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I am very selective with whine want in my life.
» Posted By Nikki On 03.24.2014 @ 5:37 am
This word represents someone who is of a young age. It also reminds me of someone who is in prison. Just because you’re in prison doesn’t make you a lost cause or a bad person. Everyone matters no matter what they’ve done or their past. People in society are judgmental.
» Posted By Nikki On 03.04.2014 @ 8:11 am
It started with a spiral. A downward motion that had no end. It didn’t matter the destination the outcome would be the same. Disaster. The nerves were beginning to be too much to take. A shaking that was uncontrollable.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.12.2014 @ 10:47 am
My mother thinks I should be the stereotype of what she
wants me to be nevermind the fact that I am not a projection of her
wishes but a living breathing thinking feeling “piece of
» Posted By Nikki On 11.08.2013 @ 4:04 pm
The eastern part of the United States is usually synonymous with soul-sucking suburban sights or actual changing weather. New York seems to be the shining beacon of “civilized” hope of this otherwise dreary region. Although, I do miss it so.
» Posted By Nikki On 11.04.2013 @ 8:11 pm
She barked the command again. “Roll over,” tracing a circle with her finger. Sammy cocked his head, quizzically. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “C’mon, pup. It’s not that hard, is it?” As if to answer her, he trotted over and nipped at her ankle.
» Posted By Nikki On 09.09.2013 @ 10:46 am
As I made my way along the path, a rustle followed by the cracking of a branch rendered me still. A snowy, white wolf loped into the clearing up ahead, it’s yellow eyes never leaving my startled gaze.
» Posted By Nikki On 09.05.2013 @ 10:00 am
He stared at her with such intensity, rage flickering behind dark eyes. She could see the hunger rippling through him as his body trembled. He was no longer a man, but a ravenous beast with sharp teeth bared for all to see. His hands were balled into a tight fist, clenching and unclenching methodically. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest.
» Posted By Nikki On 09.04.2013 @ 9:23 am
derived- it is a word that starts with the letter D. My cousin wrote that she didn’t know what it means. I do, because I’m smart.
to come from
it derived from the well being of him.
if that made any sense
but i know what it means..and how to pronounce it
» Posted By Nikki On 07.10.2013 @ 1:28 pm
joy, happiness, excitement.
I was filled with delight when Kellin Quinn knocked on my door.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.08.2013 @ 6:23 pm
I felt compelled to move forward. I inched closer and closer to the edge of the bridge, every intent on jumping. Headlights came up behind me and I ignore them
“Lillie. Stop! Please.”
Even his voice couldn’t stop me. I was done. He approached me, cautiously running. He grabbed my arm and spun me around.
“Don’t do it. Don’t leave me. Ever!”
And then pouring down upon my lips was every feeling he’d ever had for me. And the rain continued falling, drenching us and soaking into our kiss of forever.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.04.2013 @ 6:16 am
I have the intent to do a lot of things. Like when people say: I intend to do this and that today but never get around to it. I may intend to take over the world, prevent world hunger, and make world peace, but its unlikely I will accomplish this alone in my life.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.03.2013 @ 7:57 pm
This aching pain which comes to those who seem to think or write too much. How ironic. It is a beautiful word but a horrible pain. I hope I never get it.
» Posted By Nikki On 06.24.2013 @ 8:20 pm
The closest two men can become is the moment when they both agree to sign into brotherhood. its a term that makes me think of knights and kings, fighting side by side, only referring to each other as … brother. Its very endearing, very sweet, and kind.
» Posted By Nikki On 06.02.2013 @ 10:07 pm
freefalling, down the slide and reach the bottom, lost, the park is empty but i don’t feel alone. the air is cold, the sun is hot though, i look at the sky and see the birds, they look like me.
» Posted By Nikki On 05.18.2013 @ 7:17 am
and its all dark again
and im crying, crying, crying
and i call my father on the phone
and he brings me home
and the crow on my windowsill
» Posted By nikki On 04.29.2013 @ 8:38 am
station. The bus pulled up and the doors swung open. I watched as all the other passengers climbed up the steps, paid the fee, and went to find their seats. The driver looked at me expectantly. I didn’t know what to do. Should I get on this bus, leave my home behind and go discover my dreams? Or should I stay here, stick with what was most familiar, and pick a new dream. A simpler dream.
I closed my eyes, picked up my bag, and made the first step towards the rest of my life.
» Posted By Nikki On 04.19.2013 @ 3:12 pm
i FELT SO PASSIONATE ABOUT HIM. he left pieces of paper in my hair. i looked into his eyes. he stared at my chest. he wrote poetry, i wrote pages of math homework. This guy is my boyfriend. We’ve been floating on for about two months now.
» Posted By Nikki On 04.13.2013 @ 8:10 pm
Like on a tree. Or the one’s outside the front door at home, climbing up the red brick on the right side of the garage. I cannot wait to go home. Summer at home, there’s nothing like it. The pool, the sunshine, the tan, the family, the patios, the laughs, the carefree
» Posted By nikki On 04.05.2013 @ 3:04 pm
the black plague. the bubonic plague. killed more people in history, isolated towns, cities, and whole groups of people. It is spreading a germ, a feeling, one word that makes people shutter. It is still here with racism, discrimination, and prejudice
» Posted By Nikki On 03.30.2013 @ 6:49 pm
The Lamb of God, she thought dizzily in the few moments before she fainted.
When she woke hours later, he–excuse her, He–was still standing, waiting patiently in her living room for an audience.
» Posted By Nikki On 03.05.2013 @ 6:20 am
As always, there were three knocks on the wide green door before Clyde let himself in, unannounced officially, but known to all by just this tendency. He was waving a dirty stack of newspapers, as he was also wont to do, easily excited by this political move or the next; but Sarah felt her heart drop as he stopped flailing for half a second and she found herself able to read the huge, bolded titles.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.28.2013 @ 6:24 am
Clara had not, in her life, had a lot of pleasant experiences with blood. This was probably a statement that could be made about any number of people–and, very likely, a disproportionately HIGH number of people–but she felt, on days like this, where red was all she could see, that a compelling argument could be made that she was a special case.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.27.2013 @ 6:33 am
He saw why they called her Bambi the first time he caught her engrossed in work. At the call of her name–her real one, that is–and a tap of the shoulder, she flinched, wrenching her head up from her stack of crinkled paper with eyes literally as wide as saucers. ‘Startled’ was not a dramatic enough word to describe it.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.26.2013 @ 6:22 am
She laughed silently at the wordplay. “Embellish,” it went; the decoration and essential fancification, pardon the fake word, of something, to make it grander and more impressive. But this was emBELLishing, literally. Every time she took a step or moved her head, the little silver bells braided into her hair trilled, and the ones sewn to the hem of her dress uttered a tinkling cacophony.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.25.2013 @ 6:35 am
A billion years ago before shaving is an obligation and sewing is a thing that happens, men and women sit in caves and draw on the walls in berry juice and blood, and wonder of the future; for all that their lives have yielded seems so insignificant.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.23.2013 @ 5:41 pm
His wings, when she ran her fingers over them, were not downy and dove-soft as she expected they might be. Instead they were smooth, leathery and tough to the touch; foreign and beautiful and completely unexpected. He must have seen the surprise on her face and felt the lingering in her touches, because he gave her a smile that was half amusement and half resentment. Right, she thought, FALLEN angel.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.22.2013 @ 7:48 am
His face was creased and brown, weathered into a coarse, gritty thing, like the red canyon rocks buffeted by harsh winds in the Midwest. And indeed, he was a harsh old rock buffeted by the winds that came along in life, and his honest, square face was life’s canvas.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.21.2013 @ 6:09 am
He grasped at the fruit as it dangled from the tree; foreign and exotic, the color of an indigo sunset, with its inexorable pull and tantalizing, dripping juice. He was distantly aware that this was possibly the worst decision he was ever going to make in his short and insignificant life, and he was strangely okay with that.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.19.2013 @ 12:06 pm
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Fatigue is the tiredness behind your eyes, when every blink is a call to sleep. It’s the sigh that leaves you as yet another task makes itself known within the whirlwind of activity that’s left you sapped and exhausted already. Fatigue is what grasps as your ankles and pulls you down, and what grips you in the chest and drags you under when the breath finally leaves your body in the very end.
» Posted By Nikki On 02.18.2013 @ 8:24 am