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I’m struck by the lightning bugs in my stomach, by the tingles that make themselves up my toes into my fingers and into my bones.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.12.2014 @ 3:52 am
Her necklace clasp was hard to open. She wanted me to put the necklace on for her, so that she could she herself with it on, but I it was stuck. A disappoint ment is what this necklace was. It’s all I’ve ever been.
» Posted By Brittany On 01.29.2014 @ 7:52 pm
I didn’t see how it was plausible at all for him and I to be together – we were from completely different worlds. I was a high school student, 16 years old and already cynical as hell, and he a nineteen year old basketcase.
» Posted By Brittany On 01.25.2014 @ 3:54 pm
Where did you derive from?
My life derived from you
And I know that, and have known that for as long as i remember because that is the first time I Discovered what my life was about… when I realized for the first time my life always felt Meaningful when I was with you
And I mean that
And I wonder if you would think the same if you were asked the question
I really hope you would, and hope that I wouldn’t have to hope I would; that I would just know
Because the worst feeling is feeling a certain way about someone, and they don’t return the Same amount of feeling
» Posted By Brittany On 11.26.2013 @ 11:28 am
how bout no.
fleeing is overrated anyways
» Posted By Brittany On 10.21.2013 @ 3:28 pm
Cinnamon rolls are a delight. They are warm, gooey and delicious. They make me guiltily happy. They are warm and make the house smell like cinnamon. They can also be a deterrence to actually eat something healthy for breakfast.
» Posted By Brittany On 07.08.2013 @ 3:24 pm
In spite of the war’s end, she feels a sense of emptiness. She licks her lips. Her body still aches from the Reaper assault. She thinks of her earlier decision to sacrifice all synthetics – the Reapers, EDI, the Geth – and understands her betrayal. She had promised them all, the Geth and EDI, a new future when she began her journey to vanquish the Reapers. She had only held fast to one fraction of her promise. Yes, she had written a new future for the galaxy by choosing to destroy them, yet it was a future that Geth and EDI would not see.
» Posted By Brittany On 06.17.2013 @ 4:30 pm
Neon lights flash up and down the strip. Layla gazes at them, trying to take it all in. She hasn’t felt like this since Hal left her. Enraptured, awed, and totally alive. She relished the feeling, but the nostalg
» Posted By Brittany On 05.29.2013 @ 5:40 pm
wooden boards at a kung-fu school
pencils in a students hand
» Posted By Brittany On 05.26.2013 @ 5:41 pm
she sang him a lullaby as he laid down to sleep. it was not a song for a child, but one of love and longing. to never let him go. and she kept singing, until he knew she would always be there.
» Posted By brittany On 05.19.2013 @ 6:09 pm
Leather and jean that’s made to look beat up but was probably custom made by a clean, lean French man. Maybe they’ve got the soul though, somewhere, tucked into a safety pin pocket.
» Posted By Brittany On 05.15.2013 @ 5:47 pm
wafters are those cookie things that brandon really likes they come in vanilla or strawberry i believe. they’re a common american dessert though i believe they’re native to another country. as native as a factory made dessert can be. they’re really tasty and light. brandon likes the strawberry ones.
» Posted By brittany On 05.22.2013 @ 7:35 pm
old lady young lady pretty and alone. she is poor, but content. a good mother. goes to church.
» Posted By brittany On 05.10.2013 @ 4:18 pm
We’ve all got stories. Some are more interesting than others, but I guess that really depends on the reader. Sharing stories can help people understand you better, but sometimes it’s just too scary to share.
» Posted By Brittany On 05.06.2013 @ 10:34 pm
Some people write stories just because. Other people actually have a story to tell. We all actually have stories to tell, but some are too difficult to share with others.
» Posted By Brittany On 05.06.2013 @ 8:37 pm
Dissolve solutes and soluables, right? Science class was always so difficult. Chemistry had to be the worst. I never knew how much would actually dissolve. I hated putting too much- it was just so messy.
» Posted By Brittany On 05.02.2013 @ 2:17 pm
You disolve into the visible world. No questions, no resistance. You follow the rules set before you because that is all you are shown. You think nothing of the possibilities beyond the mundane. Think. Think for yourself. Of all the things you could do in this world, most choose to do the easiest. the least. the most profitable. Not for love of the act its self, but of the profit it can generate. What about the dreamers, the believers, the thrill- seekers? These are who we should aspire after as a society. Not the greedy, power-hungry. But this can never be, we are sheep. This society only knows to follow, not to lead, think, or question. How can we inspire ourselves? How do we wake up from this fog of destitution?
» Posted By Brittany On 05.02.2013 @ 8:39 am
The chase ensued, winding through alleyways and streets. The nimble child dodged and evaded the grabbing hands of adults as he ran with his snatched fruit. Tonight, they would eat.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.30.2013 @ 6:34 pm
Perched at the edge, looking onto the distant valley that I had loved. The cliffs that surrounded me were not high enough to view every piece. Instead, they only offered a sad glance of what once was.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.19.2013 @ 3:51 pm
We are creatures of habit. We can’t afford to love. That’s what he told me as a single tear rolled down my cheek and I stepped back into the shadows, where our kind belonged. His light was too bring for my darkness.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.17.2013 @ 10:55 pm
A cloud of flour exploded from the mixer he turned it on. I watched from the door amused, as he quickly attempted to turn it off, only succeeding in speeding it up.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.06.2013 @ 12:05 pm
The bagel had only made it halfway to his mouth, which was now hanging open in an almost comical shape. The entire picture would have been completely hilarious if I hadn’t just told him I was pregnant.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.03.2013 @ 10:31 pm
the smudge on his nose was the most irksome thing about him. He seemed to completely ignore it, almost as if it wasn’t there. Which it was of course. And that was the one part he refused to fix.
» Posted By Brittany On 04.02.2013 @ 2:57 pm
And it just hit me. He was like a plague, I’d been swept away and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling like everyone always depicted for me. You can’t escape. There’s no exodus. You just suffer through it fantasizing about the opposite end of the spectrum.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.30.2013 @ 8:47 pm
A tornado of papers and school supplies seemed to form as you threw everything off of my desk in a fit of anger. All you could see was the color red and I was scared. Scared that you would turn your anger on something else.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.27.2013 @ 9:26 pm
destiny is such a tricky thing to predict. It changes and shifts around with the actions of the present. Your destiny can be anything. And you can be destined for anything.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.26.2013 @ 8:36 pm
Listening to music, but only following the words that run in circles through my head over and over. I’m glad for the time that we get, he said. What exactly does that mean for us, here and now? I’m so lost.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.24.2013 @ 2:52 pm
Beware the liars with their smiles of gold. Beware those who use you and leave you behind to cry. Beware those who tell you they love you. Because caution can save your heart and soul.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.21.2013 @ 4:33 pm
of anyone with drugs available. with anyone who is miserable. misery loves company, they all say. And that is just the truth. Beware of me. beware of you. Unfortunate incidences always involve drugs. unfortunate incidences end up with someone telling us to “beware.” but we never listen. beware of me. beware of you.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.20.2013 @ 8:46 pm
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The pained expression on her face as he told her the truth was enough to rip his heart out. That is, if he had actually had one. As it was, he felt something akin to remorse, but less. Almost how one might picture remorse having never felt it.
» Posted By Brittany On 03.19.2013 @ 2:25 pm