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The truth is fluid. it shifts and melts and refolds itself around the situations and the memories. No one knows what the truth really is. And no one ever will. The truth is a lie. and all lies have some truth within them.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.18.2013 @ 5:45 pm

Will searched for the truth often. It was something that he found to be incredible elusive, as he was as far from the personification of the truth as one could get…or was he? Behind his mask was someone who, although seemed the epitome of drama and flare, was actually very unsure of himself. He hid behind his facade like it was a lie.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.18.2013 @ 11:40 am


Covert is not a word I would use to describe my personality, but it is one in which I would use to describe my love life.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.17.2013 @ 12:42 am

its an operation in which i cant not tell anyone my real purpose i must pretend. i must never let anyone know the horror i hold in my heart. i must cover it all up and pretend i am ok. i must be like an agent in a spy company. i must never show my real feelings again. it will be better for everyone.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.16.2013 @ 2:45 pm


The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report. His coffee, which had been left unattended, cold upon the desk. The serial killer was back.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.12.2013 @ 2:58 pm

The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report on his desk. The coffee that he had picked up over an hour ago was cold, as he had managed to completely forget about it for the second time that day. Nothing could distract him like the stories of the newly discovered serial killer in the west.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.12.2013 @ 2:40 pm


the criminal justice system sentences people to crimes that they commit. they go to jail or prison depending on their sentence. their time they have to serve is dependent on the crime they committed.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.01.2013 @ 7:23 am


She stood the train stop, waiting for the man who was supposed to bring her the package. Little did she know, as she sat there nervously patting down her floral dress, that the man was fighting a band of bad guys for his life and the suitcase.

» Posted By Brittany On 02.22.2013 @ 12:20 pm


I grasped at the chance to tell him one last thing, the thing that might change everything between us for better or worse.

» Posted By Brittany On 02.20.2013 @ 7:53 am


swell, its an old word. it reminds my of my grand parents and olden days and how I wish I had grown up in that era, it looks so nice and new and exciting. like in the 50s or 60s. I wish I could have been born then. who wouldn’t want to?

» Posted By brittany On 01.30.2013 @ 4:57 pm


Responsibility is what you’re supposed to do, what other expect you to do but it’s never what you really want to do. It’s the curse this world has put upon us.

» Posted By brittany On 01.24.2013 @ 4:02 pm


She wasn’t real to me. She wasn’t even real to herself. All she did was twist around stories that weren’t true and make us, all of us, feel she was so much more than she is. Than she will ever be.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.22.2013 @ 5:57 pm


She applied pressure to the gas petal. She didn’t know where she was going, and in all honesty she didn’t care at this point. She began sobbing and lost control of the wheel. An on coming semi crashed into her vehicle. She released a scream along with her two year old in the back seat. The semi demolished the tiny car, the saddened woman, and the defenseless child within seconds. The semi driver continued driving acting as if he’d just hit a possum or some other small creature. He didn’t care at all. :D

» Posted By Brittany On 01.21.2013 @ 11:08 am

She applied pressure to the gas petal. They more she sobbed the faster the vehicle advanced. She crashed directly into a tree. Killing herself and her child of whom was in the backseat. Because, she was all high and crap.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.20.2013 @ 6:53 pm


fire. tall buildings burrning. people running. scared. afraid. free. run. hate. no love. harsh words. no love. sad faces. tears falling like rain. dirty faces. smudged faces.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.19.2013 @ 9:27 pm


Sound. Sounds are cool. For, they help you and I hear. Unless that isn’t a possibility. For, some people cannot hear, which is very quite tragic. I’m glad I can hear, for if I couldn’t… I could not enjoy my favorite bands, and all that stuff. This little writing of which I created sucked, quite horribly. 3:

» Posted By Brittany On 01.19.2013 @ 10:56 am


He was nervous. Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain. He always hated this part. The time for a speech.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.14.2013 @ 9:46 pm

A beautiful practicality that we often take for granted as a successful race of developed creatures.

» Posted By brittany On 01.14.2013 @ 8:00 pm


Compass. My dear friend. You direct me to the way in which my destiny ends. You are always there whenever I need you most, (due to the fact that I allow you to sit snug in my pocket.) Compass, you light my way, meteorically of course because you’re obviously not a light. :D

» Posted By Brittany On 01.13.2013 @ 8:38 am

A compass is a utensil used for directing the way in which you would like to go. Many people use compasses or wish they’d have a compass whenever they find themselves lost. I’ve personally never actually used a compass. In today’s society they’re kinda worthless now that we have GPS systems.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.13.2013 @ 8:35 am


Fuck, there is no master to me, I’m free, and sure as hell won’t bow down to anyone… I’m independent and there’s nothing more that I can be. If you ask differently of me, I’ll say screw you and give you a what-for. I am who I want to be. I am who I’ll always be, I am strong.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.10.2013 @ 6:56 pm


A promise is something that is given, but not always kept. Promises make relationships, break relationships and show us who we really are.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.09.2013 @ 3:13 am

A promise it something you do not break. A pinky promise. Don’t break a pinky promise or you will get your pinky broken. That’s how it works. I have never broken a pinky promise. People have broken pinky promises that they made with me but I never broke their pinky..

» Posted By brittany On 01.08.2013 @ 1:48 pm


Over the falls, nothing but the rushing water and the sound of rocks hitting the wood and metal encasing whatever precious cargo is being carried. Over we go…
Somehow, I don’t find it important, but it isn’t ignorance. It’s apathy.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.01.2013 @ 5:42 pm


A person with a strong mind a strong motives. She’s independent and loves life. She needs no one but God to tell her how she’s doing. The life she leads is one of courage, though sometimes she falls. And sometimes shes needs someone to pick her up. She’s broken but no one sees, because she is strong and independent.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.01.2013 @ 7:24 am


I remember one time when I saw I fire. I thought it was the most magical thing I had ever seen. I’m not saying I’m a pyro, but I love candles and the way that the flame dances around the wick and the sweet aroma that rises. There’s nothing like a campfire with your best friends on a warm summery night, just enjoying the sight of the dancing flames.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.25.2012 @ 6:29 pm


and so the burden fell to them, they who had no better chance of sating the beast than did the rest of the village, from the bravest of their warriors to the most studied of their scholars. but their Speaker, an ageless woman who saw things that others could not and did not dare to think of, had insisted with the weight of all her wisdom, with a finality that brooked no argument.

that very same night, her father dressed for war, but there would be no soldiers where he was going, and the Thing that awaited him would care little for his stylized armor or his painted faceplate. the symbols of honor and pride carved into his chest plate would be, to the beast, what children’s finger-drawings in sand are to the ocean.

but she could not see the sense in making a sacrifice that was doomed to fail, or fighting a battle that was unwinnable. she could not see the sense in feeding to a mindless beast a man so sorely needed by so many people – a medic, a war legend, a brother, a friend. a father. to sacrifice this man when any other body would suffice seemed beyond reason. for a beast would care not if its offering had weak bones or a stuttering mind; flesh always burned the same way.

after her father had excused himself for what he thought would be his last night’s sleep, she did what she had always known she must. she wound his wreath of sweet-leaves around her neck and arms and back, took the Key from his mare’s saddlebag, and left through their village’s only gate.

by the time he found the Key missing, she would be long gone.

» Posted By brittany On 12.19.2012 @ 10:28 pm

It’s a constant, aching struggle.
This hollowness, this state of constant want will never go away.
I’m left unsatisfied.
Like nomads in vast deserts with nothing but sand to wet their throats.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.19.2012 @ 7:47 pm


The number after four, not a personal favorite. Can be seen as a half way point and a common guessing number in 1 through 10. Five is a four letter word.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.17.2012 @ 3:08 pm


due, something can be due like a paper or take home test. a mother can be dude with a baby, the give of life… its the most beautiful thing in the world no? i think so.. i cant wait to be a mother someday and someday i will be a great one. me and my partner. so due due as

» Posted By Brittany On 12.17.2012 @ 12:10 am

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