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There a million little dancers around me. They sing and float around me, tickling my cheeks and rusting through my hair. They cause the air around me move about and they feel like good luck charms on a bracelet.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.31.2012 @ 9:30 pm


catch her.


catcher in the rye!

I used to love holden caufield? …is that his name?…


» Posted By brittany On 03.27.2012 @ 6:30 pm


The sky. The moon. The stars. Everything beautiful in life can be described by this. Ocean waves crashing onto each other, onto the shore. The breeze on your face with your eyes closed while looking into the warmth of the sun. Friendship and family. Family that are your friends. Love. Exquisite.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.24.2012 @ 2:15 pm


its the thing that an elephant eats with, he really likes peanuts, because he’s an elephant and thats like candy for those giant mother fuckers. they live at the circus, they know nothing else. elephants in the wild don’t eat peanuts but i don’t know what they do eat. i never learned much about elephants. but i like the circus.

» Posted By brittany On 03.22.2012 @ 12:07 pm


she needs to be fixed. the game is usually fixed. how can it be fixed. i feel like maybe it cannot be fixed. but thats all it really wants to be you know. fixed it up. made it better.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.21.2012 @ 11:54 pm


Every time I eat at a restaurant I always wonder what rating it has. I wonder if it’s a two star or three star and sometimes when I eat somewhere especially nice I wonder, ‘could I be eating at a four star restaurant right now?’

» Posted By brittany On 03.20.2012 @ 7:57 pm


An eternal flame that lives in me. The best survival tool. Indiana Jones’ fave thing. Hot. Flame. Lovely. Good murder weapon.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.19.2012 @ 8:33 am


The students were outraged that the assistant choir director position was being eliminated from the school district. It was up to them to write a petition to save their teacher and their music program. This was just the beginning. Where would they stop? Relentless.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.13.2012 @ 7:49 pm


already don this one. Summary: I hate french. But I love this website! its so cool! we did something like this in English development class, but with the words write and read. also cool. as is my school!

» Posted By Brittany On 03.10.2012 @ 4:14 pm


The tea cup rattled slightly in her grip. She set it down carefully, but still managed to spill a drop on her lace glove. Her breathing was off and she wiped at her brow with the handkerchief that he gave her. Did he even know what he did to her?, she thought, stealing a glance at him from across the room.

» Posted By Brittany On 03.09.2012 @ 5:07 am


Well I have seen many demonstrations in class and otherwise out of school, and I must say some of them were very good. Obviously others weren’t and that is simply because the demonstrater did not research his subject very well and somehow messed up.

» Posted By brittany On 03.08.2012 @ 9:10 am


we weaved the sweater back together , theres a weave in the shirt , think weaver or not we can go , weaver me together , weaver weaver weaver oh wever me crazy good !

» Posted By Brittany On 03.02.2012 @ 8:41 pm


A single red balloon was tied onto the grave. It had the appearance of a symbol, a marker, a wistful memory. It didn’t mean much to him as he passed by. I took it to heart, however, and noted that a balloon meant something different, depending on where it was placed.

» Posted By Brittany On 02.20.2012 @ 8:23 am


clue reminds me of a mystery. it also reminds me of scooby doo because they always have clues to follow.

» Posted By Brittany On 02.14.2012 @ 1:17 pm


tragically hip. best day of my life. summer. beer. best friends and love. camping. rain. laughing and smiling. pure bliss and happiness, let me relive those times forever. i miss my youth and freedom.

» Posted By brittany On 01.31.2012 @ 7:07 pm



» Posted By Brittany On 01.26.2012 @ 4:36 pm

For a moment, he paused and stared down at her. She was silently crying, an impressive feat. He raked his eyes over her softly shaking form and, for a moment, just one, felt some remorse. But the chain jingled in his hand and with a cheek-spliting grin, he gave a mighty tug.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.26.2012 @ 12:08 pm


It buzzed incessantly, driving him absolutely insane. He never liked bees. Always thought they were obnoxious. It didn’t help that he was highly allergic to their stings. Being this close to a beehive made him uneasy, and made him want to scream at the same time.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.26.2012 @ 10:38 am


I hated being in the middle of everything. They always made me the one to make the decisions. Choose between them; that’s what they wanted me to do. LIke a door hinge. I had to be the one to pick which way to go. I was sick of it.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.24.2012 @ 5:11 pm


With wind in the sails and a fearless captain manning the helm, there was nothing we could do but wait. At least bellow decks we would be dry, but that isn’t to say we would be safe– Isabella was a madwoman when fortune dangled before her…Somehow I don’t know how we ever survived, and yet I almost wish we stayed under the wreckage and drowned with the rest of the crew.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.16.2012 @ 8:21 pm


He could not catch his breath. He lay there, in the thorns, unable to move, unwilling to move, lest she be captured again. He would die for her. He would take these thorns, these barbs, and wrap them around his heart if that meant she could live. God willing.

» Posted By Brittany On 01.04.2012 @ 9:12 pm


She stared at him as he spoke, his lips moving into words that she wished she understood. He stopped talking and actually took a moment to look at her.

“Are you okay?”

She grinned.

“Of course.”

» Posted By Brittany On 12.25.2011 @ 1:14 pm


I have a scar on my right arm. I put my arm through a window. It’s not an exciting story. It was just an accident. The cut is really close to my veins, to that place where you cut if you want to kill yourself. Right now, I think about it and it scares me. But…

» Posted By Brittany On 12.18.2011 @ 4:52 pm


keep me warm. get in my way. double edged sword. three quarter. long sleeve. short sleeve. roll up. keep down. cut off. keep on. plaid. solid. polka dots. stripes. today plaid. tomorrow who knows. not me. that’s for sure.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.16.2011 @ 7:48 am

She giggled a bit to herself as he smiled. Her heart beat fast under her shirt and she tried to hide her shaking hands. She purposely bumped into his shoulder and he grinned once more. She wished, for a moment, she could read his mind. She was being too obvious. Always wearing her heart on her sleeve.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.15.2011 @ 2:08 pm


Crushed flower petals clenched tightly between trembling hands, the silk brushing against her soft thigh was smooth, elegant, and perfectly delicate for such a blushing maid. The veil is gone, but the gown remains.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.12.2011 @ 3:14 am


His platinum blond hair shone in the dim bedroom and John considered for a moment if he could make some sort of joke about how beautiful Dave looked. There was no way he could pull it off.
He sighed and was content to stare at Dave until the night turned into day.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.07.2011 @ 11:26 am


She sighed, tears gathering in her eyes despite her best attempts to calm down. The endless brigade never stopped. It was a constant thing, the commands. Do as I say. You’ll be successful in life if you do exactly like I do. She was finding that hard to believe with each passing day.

» Posted By Brittany On 12.04.2011 @ 6:06 am


She slouched on the couch because she had nothing left to do. She slouched because she was lazy and she had no energy. She wasn’t in the best of health and she knew it. She tried not to think about it because if she did, her fragile little self-esteem would collapse and then where would she be?

» Posted By Brittany On 12.01.2011 @ 12:05 pm


I wish I could be anywhere I wanted to be at any given time. Of course, I probably would have made so many mistakes, just doing what I wanted. I still wish that at times. I would love to see my friends. All of them.

» Posted By Brittany On 11.30.2011 @ 11:48 am

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