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I just left my job of 12 years. It’s scary! I’m not sure I’m really qualified for the new job I have lined up. It might just be impostor syndrome. It might be just nerves. But what if I’m right? I left something really cushy for this opportunity.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.09.2018 @ 5:15 pm


A rusty RV drove up my pristine driveway. I tried to hide my look of disdain as the driver climbed out of his vehicle.

» Posted By Cynthia On 07.16.2018 @ 5:25 am


The regulations have controlled us for too long. We all believe them because they kill us if we don’t.

» Posted By Cynthia On 03.26.2018 @ 12:50 am


Boo I heard through the door that’s a lame thing to say to a ghost I thought

» Posted By Cynthia On 02.03.2018 @ 10:48 pm

Th ghost in my attic wants to talk to me. I’m scared it’s asking me to look out the window of my two story building and I feel a chill when I look down. I think it’s trying to kill me. I’ve tried talking to it but that’s all it says to go to the window

» Posted By Cynthia On 02.03.2018 @ 10:40 pm


Letting yourself to not evolve. Be open is being willing to change for the better.

» Posted By cynthia On 09.10.2017 @ 5:34 pm


I hate the way that people merge onto the highway, they are so stupid and cannot get it through their heads that they must speed up when merging and then they will have a seamless transition into the already moving traffic. UGH!

» Posted By Cynthia On 08.28.2016 @ 8:15 pm


I crouched down behind the regal lion, peeking out to see if my pursuer was close by.
His muffled voice reached my ears.
“Emily! I’m going to find you!
I held my breath, suppressing the urge to run to a safer hiding place. His gigantic hands appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and plucked me from my protective Leo.
A giggle erupted as he hoisted me onto his shoulders.
“Dad!” I squirmed.
“I found you,” he gloated as he strode noisily across the pebbled path and out of the maze.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.19.2015 @ 5:52 pm


My mum nearly killed me when I was 16. I thought she was psycho.
It turns out that karma really is that proverbial bitch.
My girl, she’s nearly 16, is making me look like I’m some kind of meglomanic demon from a Wes Craven flick; I keeep checkig the mirror for signs of physical change.
Makes me wonder if my sweet Grandma was psycho.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.09.2015 @ 5:36 am


Her face shone. She looked just as I’d fantasised she would as she walked down the aisle.
However, I knew what’d seen at the window: defiling heself the very eve before our union.
Thank God for Don John’s honour or I would have been boundin marriage to this whore.
She looked as calm as alake on a breezeless summer’s day. Until I spoke.
If not for my brother’s honour!
My lasting comfort is staring down at her shameless face.
Don John – he has redeemed himself.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.07.2015 @ 3:59 am


“It’s not fair!” my sister screamed in my face.
And in my head I always answered: “Life’s not meant to be fair,”
I knew it was a poor excuse for taking her husband.
It was, however, my turn to be happy. At long last.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.06.2015 @ 4:55 am


He fell into the icy water as the boat tipped on end. He heard his dad cry out in a voice he’d never heard. He could barely cry out in reply. But he tried until he felt his dad’s arms wrap around him.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.04.2015 @ 11:16 pm


I often wonder what it would be like to use all the resources of a oak tree. To have the shade of it. To see the acorn and use them in craft projects. To quietly sit by and watch the squirrels feast on the little delicacies they find in the mighty oak.

» Posted By Cynthia On 11.18.2014 @ 10:04 am



» Posted By CYNTHIA On 02.13.2014 @ 1:34 am


The girl in front of me in chemistry class had just came in with an ombre. I didn’t think much of it until everyone began to acknowledge it more than usual. Her hair was thick and straight, which made it easier to blush her hair in the morning. I was always concerned for her health because every month or so , she would come in with a new hair color. It always made me shrivel up on the inside and make me cringe. But, finally, one day i decided to speak to her,and the first thing i did was compliment her on her hair…

» Posted By Cynthia On 12.13.2013 @ 7:13 pm


The stampede made it’s way over to me. It got louder and louder, and I got more afraid for my live by the second. Then, all of a sudden, the sound got softer and moved away.

» Posted By Cynthia On 10.16.2013 @ 9:40 am


i have never seen such an oblique figure, obliqure means something is unique and cant reall be seen, it can be seen but its classic, the view is unique and unusual.

» Posted By cynthia On 05.29.2013 @ 8:02 am


Catapult. I wish i could catapult myself back into your heart. I wish i could catapult into the future and see how we end up. i love you. i love you so very much and i’m sorry. i wish you loved me. i really really do.

» Posted By Cynthia On 05.20.2013 @ 11:54 am

catapult. catapult me into your heart. i love you. and i don’t know why i love you anymore because you’ve catapulted yourself out of my life. you’re across the world and i can’t catapult myself to you, unfortunately. i wish i could. but i can’t. catapult. i love you. and i wish you’d catapult yourself back to me.

» Posted By Cynthia On 05.20.2013 @ 11:51 am


i love you. i’m sad and i love you. how could you leave? why did you leave? i know why but i can’t handle it. why did i break it off with you? Why couldn’t i deal with a long distance relationship and stay with you? you are the love of my life and i love you and now you’re gone. this is my lullaby. i love you.

» Posted By Cynthia On 05.19.2013 @ 2:39 pm


The air in the room seemed suffocating. There were too many people, too many voices, too much laughter, too much socializing. I had to get out of there.

My boyfriend ruined the new shirt I bought him for his birthday. I wanted to be mad at him but I found that I couldn’t. His apology, though half-hearted, was accompanied by his signature, sweet smile. And in his drunkenness, his eyes glistened and the normally pale blue became a striking, vibrant blue. Even in my sober state, his allure was unconquerable. I felt myself staring at his lips, his strong, pale shoulders, his arms, his dark, cropped hair.

» Posted By Cynthia On 04.23.2013 @ 5:10 pm


why did i do it? i don’t know. i guess i felt like i had to. i can never tell anyone, it would ruin my life. just like i stole his, right from him. he was so young. so much potential. how could i?

» Posted By Cynthia On 02.02.2013 @ 12:51 pm


Sure, assurance? What is sure nowadays? Government, people, religion, spirituality? Sure, I am sure of myself, but how can i be sure of what is around me? Sure, sure thing isn’t always so sure a thing.

» Posted By cynthia On 12.30.2012 @ 7:40 pm


I am really bad at cooking. There is such a mess. Recently I learned you should clean as you cook. But then arrises another problem: How do you time everything so all meals come out at the same time. I hate finishing one and by the time I’m done with the other, the 1st has gone cold. My mom never has that problem. She’s awesome like most mothers are.

» Posted By Cynthia On 12.01.2012 @ 1:16 pm


i went to the library again. there he was, stocking the shelves like he did every sunday. i loved the way he was so careful like he actually cares about the dewy decimal system. he is so passionate about everything he does. he is passionate in the way he loves me.

» Posted By Cynthia On 11.24.2012 @ 3:36 pm


I received some stuff. I want to receive more stuff. It is better to give than it is to receive. Accounts receivable. Receive. Misspelled received. Need to work on that. I am too dependent on spell check. I would like to receive a thoughtful present.

» Posted By Cynthia On 11.20.2012 @ 3:20 pm


I think a thought and the thought could be anything. A place, A time, I need to remember I choose my thoughts they do not choose me. If I think negative, I will be negative, If the thought is a happy one then I will be cheery.

» Posted By cynthia On 11.18.2012 @ 8:58 am


I measured my dress that i was sewing for someone else so that I can make sure it fit the person i was sewing for. I love to measured things. It is fun looking at the numbers on the measuring tape.

» Posted By cynthia On 11.14.2012 @ 11:27 am

I measured my teaspoon and cups so that i can make a great ho made cake. Some time i forget to measure correctly that is way i need the right spoons and cups.

» Posted By cynthia On 11.14.2012 @ 11:21 am


`arts is can be very fun, there are many parts of arts to work. People who can sing is an art. People who dance is an art to that too. acting is an art too.

» Posted By cynthia On 11.14.2012 @ 11:08 am

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