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So I stand there – broken and disoriented. All the work I had given to this home: every tear and bead of sweat and ounce of love.
It is gone, completely gone.
I built the home with a labor that I thought would last a lifetime. However, the cracks in the walls seem to mirror my own personal collapses.
» Posted By Becky On 08.09.2011 @ 6:43 am
the bulb of the tulip flashed with a glowing light that shone like a beacon through the dark night. It showed him the way home. The boy was always thankful of the tulip that showed him the way. He kept it and showed it to his son his son’s son, the tulip bulb was forever helping the boy’s family to find their way.
» Posted By Becky On 08.07.2011 @ 9:27 am
managers. they are tough. strict. focused. i dont know why i am supposed to write about a manager though… i know they are in charge and must be on top of everything so the store can continue functing correctly.
» Posted By becky On 08.04.2011 @ 3:45 pm
makes sure tables are flat so your card castles wont blow over so easily
next level in a videogame
level-headedness is key in videogames
» Posted By Becky On 08.03.2011 @ 10:10 pm
there were roots running throughout the backyard from the oak tree. It had been chopped down the previous summer, but the roots spread from one corner of the yard to the other. When she saw it, she remembered tripping over the root while running into the house the day she was accepted at Chilton.
» Posted By Becky On 08.01.2011 @ 6:46 pm
Thunder kinda scares me but mostly it’s just fun to look at. I guess it’s kinda sexy. My brother is randomly singing next to me about “shining” and stuff and it’s kinda weirding me out. I sorta wonder if he’s going to stop, “I can, I can, I can, I can get it right,” he says it’s from Happily Ever After, I hated that movie.
» Posted By Becky On 07.26.2011 @ 11:42 am
I was very sick the day before we were supposed to go on vacation. I was laying in bed the morning before that and could not get out. My head was spinning and my toes were cold. I could not lift my head without the pressure of what felt like 100 pounds sitting on top. My girlfriend was worried and called the doctor. The doc said to take a daytime cold medicine. Keep a cold rag on my head and relax for the day.
» Posted By Becky On 07.24.2011 @ 11:20 am
A trophy can be as simple as the feeling of victory in the back of your mind. a diploma, or even a paycheck. everyone percieves tropys as a sigh you won. but thats not it at all. trophys mark acheivements and stepping stones in ones life.
» Posted By BEcky On 07.18.2011 @ 10:41 pm
I have noticed that a lot of the people I was close with turned out to be very mean people. I really didn’t try to change like you say i did. You just gave up so easily on me. It’s not entirely my fault we’re not friends anymore. You are to ignorant to see that, though. Just calm down.
» Posted By Becky On 07.11.2011 @ 10:27 am
this is a word that means you anticipate something in either the short or long term depending on the situation. To be expected of something can be a hard thing, it can put a lot of pressure on you and others sometimes however it can be enjoyed.
» Posted By Becky On 07.10.2011 @ 7:37 am
Her braid swung back and forth down her back as she ran for her life away from the man in the mask. He was trying to scalp her and her beautifully braided hair had attracted his attention.
» Posted By Becky On 07.01.2011 @ 7:58 pm
Antlers. They’ve legit become the sign of hipsterhood. I like them and I don’t care if something is ‘hipster’ or not. If it’s cute, I’m gonna wear it. Call me whatever you want. I’ve got an elephant bracelet on right now, bitches. Yeah. Antlers. They’re cool though. I can dig it.
» Posted By becky On 06.25.2011 @ 3:46 pm
I’ve failed my math class twice. It’s just so hard, I can’t stand it. It’s for my Education major. And it isn’t even necessary for I want to do. I’ve tried so hard, and I just can’t seem to do any better. I’m trying one more time this fall. We’ll see.
» Posted By becky On 06.24.2011 @ 5:51 pm
i wonder if we will stay together. wondering gets people in trouble because they forget about the real world. but it also makes for creating possibilities. wondering gets my mind off hard times. i wonder why no one will believe me and for once put their faith into me. no one listens. ever. i wonder what the point is. the point
» Posted By Becky On 06.17.2011 @ 6:30 pm
trains are so empowering and they are so strong. when one rides on a train they feel powerful and happy while and empowered. I hope that some day will be able to ride on a train
» Posted By Becky On 06.15.2011 @ 1:34 pm
what you get backed into. where people out you when they lack the ability to decide for themselves. they back you into the corner. you know both sides of the story and there’s nothing you can do to help either side. you’re in the corner. you know everything, and can do nothing.
» Posted By Becky On 06.08.2011 @ 8:05 pm
I painted the giant three-story house with its three levels of deck. I started on one end and just kept painting my way around without ever stopping. As soon as I got all the way around it was time to start over again.
» Posted By Becky On 06.06.2011 @ 6:18 pm
Ew. I mean, maybe not ew, persay. Maybe it’s just bleh. It looks cute on some people, I guess, but those are usually the really tall, skinny girls. Or really hot men. Yum. The rest of us, well, we’re outta luck. Too many boxes for us squares.
» Posted By Becky On 06.06.2011 @ 2:33 am
I turned the dial, trying to find the station. Static. Nothing but static. How was I going to find out what was going on? It was dark outside, darker than normal without the street lights. Until 2 hours ago, you could hear the agonizing sounds of terror. Now, all was silent, except for the static of the radio.
» Posted By Becky On 06.03.2011 @ 1:04 pm
I once rode in a limo. I had gotten off a plane, and my room mate had surprised me with one to ride in to my hotel. The man driving it was old and creepy looking. He had some sort of accent. He was a lively man though, talking to me the whole ride.
» Posted By Becky On 06.02.2011 @ 4:15 pm
i use a backpack every day when i go to school. i used to have this purple backpack that had my initials on it. i loved that backpack to death. had to get a new one for college, kind of representative of the transitions happening in my life. backpacks remind me of traveling, of long car rides with my family, airports and bus stations. fitting in as many fun things to do during the ride as possible.
» Posted By becky On 06.01.2011 @ 5:00 pm
I was sitting there, sipping my champagne. I was in my flawless red gown, slit up the side to mthe middle of my thigh, with my sheek black vera wang heels. I was looking upon this montage in front of me in my complete astoundment. It was a beautiful work of art, and no doubt that i had to have it. I approached the artist, and tapped him on the back. he turned, and stood looking upon me as if he was surprised i had approached him. Then i saw it- the glistening hazel eyes, the gorgeous abundance of black slick hair- this was my fiance from four years ago- the one who had left me to pursue his dreams in Paris.
» Posted By Becky On 05.31.2011 @ 1:34 pm
Torch bearer. Bringer of light. Don’t get burned by seeing only what is illuminated by your light. Don’t be blinded by your own perspective. let the light shine far and wide to new perspectives.
» Posted By Becky On 05.25.2011 @ 12:17 pm
Cat like thief she stole air from my lungs.
» Posted By becky On 05.23.2011 @ 11:20 pm
Whenever I hear this word I think of my good friend from when I was little who told me about the mole on his left butt cheek. To this day it still makes me smile and giggle. What a crazy guy…
» Posted By Becky On 05.18.2011 @ 8:02 pm
this makes me think about nate and wtf he is thinking. im curious about what he wants and where things are going to go. its majority of what has been on my mind today and im sick of being so damn curious. so i basically hate this word right now cuase im sick of this feeling and just want to know.
» Posted By Becky On 05.16.2011 @ 10:22 pm
Her curiosity got the best of her and she peeked around the corner. As the vomit reached the corners of her mouth she immediately regretted her decision. The smell was enough. It washed over her when she turned around the corner and coated the inside of her nostrils. It was putrid. The tangy and metallic smell of blood misted the air with a rosy pink. She scrubbed and washed and waited for the smell of recent death to cleanse itself from her nasal passage, but much like death, it could not be eradicated. It stayed and plagued all good smells for her from then on. All because of her damn curiosity.
» Posted By Becky On 05.16.2011 @ 8:31 pm
She had hoped to never be forgotten. Her mind screamed it as she was taken down like an animal and cut with their unforgiving blades. And as they threw her away into the dirt her bones still screamed the same message. Yearning to be heard by anyone who would listen to the silent screams of a dead girl long forgotten.
» Posted By Becky On 05.15.2011 @ 10:58 pm
The white lines scared her skin, shining bright warning signs at anyone who saw them. The lines long forgotten by her friends and parents. The lines still etched her skin and every time she traced her finger over them the razor dug deeper until the white bone shined through the gaping flesh. Blood dripping onto the white tile. She traced the blood with her finger tips. The crimson painting a beautifully painful scene.
» Posted By Becky On 05.15.2011 @ 10:55 pm
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The moon was glowing between our footsteps. Somehow connecting our steps with a unified purpose. We ran, but no one heard. We ran far, far away from whatever it was we were each running away from. The fear connected us. It made us friends. It made us understand each other in a way no one else could. The fear pushed us forward causing the silver moonlight to trace our steps even closer together.
» Posted By Becky On 05.12.2011 @ 6:50 pm