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it beats hard in his chest in place of his heart, he’s lost and confused and nothing could ever be the same.

He’s lost Cas and now he’s lost his mind. There’s nothing that he can think about that doesn’t lead back to one single thought.

He is alone and he is lost.

» Posted By Becky On 03.10.2014 @ 6:13 pm


Goosebumps cover my skin as I walk outside in my seven layers of clothes. There are no leaves on the trees, no sounds from the roads, and definitely no other people out and about. I’m alone, solitary, distant. I wrap myself in my scarf and continue my journey…Is it an abyss? Is it the future? Is it the past? I don’t know, but I can’t feel it anymore.

» Posted By Becky On 03.01.2014 @ 8:15 am


“Don’t think about, Rachel. You’ll be glad you did it.” Amy smiles as her 5 year old sister calls the owner of the wallet that she had found. She takes her sisters hand in her own and together they walk up to what the man had said was his house. The man compensates them for their time and gives them a thank you in the form of 25 dollars for Amy, and 50 for Rachel. There had been 1,000 dollars in the wallet, though…

» Posted By Becky On 02.20.2014 @ 5:25 pm


“There was a woman,” I thought to myself. She was not one to be trifled with. She had a very stern way about her. Very thin lips, and frown lines on her forehead. She meant business. The thought of my encounter with her frightened and intrigued me at the same time.

» Posted By Becky On 02.17.2014 @ 10:58 pm


Often its how people view you based on what they see or hear, not what they witness for themselves. It’s what we choose to call ourselves because we want to fit in to something so desperately. We wear our clothes, and dye our hair, and write our stories to show people who we are: but we lie, and we lie, and we hide the truth because at the end of the day nobody wants a label. Nobody really wants to be defined.

» Posted By Becky On 02.13.2014 @ 5:56 pm


Christmas time. Presents are bunched under the wonderfully lit Christmas tree, bows and ribbons sparkling from the lights. Voices are heard throughout the busy house as people converse over a delicious pot luck. Foods such as honey ham, macaroni and cheese, potato salad, lasagna, and several desserts lined the countertops. The snow falls softly on the cars outside, the roads blending into the rest of the ground.

» Posted By Becky On 06.26.2013 @ 4:35 pm


There was a butterfly at the mall but it went undetected. it was so lovely yet no one ever saw it. it went undetected in manly places other than just that mall though. even by the flowers. it was on a flower yet the flower didn’t notice. This made the butterfly very sad because it just wanted to be loved and noticed.

» Posted By Becky On 06.08.2013 @ 5:12 pm


The pictures were scattered on the glass coffee table, a collage of memories laid out before the elderly woman. She peered through her spectacles as she tried to sort the events in chronological order, although they themselves were muddled pile in her brain.

» Posted By Becky On 06.05.2013 @ 8:03 pm


My life would be so much easier if I would simplify it. I need to get rid of so much stuff. I even have dreams about clearing out the clutter, but I don’t do it. Things are much easier when you don’t make them difficult. When you just go with the flow, things are much less likely to cause you stress. I did hate the word simplify when we did fractions as a kid.

» Posted By Becky On 05.08.2013 @ 6:53 pm


So sweet and cute as it lay in the grassy field, I want to cuddle it and then cry into it’s soft fur. I already love it.

» Posted By Becky On 03.04.2013 @ 12:47 pm


Old, broken down, sad, like you want to help it, but there is no way to help it. Upsetting. Cold, wet, snowy, or hot and burned. Weather vane. Lots of bad weather has happened on it. Trees, and things like that.

» Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:54 pm

Old, broken down, sad, like you want to help it, but there is no way to help it. Upsetting. Cold, wet, snowy, or hot and burned. Weather vane.

» Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:52 pm


» Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:50 pm


» Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:50 pm

Old, broken down. Like it has been there for a long time. Weather vane. Wet, snowy, icy,cold, hot, burned.

» Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:49 pm


She flailed her arms as if to stop herself, or slow herself. Her hair blew out wildly behind her. But she didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. She just kept falling.

She wouldn’t remember reaching the ground.

» Posted By Becky On 02.18.2013 @ 9:52 pm


you get big large huge annoying growing pains hurt

» Posted By Becky On 02.08.2013 @ 5:56 pm


step step. I hear the patter of footsteps up my stairs
knock knock. I hear the loud, forceful rap of knuckles against my door
hello ma’am. is your mother at home?
no. she is dead.
oh. an uncomfortable look. is your father at home?
step step. I hear the patter of footsteps down my stairs.

» Posted By becky On 02.07.2013 @ 2:31 pm


Everyone’s size is different, and yet it has virtually the same impact on us all. Whether we are too short, that illusive thing they call “average”, or too tall, we all feel like the grass is greener on the side we can’t see over, or the one some can step across. Whether we are too large and being judged whenever we take a bite, or too skinny and food is shoved down our throats, very few people, if anybody, is fully satisfied with their size. But size doesn’t dictate who we are. Size only matters in matters of the heart.

» Posted By becky On 01.15.2013 @ 7:52 pm


the master of the universe is everything that is right with life, without a master everyone would collapse into nothing and fail to exist. without life what would we be. we need direction to guide us to the better choices in life, and this is what a master gives us

» Posted By becky On 01.11.2013 @ 10:02 am


Amount to something. Amount to something great.

» Posted By Becky On 01.02.2013 @ 5:15 pm


I don’t know…broadcast…I watch a lot of tv it seems these days. I don’t really try to, I guess I just have too much time on my hands. I don’t really have a favorite show, I just watch whatever is on…that’s probably not very healthy. I should go outside. Broadcast…hm. This is hard.

» Posted By Becky On 12.09.2012 @ 12:04 am


It was the end, and the beginning, and she couldn’t be happier that it was gone. It was all in the past. Now was the time to move on from there.

She smiled as she walked by her abusive ex.

» Posted By Becky On 11.28.2012 @ 7:41 pm


Society is full of hurry. People rushing from home to work, work to home and never stopping to take the time to appreciate. From office to office or from home to school, people never take the time to stop and think or look and enjoy what’s around them or the people they are surrounded by.

» Posted By Becky On 02.13.2013 @ 2:24 am


We do them in school
Les Miserables
Fun, hard to do without a lot of people
they do

» Posted By Becky On 02.10.2013 @ 2:24 pm


I was raised in a family of sign posts. We weren’t rich but we were happy. I was born a stop and remained that way until my late teens, my siblings sometimes teased me for it but i knew who i was. My parents were ‘hippies’, they changed signs almost every week and usually to some obnoxious vintage car number plate, sometimes people stared at us when we went on our annual road trips but we just laughed at them and rolled on. Those memories are the best that I possess anymore

» Posted By Becky On 10.18.2012 @ 12:15 pm


One claims to be happy more often than one actually is happy. It’s hard to be truly carefree and happy, but when it happens you know. It’s those fleeting moments looking up at the stars or drifting to sleep in the back of a familiar car. It’s simple things that make you happy, and we need more of them.

» Posted By Becky On 10.08.2012 @ 10:28 am


The leaves that littered the sidewalk came in various stages of color, light, decomposition. Some were torn and browned, stomped on by thousands of feet thus far, almost a slick paste on the wet, gray sidewalk. Others still contained a second hue in addition to the brown. A remnant, a ghost of the oranges and yellows and vibrant reds that had filled them to the brim before they drifted down on the wet air. And then on top, those that fell last night. The snow would be coming soon and all the colors would be replaced by the white and the gray and the dirt and the wet. But now, in the chill, before the death had come completely, now there was still a bit of color to be seen

» Posted By Becky On 10.04.2012 @ 10:55 am


I didn’t know that one could combine love with such melancholy. I had no idea it could taste so bittersweet. I didn’t like the taste, the texture in my mouth. The sadness oozed its way into my lungs, making me cough up sickness. I poured this sickness into your life’s cup so you could taste the sad, the tears. What a poor combination.

» Posted By Becky On 10.02.2012 @ 8:41 pm


Help I’m dying, or my spirit is dying.. my hope is dying.. the little piece of me that reminds me of a long-forgotten time when I used to hope, it’s fragile as a candle and I’m sucking out the oxygen with my fucked-up choices and impurity. I’m killing my own hope, with my choices. Somebody help me, please. Please. I

» Posted By Becky On 09.27.2012 @ 10:04 am

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