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The lights were dim in the office. I could see the outline of my father over the back of the chair, scribbling furiously at the desk. I tiptoed closer to sneak a peak, trying in vain to be as quiet as I possibly could. I held my breath.
» Posted By Nikki On 11.29.2011 @ 8:06 am
He led her in to the darkened room. A small sliver of pale moonight was shining through the velvet curtains to reveal a smooth, marble coffin. She gasped. Was this to be her fate?
» Posted By Nikki On 11.28.2011 @ 7:49 am
He was waiting for her in the study. As she crossed the threshold, marking her doom, he sprang in to motion. She barely had time to scream. Teeth sunk into flesh as he drained her of her precious life. She never even saw it coming.
» Posted By Nikki On 11.23.2011 @ 9:13 am
She heard laughter echoing from the bottom of the stairs. It was so child-like and free. Her hands grazed the cold stone walls as she tentatively took her first step in to the blackness.
» Posted By Nikki On 11.22.2011 @ 9:18 am
That is a scary word. Alarmist. It shows someone who fears, who is alarmed or who alarms people. I actually have no idea what the word actually means, but I am assuming. That scares me. Alarms me even.
» Posted By Nikki On 11.06.2011 @ 12:04 pm
The tires squealed on the pavement, burning hot rubber and spinning uselessly as I tried to brake. It was a close call. Again. I seemed to be doing this a lot more lately, driving faster and faster and stopping only when I reached the edge of the lake. I wondered when I would stop caring, not stamp down on the brake pedal–and just keep going until I was at the bottom of the lake.
» Posted By Nikki On 11.05.2011 @ 12:10 pm
The warfare in countries. People killed. Familes not the same ever again. I don’t think it’s worth it. Not in the long run.
» Posted By Nikki On 10.17.2011 @ 7:59 am
trying to find something that is lost, a trooper. again looking for something. a person looking for some one.
» Posted By nikki On 10.14.2011 @ 9:19 pm
hot and makes clothes flat.
strong but rusts easily, though when treated can be stronger and last longer than any other metal.
nails. tough. strong. hammer. mix.
» Posted By Nikki On 10.10.2011 @ 7:48 am
i suppose i love clothes but i hug hoes and drugs glows thrust throws i dunk dro in stuff oh i rub so many objects together in order to run slow omg i suppose i could pose for sup but i know my nose is up in the air im driven with out a given care
» Posted By Nikki On 10.03.2011 @ 4:21 pm
i’m always concerned. but not for myself…just others. i want to make sure they’re okay. Sometimes i forgot that i have to be okay too…
» Posted By Nikki On 09.18.2011 @ 12:40 pm
Shootout? Like those old school cowboy movies. I never quite understood them. Like, why stand and perfectly time your little gun battle. Whatever happened to ‘you snooze you lose’. Something about the sacred nature of the moment I suppose. But still. It’s like rules for war. At the end of the day…
» Posted By Nikki On 09.17.2011 @ 7:46 pm
Account? Now I’m wondering how the different definitions of this word are linked. Like that matters. I guess I just want to write something important, something meaningful… Isn’t that the point? You can tell I’m an english student.
» Posted By Nikki On 09.15.2011 @ 4:31 am
Force. There are different types of forces. I can use force to hit people. I can use force to push and pull. It is interesting to see how force can be used. I can also use force to open an umbrella.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.25.2011 @ 11:12 pm
I will sink to the bottom of the pool when I swim just to act like I am drowning. I don’t want to drown. I just want to pretend like I am. Whats wrong with pretending? My dog would only sink if he jumped in the pool because he doesn’t know how to swim. Could I ever drown from pretending?
» Posted By Nikki On 08.22.2011 @ 12:04 pm
it’s filled me like a drug, a fatal poison. and i don’t know how to evade it. This feeling. Can you explain it? Because I can’t. I don’t know its tricks. I don’t know its ways. This love. Is that it?
» Posted By nikki On 08.22.2011 @ 3:11 am
poison appears in many different things. love, friendship, fast food, meat, television, radio, advertising, artwork, make-up. the poison of the mind.
» Posted By nikki On 08.21.2011 @ 2:28 pm
I have missed you so much. and I missed my target by missing you. I have missed my deceased relatives very much and have missed their smiling faces. I have miss talking to and seeing my papa. I have missed just hearing his voice. I have missed my objectives and goals. I have missed opportunities.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.19.2011 @ 7:44 pm
what is it to succeed? i haven’t succeeded in anything but getting my heart ripped up by those who wanted it. i don’t have anything left to give. i dont think i’m very successful and anything, really.
» Posted By nikki On 08.17.2011 @ 4:01 pm
All I ever wanted in life was to prosper. I was never good enough, never, though I tried so hard. They always expected so much of me–just one perfect grade, one solo, one lead in a play, but nothing. I was never, ever good-enough. Never.
It hurts, never being able to succeed for someone you want to impress the most–and that’s all I ever wanted, to succeed and impress them.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.17.2011 @ 3:38 pm
I repeat myself when people don’t understand; however, I hate doing so. I also hate asking people to repeat themselves–it makes me feel deaf and retarded. But I guess repeating is often necessary. I always have to ask someone to repeat their or someone else’s name because I don’t remember names well.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.17.2011 @ 9:35 am
I don’t understand you, it’s all too fuzzy. You keep talking, and talking, but the words don’t flow like they used to. I barely hear you screaming, what on earth are you saying? Are you okay? Are you functioning?
I no-longer understand you, what you want, what you mean to say, or what you need. Everything is a blur. Repeat yourself, please?
» Posted By Nikki On 08.16.2011 @ 12:23 pm
You keep repeating yourself, over and over again. When someone keeps going on, and on, and on, the words seem to lose their meanings; as if, no matter what you say, I won’t listen any longer.
I try and understand what you’re trying to tell me–what does it mean? Why are you saying this? Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? But I can’t. All you want is for me to change, and you go on and on about what I do wrong.
What am I doing wrong?
» Posted By Nikki On 08.16.2011 @ 12:20 pm
Thread falls of a spool like liquid, straight into a thin, sharp needle. This incredibly thin, sharp, silver stick penetrates fabrics, paper; virtually anything your little heart may desire. You can create clothing, or designs, embroidery–anything, can you imagine? By just one, little, coloured thread.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.15.2011 @ 6:57 pm
red house little pigs funny kid on in the middle. strong sturdy helpful colorful light yet heavy you can paint them and make them into great works of art. bricks are fun to use and decorate with…without them id have no home
» Posted By nikki On 08.08.2011 @ 3:44 pm
the level of beauty in the creature was so beyond phenomenal that my eyes filled with tears and the level of my heart rate almost set the blood of course in my body. my blood mixed with the skin and my heart was set on her.
» Posted By nikki On 08.03.2011 @ 7:43 pm
Boiling. Interesting word. You know what’s more interesting? The fact the websit”TIe is broken for me. It doesn’t wait 60 seconds to tell me times up, the page just automatically loads with the “Times up!” thing at the bottom. Then it keep making the cursor stop and kicking me to the bottom of the page, making it nearly impossible to write. I was fine with it the first few times it happened. Now I’m just frustrated.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.02.2011 @ 11:50 am
Wings. I always wanted wings, ever since I was a small child. I write about the, read about them, study them, dream about them. I would give almost anything to have wings. To feel that a surge of lift in the warm air currents, to soar above cities at night.
Getting places quickly would be pretty nice too.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.31.2011 @ 6:18 pm
I am amused. It’s a sly smile.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.28.2011 @ 3:03 pm
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I don’t like band. I would never be in band, unless I had to choose between band, and oh, I don’t know, choir. I’m not musically inclined. I also don’t like marching. Or looking nerdy in front of a football stadium filled with my peers. Dance team? Sure. Cheerleading? Eh. Band? No. The only thing worse is flag twirling or whatever the hell they do out there. I like foods and language and art, electives like that. Anyway, I don’t have friends in band. Okay, maybe two or three.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.27.2011 @ 8:44 pm