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We have become so tuned into digital things that we hardly know what to do without them. Who picks up a pen and writes a letter today? Who can count back change? These things are being lost and that’s not good. Simplicity is best.
» Posted By Becky On 03.28.2011 @ 7:11 pm
The audience was spellbound. The performance of Swan Lake was breathtaking. No one moved. The music and dancers took them to another world. It was a standing ovation performance.
» Posted By Becky On 03.27.2011 @ 7:35 pm
The setting had to be structured. How would you be able to do an experiment in utter chaos? Honestly some people know nothing. She carefully poured from one beaker to the other. Please let this work. I need this to find the cure.
» Posted By Becky On 03.25.2011 @ 11:14 am
The fabric was woven with her favorite colors. She wondered what she could make with it. Would it be a dress, suit, or something totally different? She loved the feel of fabric. It’s why she chose to work with ito begin with
» Posted By Becky On 03.24.2011 @ 11:22 am
I am sure that things will work, however I am keeping all options open. I do not want to have any trouble. The house will be sold and I will move on. Just to where is the question. I am undecided right now. I will find the perfect place for me. No snow and warm weather.
» Posted By Becky On 03.23.2011 @ 11:18 am
I am sure that things will work, however I am keeping all options open. I do not want to have any trouble. The house will be sold and I will move on. Just to where is the question. I am undecided right now
» Posted By Becky On 03.23.2011 @ 11:17 am
He approached her with trepidation. Would she want him after all these years? Had he made a mistake contacting her? The flowers in his hand shook. Then she turned and smiled. The smile reached all the way to his heart.
» Posted By Becky On 03.22.2011 @ 11:27 am
Wanted. I want to be wanted. I have this idea that I’m wanted by someone out there somewhere; that I am someone’s perfect someone. The one they’ve always wanted.
» Posted By Becky On 03.18.2011 @ 4:42 pm
time stopped as I pulled Harry’s magic wand out and used it to immobilize it’s owner. I like him, I really do but frankly, I’d rather see more about the bad guys sometimes. Or the in-between guys. Like Snape. He’s awful but I love him more than any other character because you’re just not supposed to love him.
» Posted By Becky On 03.13.2011 @ 7:55 pm
I live in Miami Beach. I don’t own scarves.
» Posted By Becky On 03.12.2011 @ 7:00 am
“I need you to be specific. What was he wearing? Was he tall, short? Please, try to remember everything you can.”
I tried to remember the details, but my mind was fuzzy – like the dancing of black and white on a tv screen with no cable. The only thing that filled my mind was the putrid scent of the alcohol on his breath and the sting I felt after he slapped my face and told me to give him everything I had.
» Posted By Becky On 03.02.2011 @ 7:13 pm
The time we set for chatting was specific. We would meet at 10pm his time. He would take his laptop to bed and fall asleep as we chatted. It was the most romantic thing I’d ever done. He told me about his day and I would tell him about mine.
» Posted By Becky On 03.02.2011 @ 7:09 pm
A basic pair of dark wash jeans is a great asset to any wardrobe. A t-shirt, pair of dark wash jeans, and a zip-up hoodie paired with almost any type of Nike shoe is great for a day look. Want to dress it up? Leave the jeans on and switch out the t-shirt, hoodie, and Nike’s for a fitted, feminine blouse, tailored jacket, and a pair of stunning pumps for an evening out.
» Posted By Becky On 03.02.2011 @ 7:56 am
I sat in my car. The garage doors were closed. I wanted to escape. I needed it. As I put my keys into the ignition, I noticed the keychain my grandma gave me when I got my first car. It said – Jesus loves you. For some reason I broke down. I didn’t understand it, but somehow I felt hopeful. I couldn’t turn the car on. I just sat there and cried, hoping Jesus could see my broken heart. I think He did.
» Posted By Becky On 02.27.2011 @ 11:42 am
Each of the tables were set with crisp, white linens and an arrangement of orchids. Grandma loved orchids. They reminded her of the time she spent with Grandpa in the Pittsburgh Conservatory marveling over the exotic birds, butterflies, and flowers.
» Posted By Becky On 02.25.2011 @ 5:27 pm
I stood in the barber shop waiting to shave off the beard I had been growing for 20 years. My wife hated it, but it was a part of me. Maybe this is my way of commemorating her memory. Maybe I just wanted to make her happy one last time. I wish I had let it go before she left me. It would have saved us a lot arguments. It’s my only regret.
» Posted By Becky On 02.24.2011 @ 11:29 am
I sat on the cold, green metal of the bench trying to make out the graffiti letters with my fingertips while waiting for the bus to come. My red polka-dot umbrella did little to keep my shoes from getting wet.
» Posted By Becky On 02.23.2011 @ 8:12 pm
I sat on the bench waiting for the bus to come. My red, polka-dot umbrella did little to keep the rain from soaking my shoes.
» Posted By Becky On 02.23.2011 @ 11:41 am
i left my body outside
it was my outlet
it was my pride
and my passion
its exactly who i was in my time
» Posted By becky On 02.21.2011 @ 9:58 pm
I just did this, but I’ll do it again. I need an outlet sometimes. Somewhere to get my thoughts out. I’m sure there are a lot of other things that I could be writing about, but I choose to write about an outlet for my anger and frustration. I hate when I have to use other people as outlets, because sometimes they give me advice I don’t want to hear. I hope I don’t do the same to other people, even though I’m pretty sure I might.
» Posted By Becky On 02.21.2011 @ 6:18 pm
This tangled web we weave makes my mind go in webs.
This web we form together makes my heart go in circles.
The circles my heart follows makes my mind go insane.
Therefore, we make me crazy!
» Posted By Becky On 02.17.2011 @ 7:51 pm
wool is soft, light, and sometimes comforting. it is used for many things and animals have the ownership of it.
» Posted By Becky On 02.17.2011 @ 6:19 am
brown, wrapper, shiny wrapper. melts in your mouth, gooey, tastey, warm, cookies, frothy, hershey’s, peanut butter, the movie, tasty, cure-all, happy
» Posted By becky On 02.15.2011 @ 7:55 pm
When consumed in large quantities, chocolate will make you fat. Some people say it gives you pimples, but I don’t know if I believe that.
» Posted By Becky On 02.14.2011 @ 7:40 pm
The lips of steel are around the swirling lights and I can’t fight what I’ve always wanted. You can’t save me, there’s no place I’d rather be and I’ve been running for so long. Don’t you see the stage was made for me? I can’t complete what I need to be if you don’t hear the microphone.
» Posted By Becky On 02.14.2011 @ 8:13 am
How are you supposed to know whether the person you are dating is the one? I mean, isn’t it hard to find one of the the six billion people in the world that actually likes your baggage and your not-so-perfect frame? This is the first guy I dated! It is like finding a needle in a haystack. Did I do it?
» Posted By Becky On 02.12.2011 @ 7:29 am
The red pill or the blue pill? Down the rabbit-hole or back?
» Posted By Becky On 02.06.2011 @ 1:43 pm
My friends don’t understand why I call the TV controller the channel flipper. I don’t know why I do either, but it just seems to work.
» Posted By Becky On 02.05.2011 @ 9:54 pm
this seems to be the only word that ever comes up on this site. strange. anyway, as i said, monkey wrench. sounds like wretch, or wren. silent ‘w’. i don’t really know what a wrench does. the font is purple; i wonder what you guys do w/ these responses. yup…………………………………………………………………………………..
» Posted By becky On 02.03.2011 @ 1:51 pm
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The rocket lifted up, higher and higher. They didn’t know where they were going, not really. But they were off. Now the last booster fired, carrying them into what might be humankind’s greatest adventure ever. The search for a new planet had been talked about by writers for years.
» Posted By Becky On 02.03.2011 @ 4:58 am