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credibility, do you have credibility, who’s to say what you should trust anymore. i dont’ even trust myself so should i trust him? he has his motives. he could be lying. but theres almost no way to tell. believe him would make things easier. like ripping the bandaid off. the pain makes your brain forget…
» Posted By Abigail On 05.05.2013 @ 10:52 am
vines stand bold and confident bursting at the seams of the ground. green and black, grapes and wine. vine stand bold and confident bursting at the seams of the ground.
» Posted By Abigail On 04.06.2013 @ 6:28 am
she looked out the window and saw her reflection. she didn’t remember why she was there, and felt nothing. isn’t this what she had wanted?
» Posted By abigail On 02.20.2013 @ 5:32 pm
sure assuring happy not confused a good shore to make clear to say yes want go to the mall? sure
its a good thing to be sure sure.
» Posted By Abigail On 12.31.2012 @ 7:13 am
The fire blazed, out of control. People ran as fast as they could. The heat spread through the town and let everyone know that trouble was abound. It spread from house to house, leaping between roofs.
» Posted By Abigail On 12.26.2012 @ 12:20 am
let me stand next to your fire
im sitting on the couch while a movie i could care less about plays. i can see the fire burning in the fireplace, however i feel none of the heat. my body quivers because i think of the cold im experiencing and i realize that i hate the cold
» Posted By abigail On 12.25.2012 @ 7:33 pm
methods are processes that you carry out on a daily basis. there are multiple methods to everything you do ie. waking up in the morning and bruhing your teeth
» Posted By Abigail On 12.09.2012 @ 11:48 pm
When I see the word ‘local,’ I think of my family and friends. I think of my small hometown and all of the great friends and memories that come with it. I also think of youth and innocence when I see the word ‘local’.
» Posted By Abigail On 11.26.2012 @ 12:24 pm
im trying to mention somthing to you or else somthing will happen to you
» Posted By abigail On 11.18.2012 @ 3:47 pm
she gave up her life for the arts.
i say that in the most literal sense.
most people say they gave up their lives for the arts because they sacrificed their money and future, but never their literal well-being.
that’s what she did.
she jumped in front of the bus.
off the bridge.
so they could paint the picture.
» Posted By abigail On 11.13.2012 @ 4:18 pm
somebody who was cloaked in black velvet, hair dripping down her shoulders like [insert simile here]
some body, some mass of flesh and blood
pale, sheepish, meek in complexion
» Posted By abigail On 11.12.2012 @ 10:02 pm
they gave themselves cake as the sat in the dining room
they didn’t eat the cake. it didn’t work that way.
they gave it to themselves because they knew that there were better days
better days when people didn’t have to think about things
days when people could have their cake and eat it too.
» Posted By abigail On 11.08.2012 @ 2:40 pm
What to do, what to do? She felt stuck, trapped, desperately looking for a quick fix, a cure, a solution.
» Posted By Abigail On 10.23.2012 @ 12:27 pm
He tried to claim that it was his but it wasn’t. It was mine and he was trying to take it. No! I wouldn’t let him.
» Posted By Abigail On 09.20.2012 @ 8:14 am
the porter walked from the room and into the dining hall, unaware that the lady he had just left was moments from death. he kept walking, sure of his certain demise, and passed through the kitchen, into the cellar, where he grabbed an apple and began to chew it
» Posted By Abigail On 08.18.2012 @ 12:58 pm
Substances could be anything. Anything could be a substance. This isn’t really that good of a word. In FACT it’s not even enjoyable to write about. I really don’t even want to write about THIS word. Substances. SAY WHAT? Time is almost up….so….bye.,,I guess.
» Posted By Abigail On 08.08.2012 @ 3:25 pm
hahaha. Strict.. fat but so kind. with glasses.. likes me in some ways..favorite.. LOL missing her already , so is my old school. :P that’s all. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
» Posted By Abigail On 07.30.2012 @ 1:27 am
The cabinet was riddled with holes and smelled of must. A rat scuddled out, and the doors hung by rusty hinges. The broken china cups and saucers remnants of long-forget past of elegant ladies and gentlemen at tea time sipping in leisure. The sitting room was dusty and an air of gloom and despair filled the spaces. Two pieces of tattered furniture were the only other things in the room besides the old cabinet.
» Posted By Abigail On 07.28.2012 @ 5:21 pm
I was running late and without my props. I grabbed a rubber mallet and black bible from the bin, nodding to Juliet, the prop master. I shuffled silently out onto the stage, the darkness of the scene change masking my hurried expression as I moved to my place. This was it, my one-line glory. The lights from the booms flashed on, glaring down, making sweat dribble down my powered face and back, the black robes of my costume billowing.
“The verdict is:”I breathed a second for dramatic effect and the answer the audience knew was coming, “guilt as charged. The prisoner shall serve life in prison.”Staged chaos ensued as I pounded the gavel down.
My part was played. As the scene ended no one congratulated me, back stage, no one even noticed I had been away from the green rooms with “Extras” labeled in harsh black lettering. I was of no consequence. I silently turned in my props back to Juliet, took of the heavy stage makeup, and exited the theatre.
» Posted By Abigail On 07.27.2012 @ 5:52 pm
One day at detention I was thinking ours so boring…I was starting at my pencil and twirling out around . I looked up at the television and the twin towers were being crashed into by an airplane. It was really tragic but at least I want bored any more.
» Posted By abigail On 07.06.2012 @ 8:49 pm
i use it to play tennis or badminton..its pretty coool ive been hit on the ehad by it alot…ive broken over 6 rackets in my life, lol and hit some of my friends with it too. ive totally dewired some of the rackets too… haha oh well its good stuff. its also means fighting.
» Posted By abigail On 06.10.2012 @ 5:28 pm
Turning like a light in the sky, beautiful as the wind in the boughs. She walks with the breath of life moving her through space. Floating. Floating across time and space. Take a light and shine it forever.
» Posted By Abigail On 03.24.2012 @ 5:24 pm
Black foul spittting throwing up from the earth it bubbles and draws us in with its seductive allure. it tricks us sweetly- we fail to open our eyes until its too late.
» Posted By Abigail On 01.07.2012 @ 5:50 pm
I love having my digital photos turned into prints at Walgreens. It’s as if the moment captured on the camera was brought to life and immortalized in the print. I wonder what people in the future will think when they look at our photos. Will our societal narcissism shine through ever so brightly?
» Posted By Abigail On 11.10.2011 @ 7:23 am
Profound is a funny word. It’s used too often. Not many things are profound. Not many people understand how vast knowledge is and how deep something has to be to be profound. It’s an interesting thing to think about.
» Posted By Abigail On 11.03.2011 @ 7:34 am
stacks makes me think about all of the rap songs that say stacks on deck .. like, what exactly does that mean? stacks of money? i would assume so.. because the only other type of stacks that i can think of are hay stacks.. and that’s not very exciting is it? stacks is an interesting word…
» Posted By abigail On 10.10.2011 @ 8:06 pm
The mystery of the night was inevitable. It was the darkness, it created more mystery than you or I. But when I looked into the stars reflected in your eyes, I knew the only way I could see you again was in this eternal night. But don’t worry. I promise to visit you in the day.
» Posted By Abigail On 10.08.2011 @ 8:26 pm
i see them fall, saunter slowly to the ground. but this is what i wanted right? i wanted them off, mywings clippede my freedombroken. I wantedto know what it was like to work for what i recieved or maybe i ma just a fool not to realize what i had to begin with maybe i didnt see how lucky i was
» Posted By abigail On 09.10.2011 @ 5:47 am
It was three o’clock in the morning when she finally got herself up from the concrete floor. She couldn’t help but think what happened last night. Maybe she should stay away from the bars more often.
» Posted By Abigail On 09.09.2011 @ 9:45 am
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It was a simple gesture that the young lady did but it changed the man’s life for the longest time. It’s so strange that people can change your perspective of the world by one sentence.
» Posted By Abigail On 08.31.2011 @ 9:36 am