.16.2011 @ 9:01 pm
She knew that she should ask him to repeat what he had said. After those words, about him not being sure if he would be able to do it anymore, a white fog curled inside of ear drums. She should at least make sure that she was angry for the right reasons, and she wasn’t going to know if she was unless she made him repeat what he said. “Now what’s that?” she whispered.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.16.2011 @ 6:03 pm
Long and skinny, used for occasions, celebrations, repairs. Thread is what holds things together, like a wedding dress, and a marriage. Thread should be used as a lesson in life. It is skinny and weak but together and tied just right it can be strong.
» Posted By mandy On 08.15.2011 @ 7:52 pm
the big ball of thread tumbled further and further down the hall. The small children didn’t think, they just acted. They chased after it, with out a worry in the world as to what lie ahead.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.15.2011 @ 3:16 pm
The nice houses in the neighborhood didn’t have to worry about aluminum siding, or about burn times if Uncle Bernie fell asleep on the couch with his cigarette again. Lily could still find the spot on the carpet with her toes. Uncle Bernie lived in a brick house.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.08.2011 @ 5:41 pm
A person that is suppose to be the example for those who are under them and be able to lead in stressful situations. A manager is the title that many aspire to earn but when they get there, quickly regret it.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.05.2011 @ 6:05 am
He was the one that always made sure that each family member’s wishes came through, at least the important ones. He knew to delegate and defer preferences, to remind his daughter that mom had taken her to the movie with fairies and that it was time for her to eat pasta with her grandmother at the restaurant with overstuffed chairs.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.04.2011 @ 5:30 pm
She always wondered if she would be able to hang a picture straight without a level in hand, and if she had lost some insights into herself by never knowing if she was inclined to lean left or right. Would it be something to interpret literally, or backwards, since each side of the brain represents the opposite of what she’d expect?
» Posted By Mandy On 08.03.2011 @ 5:17 pm
It was the angriest that she had ever been, her body shook and her skin felt pricked and alert. And she knew that if she didn’t leave the room she would boil over, likely to only burn herself.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.02.2011 @ 6:45 pm
When she first began to draw trees, she focused on the branches and leaves, trying to decide how far they could reach out before they looked like they were going to topple over. But the more she drew them, the more she found herself extending the roots to go deeper braids sewn into the ground.
» Posted By Mandy On 08.01.2011 @ 6:17 pm
He wondered if his education had given him Icarus’s hubris, to think that he could touch the sun, only to find out that those heights would melt the feathers that had allowed him to fly so high.
» Posted By Mandy On 07.31.2011 @ 5:34 pm
The barbarity of his actions were evident. As the sweat drenched down his face, and his clammy hands reached for my neck, I realized how ill he made me. Their intestines lined the tarmac. He had done this, and he had taken pleasure in it. Now that I faced the man responsible, my head spun.
» Posted By Mandy On 07.25.2011 @ 10:55 am
She looked at him with the eyes of saddeness and all he sad to her was “I lied” and that hit her like a rock, no more a boulder because not only was she realizing everything she believed in was utter bullshit but that she was also living his lie
» Posted By Mandy On 06.30.2011 @ 2:18 pm
I failed. Big time. Wait, I don’t even know what I’m typing. Actually, I’m sure I failed at least once in life. I just don’t really remember too much when I try. Oh well, no time for regrets.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.24.2011 @ 3:02 pm
She held the precious object in her hand. It shone so bright the child had to shield her eyes whenever she glanced at it directly with the sun’s rays shining down upon it. It was a jewel. Her lucky jewel. With a smile she stuffed it in her pocket and ran off to play on the swings.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.19.2011 @ 2:21 pm
“I can do it!” He train huffed and puffed and puffed as he looked up at the mountain where right across was his destination. Fire blazed in the pit of his hearth and he pushed and pushed himself to the top where the sun smiled down in encouragement.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.15.2011 @ 11:30 pm
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I’ve only been to a station once in my life, I think. I don’t remember much of it, since it was so long ago. But it was the best! A unique experience; I recall sitting on small bunkbeds as I watched the scenery pass by.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.14.2011 @ 4:53 pm