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half

Sometimes this is how I feel, not whole. Not only because of my race, but because of what you leave me as. You keep me at a distance when I want you so close to me. I want us to be one, but rather I am left in solitude and therefore searching for something, that is within you I know, that will make me feel whole again.

» Posted By brittany On 08.22.2012 @ 10:58 am

Half of a cookie. I’ve always been told that the best people in life would give you the larger half of a cookie. I know that to be true. And I always try to give people the larger half of the cookie. I generally can sense love, but when in doubt, break a cookie in half and see what happens!

» Posted By Brittany On 08.21.2012 @ 1:05 pm

assaults

can you please pass the assaults?

the boy grabbed the girls hand and she screamed. “assaults!”, she yelled.

i dont really know what else to

» Posted By brittany On 08.08.2012 @ 12:41 am

key

the key to ones heart is a very difficult concept to grasp.. Something that you will hold on to for a lifetime but lose at the drop of a hat.. When you love someone, do you ever truly stop? Regardless on the length of time you have known this person?

» Posted By Brittany On 08.05.2012 @ 7:34 am

methods

Methods. Math methods. Boringness absolute boringness. Methods. Routine. Dull. Drab need to break free, try so,etching new. If you always stick to methods, there’s no room for discovery. None at all. Imagine if everyone drew within the lines, never talked back, never questioned. That’s a pretty sad existence.

» Posted By Brittany On 08.01.2012 @ 12:38 am

props

I look around the room, noting the props laying about. A horrible looking mummy-type creature sat in the back, dust covering it. Bottles upon bottles of fake blood in different flavours, vampire teeth and capes, and a wookie costume. I laugh, walking around backstage. This truly has been my life, sad it’s ended.

» Posted By Brittany On 07.27.2012 @ 4:21 pm

fuses

fuses the things in your car that blow
the things that make your lights and stuff work
the stem of a bomb
the thing you light to make the bomb go BOOM!
fuses… my temper..
i have a short fuse for my temper!!!!!!!!!

» Posted By brittany On 07.24.2012 @ 12:46 am

instructions

Instructions are very important for baking. Some people give a quick scan and experiment with the rest. I, however, have to check the instructions multiple times, re-reading so much that my eyes start to mistake words and invent new ones.

» Posted By Brittany On 07.21.2012 @ 5:31 pm

stretcher

a drawer of thing and sometimes to draw an idea and stuff also a brand of stuff that i dont know i just know the name and my times almost done i dont know what else to write

» Posted By Brittany On 07.18.2012 @ 4:43 pm

doorknob

I pulled the doorknob and it was stuck. I was already late for work, now this. I was so upset. Someone jammed the door two hours prior and it was too much to get fixed.

» Posted By Brittany On 07.13.2012 @ 3:59 pm

bucket

He was sitting in a room alone. Drip. Drip. Drip. The water hitting the bottom of the bucket drove him crazy. He couldn’t THINK with that sound. Drip. Drip. Drip.

» Posted By Brittany On 07.08.2012 @ 10:39 pm

This is the worst word ever to write about. Bucket? Really? Okay, what about a bucket list? I have one of those. I think everyone should. Go jump out of an airplane before you die.

» Posted By Brittany On 07.08.2012 @ 10:35 pm

There was a bucket a boy had. He filled it with water. This was the 1930s so he had to go to his well on his farm and get some water for the cows. His parents were no where to be seen, and this boy though very lonely had his cows to keep him company. A

» Posted By Brittany On 07.08.2012 @ 5:19 pm

science

Something that explains everything and yet leaves many people with answers.

» Posted By Brittany On 07.06.2012 @ 9:39 am

configuration

The lines join together. Making shapes, pictures, configurations. A world lays under my pencil. A world waiting to be shown. Who am I to deny that?

» Posted By Brittany On 06.27.2012 @ 4:18 pm

pits

Pits are really smelly especially if they are old people pits. Also you could be talking about Brad Pitt, eventhough that’s spelled different. He’s hot though. Also you could be talking about taking pity on someone in which I don’t take pity on people like bums, my sister and my mother.

» Posted By Brittany On 06.19.2012 @ 11:43 am

keen

I had a keen eye for mistakes. Mostly in clothing, but my skills were not so limited. I had a keen eye for spotting missing onions from my food at Outback. I was even fiercer when it came to finding parking spaces.

» Posted By Brittany On 06.18.2012 @ 10:26 pm

cathedral

cathedral. It’s a big church. Really all i can think about right now. I mean, come on, how else ya’ going to describe it? It’s got all the fancy stained glass and crap, but we use it for the same thing as a church!

» Posted By Brittany On 06.14.2012 @ 4:05 pm

racket

The noise was loud. Annoying. It made her jump when it first started, a mildly irritating thing that she figured would either stop soon or she would be able to tune out. That had been two hours ago though and the racket was still going on.

» Posted By Brittany On 06.10.2012 @ 9:58 pm

nest

Birds softly sing from the top of the tree. The little girl looked up at them, smiling. “One day,” she thought, “I’ll be free, too. ”
She then began to sing quietly, in tune with the birds… “One day…”

» Posted By Brittany On 06.09.2012 @ 10:16 pm

emptying

My soul is emptying itself of you. You could call it purifying, but then again, you could be easy to rid myself of. It takes a real woman to understand the pain you’ve caused me, that you never even gave much thought to yourself. And I fully recognize how it takes a mature soul to purify, for your essence is so strong within me, I can’t breathe without the chemical of you in the air. It’s a drug, it’s a virus that I can’t rid myself of.

» Posted By Brittany On 06.04.2012 @ 5:54 pm

reporter

The reporter stood at the edge of the room, trying to blend in with the surroundings. He was observing the first ceremony held in the and since the iron dictator was overthrown. these people were serious about this stuff nd he was lucky to be there.
It was the ceremony of adulthood, the young boy, becoming a man, stood before an elder. The boy bowed to the elder, who bowed back. The elder then picked up the bowl and broke it over the boy’s head.
It was a fragile bowl, it broke quite easily. The contents of the bowl spilled of the nearly-naked boy. It was red and thick. It was blood.
It was symbolic, I’m sure. But it was strange to me. However, the boy had the biggest smile on his face, blood all over. He was an adult.

» Posted By Brittany On 05.30.2012 @ 2:40 pm

dilemma

A tug to change. Stuck in the same. Dying for it to be different. But doing nothing about it. Dilemma.

» Posted By Brittany On 05.28.2012 @ 8:28 pm

transform

I will transform my life to do better, not only for me but everyone around me. I want to be a better me. I want to change the world even if it’s only one step at a time. I know I can do it. I’d like to transform the lives of others who need it too. But I have to start with myself first before I can do that.

» Posted By brittany On 05.28.2012 @ 6:26 am

to become something new, life experience does this too you , part of growing up “the man that is same at 50 as he was at 20 has wasted thirty years of his life” it means that you have taken what you have been given and found out how to turn out to be how you want to be to grow your personality and become real. The most real version of yourself.

» Posted By brittany On 05.27.2012 @ 6:42 pm

shorthand

Beautiful is a beautiful. People are beautiful people. we are in beautiful world. I hope you feel better when you are practice on your writing skill.

» Posted By Brittany On 05.08.2012 @ 4:03 pm

alibi

I need an alibi. An alibi for where I was when I fell for you. Because I didn’t fall as myself. I fell stupidly as someone else. I look back and I can’t explain who I was the past two years. Yet, the alibi for my confident, independent soul will remain elusive. But she survived nonetheless.

» Posted By Brittany On 04.29.2012 @ 12:51 pm

chapped

As the snow fell around us, my lips chapped and I looked down to my scuffed, snow laden boots. He tipped my head up and our lips met, softly, the heat warming us from within.

» Posted By Brittany On 04.25.2012 @ 8:05 am

slight

Shivering slightly, she looked around her, trying to find the source of the mysterious cold air blowing in the room. Looking under the couch, she found none other than her neighbor’s dagger, dripping in blood. Gasping, she fell backwards, crawling away from the gruesome thing that caused her husband’s death.

» Posted By Brittany On 04.20.2012 @ 8:20 am

heartache

I stared at his face, memorizing the curves of his nose and the dip of his cheekbone. His lips were a wonderful thing to behold and he smiled softly in his sleep. My heart ached; how I longed to actually be with him. How I wanted to be in his arms. Soon, I thought to myself, soon. And with that, I drifted off to sleep.

» Posted By Brittany On 04.09.2012 @ 5:04 am

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