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We were kids back then. Her brown teary eyes reflected my own as we were seconds near from leaving one another and seeing each other for a long time. She was and is my best friend. Putting on a strong expression, I hugged her tightly and let her go, waving wildly to the car as she departed.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.13.2011 @ 12:10 pm
I had an awesome history teacher sophomore year. His name was Mr. Webner, and he taught me to love the little things in life. He also wore a kilt to school every friday.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.09.2011 @ 10:03 pm
In the corner you see a small child. You don’t know who it is… You just know that the child has no family. You feel bad but don’t want to cross that line that leads you out of you box. So all you do is watch the small child. Just sitting in that corner doing nothing but staring at the blank wall.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.09.2011 @ 10:59 am
With the paintbrush held tightly in my hand I hesitantly stroked on a smooth color of blue on the new crisp canvas. Anxiety struck me. What if I messed up? What would I do then?
» Posted By Mandy On 06.06.2011 @ 12:55 pm
I’ve never really used a chalkboard. In this day and age, the closest thing I’ve ever come to a chalkboard was when I was visiting an old schoolhouse for a class field trip. It makes me realize how ignorant I am to the evolution of our society and technology.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.04.2011 @ 4:14 pm
“Oh~OH!” I hummed noisily to the irritation of my family members around me. The radio was blasting loud and hard as I swung my arms messily to the beat. The evening sun gently shined its rays down on me in encouragement and I felt even more compelled to just dance to the melody. With the summer sun bearing down on me gently and my family members giving in to the music, I’ve come to love the radio.
» Posted By Mandy On 06.03.2011 @ 12:37 pm
Remember. Remember the time I saw you in the hall? I don’t think you do. We didn’t know each other at the time. But we had a little conversation. And well know I love you, but you love her! What does that say? See I thought it was fate we met then – and the next year we had class together. I mean when you asked me out I might have said no, but for a good reason – I was not exactly sure what your name was . . . I got it confused with other people who were in our art class. I am sorry I said no . . .are you sorry you are now with her? I know you want to be with her and I am so nice that I want you to be with her because for some reason I guess she makes you happy. I don’t know her, so I couldn’t say. Be with her though . . . to be happy because I love your smile – even if I am not the one putting it on your face. So do you remember that time in 7th Grade at our lockers? I remember that day very well and I have horrible memory and I like to think I remember it for a reason. We were talking about World History (which was the class I was running late for also). I kind of butted into your conversation which is something I normally wouldnt have done – but that day I did for some reason. I remember the look you gave me . . . I believe you were wearing a black shirt (WOW – I EVEN REMEMBER THAT!). Seriously, I barely remember yesterday.
» Posted By Mandy On 05.30.2011 @ 11:33 pm
memories. so many exciting things are in this world yet remembering is the only thing you can take with you. pictures, internet, and so many other things are available to capture memories, so we can remember the past to prepare for the future. Once we move on from experience to experience remembering is all we have left of that memory.
» Posted By Mandy On 05.30.2011 @ 1:35 pm
I’ve now written about mint about five times. I’m done writing about that familiar bite of mint that can be the familiar embrace of your Friday mojito or that saving grace at your Monday meeting. But seriously though, another word please? That’d be fantastic-perhaps Cinnamon?
» Posted By Mandy On 05.27.2011 @ 12:16 pm
» Posted By Mandy On 05.23.2011 @ 5:23 pm
park. trash. hitch.
can we really just sit back and let these things happen to us, as americans?
NASCAR happened. it did.
» Posted By mandy On 04.27.2011 @ 9:37 pm
the killer of the world. trash that cannot biodegrade and yet everyone uses it. it fills up our land fills and takes over the world, poisons our water that we drink, and kills everything because it releases toxins into the ground and ground water.
» Posted By Mandy On 04.22.2011 @ 7:22 pm
Is terrible for the environment but it still commonly used even though you can use a corn-made plastic for all of it;s uses which is more cost effective as well as better for the environment, being that it is 100% biodegradable. It also makes a kind of awesome squeaky sound when you squish it or press it against other things. squeeeeeak.
» Posted By Mandy On 04.22.2011 @ 5:11 pm
The weather man stood on blue screen, clouds whirring around him, twisting and contorting, before the loop started again. ‘Severe weather warnings, all along the coast,’ he said, in a tone all too happy for the current situation. He stared just below the camera, no doubt at the Autocue, which was no doubt telling him to be bright, cheerful and overly optimistic. ‘Bunk down, bring pets inside, and have a great night!’ He winked ah the camera and waddled off.
» Posted By Mandy On 04.14.2011 @ 1:02 am
When you need to quench your thirst I suggest ou buy yourself a SPRITE. Not only does it obey your thirst, it gets quenched at the same time.
» Posted By Mandy On 04.11.2011 @ 3:23 am
I’m now an alumni from high school… which is really weird. I’ve graduated and I’m done with high school forever. I can’t believe it still, even though it’s been a year. Alumni. That makes me feel old for some reason. Alumni sounds like I’ve done a lot in life and I really haven’t done anything yet.
» Posted By Mandy On 04.09.2011 @ 5:25 pm
I have an audience ever day…the children, my subconscious that I become more and more aware of. I think that perhaps I am typing until I can come up with another thought…. I perform for a make believe audience at all times. Made up conversations in my thoughts….imagined scenarios…perhaps as a means of escape
» Posted By mandy On 03.28.2011 @ 8:20 am
WWCBW? What would Carrie Bradshaw wear?
» Posted By Mandy On 03.16.2011 @ 10:58 am
“Why can’t i understand the basic math skills!” Mallory growled in frustration as she slammed her pencil on the table and covered her head with her hands. “My head really hurts.” She looked at the clock, it was already 1am. She decided that she needed to get some rest, she went to sleep worrying about the math quiz the next day.
» Posted By Mandy On 03.01.2011 @ 3:46 pm
I am strong enough to stand on my own. I am strong enough to be loved. I am strong enough to feel love. I am strong enough to share love. I am strong enough to learn to be alone. I am strong enough to fight against the opposing forces. I am strong enough to love him even though he doesn’t love me, or hasn’t figured it out yet. I am strong enough to learn patience.
» Posted By Mandy On 02.26.2011 @ 11:58 pm
With a delicately sharpened knife the barber began to skim the fur from my face. A bead of blood began to trickle down my neck from the small slice he carved into my chin.
» Posted By mandy On 02.24.2011 @ 2:04 pm
I like funny cards. I hate sappy cards. Shopping for cards is enormously fun. Most people at my local Hallmark think I’m a raving lunatic since I stand their in the aisles laughing hysterically…and often singing along to the everyplaying medley of Neil Diamond hits.
» Posted By Mandy On 02.19.2011 @ 4:36 pm
What a lovely word you are. you know, I was just thinking about you. God, I’ve been thinking about you all day. My lover can’t satisfy me like you can. You do things to my mind, and give me pleasurable sensations that he can never match. Be mine. Sweet, sweet chocolate.
» Posted By mandy On 02.14.2011 @ 3:54 pm
The cries in the city reverberated off the building sides. The people were flooding through the streets like millions of water molecules. Amazing how many more people there are, than supreme elite positions. Yet these people hold power only in their bonds to each other.
» Posted By mandy On 02.11.2011 @ 9:36 am
He took the tool and placed it in the open cavity of my chest. Jerking his masculine arms from side to side, he was able to wrench the organ from my body. The blood streamed down my skin, staining my outside red. My life is red, my body barren…”thank you,” I said.
» Posted By mandy On 02.03.2011 @ 3:34 pm
this is the room i was put in when i was young. when we all misbehaved and did all sorts of crazy stupid shit. that darkroom had a hole in the ground and all of us were just convinced that something horrible would appear if it sensed our fear.
» Posted By mandy On 02.02.2011 @ 7:18 pm
I see this paper and I write upon it. My voice in print. Why this oozing pain in my gut? This emotional isolation that pits me against all of humanity. I should not feel this isolation amongst the billions of others like me. But I feel alone. I feel left in a shadow while the rest are ablaze.
» Posted By mandy On 01.30.2011 @ 9:20 pm
My father loves problem solving. Crosswords, Sudoku, anything he can sink his teeth into and spend a day working on. I don’t really understand the appeal – as soon as you finish one, you start another one and it all starts again.
» Posted By Mandy On 01.24.2011 @ 12:47 am
The crime was never really solved. It never can be. Nobody can ever know the real who what where and why. Especially the why. Sure, people say they know why. They explain persuasively and it all makes sense logically. But I knew them both. And I know the theories are all wrong.
» Posted By Mandy On 01.24.2011 @ 12:40 am
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i already did drain once but i guess i can do it again. last time I wrote about blood draining. now I imagine myself at a hospital. that would make sense. i bet some nasty things have gone down those drains. drains are nasty places
» Posted By Mandy On 01.17.2011 @ 7:41 am