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reporter

Nobody likes an inaccurate reporter. A reporter is meant to be a solid source of information; an accurate, precise and reliable informant of event. Because that’s what a reporter is. A glorified informant.

» Posted By Beth On 05.31.2012 @ 6:20 am

earring

earrings are very pretty
very shiny
very beautiful
it’s very awesome
soooo awesome!
awesome
pretty
glamourous
gargantuan
awesome
pretty
beautiful
glamourous
awesome
awesome
awesome
awesome

» Posted By beth On 04.18.2012 @ 6:26 am

exquisite

The first thing I think of is food.
Exquisite tender French Food. I tried liver cooked at home yesterday and it was alright.
But I bet if I go to France they would have ‘exquisite’ duck liver that will melt me in seconds.
I cannot wait until I get a chance to go to Paris, France.

To enjoy the ambiance.
To enjoy the company that I am with.

» Posted By Beth On 03.25.2012 @ 12:25 am

“Wow, she is just exquisite!”
“Forget her, what about the dress?”
“Who’s looking at the dress?”
“Enough you two,” interjected Margaret “does the dress make the cut?”
“Hmmm…I’m not so sure.” Replied James.
Mark made a faugh bored yawn & settled down into just looking at the models and dreaming.

» Posted By beth On 03.24.2012 @ 6:16 pm

residue

The residue on the bottom of my shoe was pink not unlike bubble gum
but when i pushed my nose towards the splotch it realized it wasnt gum at all but a putrid sticky stench not human or manmade
it was something all together different….

» Posted By beth On 03.24.2012 @ 8:25 am

pattern

A good mix of lines that show art

» Posted By beth On 03.16.2012 @ 7:17 am

when lines are put together nicely. In pretty/creative way.

» Posted By beth On 03.16.2012 @ 7:13 am

A pattern is a way that lines are put together in a good nice way.
like a quilt .

» Posted By beth On 03.16.2012 @ 7:11 am

pattern is a shape that makes people be creative.

» Posted By beth On 03.16.2012 @ 7:08 am

when I think of a pattern I think of a cool mess of lines.

» Posted By beth On 03.16.2012 @ 7:05 am

petition

rule eosigrule somethinning it ple

» Posted By beth On 03.14.2012 @ 6:15 am

gourmet

Nancy really thought she had a winner here. Open a ‘gourmet donut shop” and all would pan out. She had her recipes in place, delicious things, like caramel chocolate chip, decadent coconut, lemony sprite.

» Posted By beth On 03.10.2012 @ 6:10 pm

A gourmet cook is a perosn who can create rather than regurgitate recipes. They know how to combine different flavor profiles to achieve the best result. They do not rely on recipes taken from others or family lore

» Posted By beth On 03.10.2012 @ 5:51 pm

The steamy, juicy chicken melted in her mouth.
“Cut!” called the director, “that’s a wrap”.
She spat it out into the strategically placed bin under the styrofoam counter.
“Thank God”, she muttered.

» Posted By Beth On 03.10.2012 @ 3:00 pm

brunch

It wasn’t even Sunday…for God’s sake, if you are going to ask people to breakfast at 8:00 am on a Wednesday, what right do you think you have to call it brunch? Heaven help me, I am going to throttle my Mother in Law before this is over.

» Posted By Beth On 03.08.2012 @ 5:34 pm

demonstration

I wanted to like him. Up until then, I did like him.

» Posted By beth On 03.08.2012 @ 5:20 am

swing

The playground at night
We really shouldn’t be here
It’s too late
But it’s so fun and freeing to just swing
Too old to enjoy this so much
Giggling like we are little kids again
My hair flying in the wind as we swing
At the school playground After midnight

» Posted By Beth On 03.06.2012 @ 8:48 pm

It gave me one more twist…that was as tight as it would go. I lifted my toes from the ground and let it happen. The swing spun me fast enough to force my eyes closed…but not enough to force you out of my thoughts.

» Posted By Beth On 03.06.2012 @ 7:53 pm

Swinging is a taste of freedom. It is the closest a child can get to flying. It gives us hope that someday we can reach forever and we will not depend on others forever. It is release from the expectations of earth and entrance into the spacious kingdoms of imagination build by children with their heads in the clouds.

» Posted By beth On 03.06.2012 @ 2:19 pm

town

I never left. All those years dreaming of the world and the difference I would make in it…I never left.
Turns out, you were the difference I made. And I love this town.

» Posted By Beth On 03.05.2012 @ 5:12 am

god, i can’t wait to get out of this town. it’s so small. so insanely small. i’m surrounded by fields of dead grass, enslaved cows, and nothing else. i miss the city.

» Posted By beth On 03.04.2012 @ 9:12 pm

city. small towns. they’re so different aren’t they? in ways, yes. but the people, the people in them don’t change – in the city, there’s just more of them. more annoying bastards. more nosey people. more of everything – culture, food, music, things to do. even though i hate people, god, I love the city.

» Posted By Beth On 03.04.2012 @ 9:05 pm

sweat

It never even occurred to her until today. Why would she spend so much time on the Goddamned treadmill when all she got was more sweat? Hot flashes already filled that role in her life. Who needed more misery?

» Posted By Beth On 03.04.2012 @ 7:17 am

weave

entangled in a woven net the girl struggled. The half fish woman had been stuck since sunset and was only getting further woven inside the net.

» Posted By Beth On 03.02.2012 @ 4:25 pm

popcorn

pop pop popping all over the place when you take the lid off! Buttery rich wth corase sea salt, rustled up in a paper bag with grease stains blotching the bottom.

» Posted By beth On 02.26.2012 @ 6:54 pm

salty, crunchy, butter. sticks in my teeth,
share with a friend,
memories of my mom
one smell and you want

» Posted By Beth On 02.26.2012 @ 11:37 am

loss

The word loss brings up images of my parents. That is and was a huge loss for me. It serves to remind me that we are only on this earth for a brief while. I don’t look forward to the loss of many other loved ones, but it does bring me comfort knowing where they are going.

» Posted By beth On 02.24.2012 @ 3:57 am

I lost my Dad in 2009. The physical loss is not as great as the connection that is lost. The hug when we parted, the laugh, the way he liked the smell of Christmas cookies baking. You don’t really know what is lost until time passes from the moment of the physical loss.

» Posted By Beth On 02.24.2012 @ 3:35 am

ants

ants in my pants feel icky
ants in my plants are tricky
ants in my garden are picky
ants in my house are snicky

» Posted By beth On 02.17.2012 @ 6:10 am

epic

I think that epic people are really epic because that’s what epic people do. Epic is the best kiind of word to yuse because it is epic. and you knoe epicness is epic. I like trains. Trains are epic. so are tomatoes and potatoes. f;sdibgqweribgeq epic.

» Posted By Beth On 02.02.2012 @ 12:55 pm

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