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As he sat on the edge of his seat waiting, for what seemed like years, and years till the play would start. For since the day had come he was ready for it to end.
» Posted By Ella On 10.03.2011 @ 7:56 pm
As I sat on the edge on the bridge looking out as far as my small green eyes could see, the sun was coming up, and the air was moving smoothly across my face.
» Posted By Ella On 10.02.2011 @ 1:49 pm
Her hair fell down her back as it twisted in the wind lightly. Walking down the river, mud in her toes and cold air on her face and a wide smile.
» Posted By Ella On 10.01.2011 @ 9:04 pm
braids in in my hair. everyday. awesomeness.
» Posted By Ella On 10.01.2011 @ 2:19 pm
The girls braids fell down past her shulder blades. She was only hanging upside down in the tree eating a apple.
» Posted By Ella On 10.01.2011 @ 11:38 am
a tortorous kiss. ive seen it all before, and i wish i could say i know better. he’s tall, charming, with beautiful eyes. he promises everything, forgets nothing. until one day. you see a flash in his eyes, something that’s never been there before. and you know it’s time to say goodbye.
» Posted By ella On 08.21.2011 @ 3:11 pm
i have deer in my backyard. theyplay games with me and give me loads of presents all of the time.. even when it is not my birthday. i love deer. they are a little daft, that’s true enough, but they are always so full of urprises and uplifting bits of wisdom. i swear, i never knew that deer had so many stories to tell! deer are just so grand.
» Posted By ella On 08.18.2011 @ 8:22 pm
we all win
that is so funny
» Posted By ella On 08.17.2011 @ 7:59 pm
Answers smackers. no one really needs as many as they think they do. It’s all a game, and death is the prize.
The prizes are really sucky at this game of life.
Just one of those things you’ve got to get used to. Go with the flow is what I am saying. The less happy you are, the more up happy you will make yourself.
» Posted By Ella On 08.12.2011 @ 9:02 am
I already wrote this prompt once- I thought they changed every day! I want some answers on this people. I am sorta unhappy. Gosh darn.
42, by the way.
» Posted By Ella On 08.12.2011 @ 9:01 am
I want answers. I screamed it again and again. I never got any, because he never listened. He never ever did, but especially when he was not in the room. The neighbor man who speaks no english threw a cat at me.
I think that means he is tired of my screaming. But I can’t stop, because still I have no answers.
» Posted By Ella On 08.11.2011 @ 7:28 pm
The thud of the drums washed out all other noise. His fingers hooked in the elastic of her short, short skirt. She withdrew. He tried to follow, but the crowd pressed in.
» Posted By Ella On 08.10.2011 @ 6:10 pm
The stretch band of my gym shorts was worn through. Which sucks, I mean it really does. But don’t I have bigger things to worry about? Right now it does’t seem like it. I liked those shorts!
And I miss you.
» Posted By Ella On 08.10.2011 @ 6:07 pm
roots pulled up, my feet left the ground as i reached for the sky and i pulled and i pulled to detach myself from this unbearable feeling of being attached to earth. i loathed gravity for trying to keep me still. i wanted the sky, i wanted to float up and attach myself between the moon and the sun, to become a star, to be light as a cloud and laugh at the ant-sized people below.
» Posted By ella On 08.02.2011 @ 6:17 am
The sound of it scares me, especially when it reverberates the windows of my room. But there’s a calm after it and the anticipation thrills you in a way you can’t describe.
» Posted By ella On 07.27.2011 @ 12:11 am
why the hell did you do this to me why did you change my life you set thunder to my life you made me cscared you fucking ruined me i hate you for all of this pain i miss you so much but i cant believe you did this to me i want you back in my life because you were it all and fuck you it is fucking un bearable to live like this like the thunder in the sky i need you there when i wakr up scared.
» Posted By Ella On 07.26.2011 @ 8:10 pm
I never wanted to pray about it, never wanted to be the one who saw each and every vioet growing out there by the lawn. And I never did ask God, I believe in many other things, that the magic we saw that night, was it really anything?
» Posted By Ella On 07.21.2011 @ 1:08 pm
It was the last day of school. Delilah was feeling very sad, and very tired. Her bff, Jessica, “Jess” was going to a different school next year. They all were. Delilah would NEVER see any of them again. It felt horribly deppreseing, even though in tears she had said she wished she would never see the walls again, she just wanted to hold on to the walls as long as possible, and sobb. She was comfortable at Daisy Meadow Elementry. The teachers were funny, and generally nice. Her friends – well, she wasn’t going to pretend there wasn’t drama, and sometimes she wanted to spend EVERY second with Jessica and Nicole and Grace, but sometimes she wanted to strangle them. Either way, she loved the little school. She loved wondering out by the daisy meadow- the thing the school was known for. She loved laying on the soft daisies, and talking about random, hilarious things. sHE LOVED the little school. And she awlways wanted to move on to the cool middle school, and move up in every level, but thinking about it, she just wanted it all to stay the exact same…. Funny, how things never went her way.
It was the last couple minutes of school, when Delilah started tearing up. Stupid! I’m so stupid, why am I crying? She thought. She quikly grabbed a tissue, and wiped her eyes. Close one. But why? She felt so conflicted. Part of her wanted to walk out of here, and say good ridance, and the other wanted to cry and hold the walls, and hug Jess untill they said, “Fine! You can all stay here forever and ever with no change!” But she knew it wouldn’t happen.
She was feeling in the gutters, when Jess came up and gave her a hug. “We’ll stay in touch. Okay?” Then Grace, Nicole, and Giselle, and Ali and everyone else, even the ones who she never got along with.
“Really?” She (Delilah) asked. “We’ll stay in touch?”
“Deffinatly.” Grace said.
“Of course!” Ali said.
“Always.” Nicole said
Delilah smiled. Graduating wouldn’t be that hard.
» Posted By Ella On 07.15.2011 @ 11:24 am
maroon that’s not only a color but a band as well, it’s an html-color name that’s for sure, something redish, and then there’s maroon 5 they’ve got a song a friend dedicated to me: can’t stop thinking about you.
» Posted By ella On 07.07.2011 @ 11:41 am
I remember the way my friend used to braid my hair in elementary school, how we went to Quebec in grade seven and we sat in the bathroom during a tour of one of the museums, because we were bored and didn’t care about anything the tour guide was saying, and how she French braided my hair. I remember coming home from the trip and trying to teach myself to braid my hair, but how I could never get it to look as nicely as she did. I remember my mom trying to braid it, wetting it with the spray bottle from underneath the kitchen sink.
» Posted By Ella On 07.01.2011 @ 9:52 pm
There is sometimes a pool of water at the end of my street. It has always appeared there. It’s a giant pot hole and every rain fall it fills with water. Sometimes after a large storm, I put on my boots and wade through the waters. It’s an abyss of dark water, a peaceful place. When it dries out, I stand next to it looking up at the sky, waiting for the next storm.
» Posted By Ella On 06.29.2011 @ 9:23 pm
i have never failed anything. that is not to say that i have succeeded, but i have never looked at myself and been utterly disappointed. too many people in the world believe that they are incapable or accomplishments and the reality is that everyone can do anything. there is no excuse for failing is you don’t work hard. it is up to you.
» Posted By Ella On 06.24.2011 @ 9:14 pm
Unique yet universal. Shared beliefs and independent thoughts are just as valid.
» Posted By Ella On 06.18.2011 @ 9:15 pm
The warmth of her arms around me. Everything felt so perfect. I wondered if it really could be this wonderful. If she really was mine. Everything seamed so perfect for that one moment. But then that one moment ended. She let me go. And I was left alone again. Longing for her embrace.
» Posted By Ella On 06.13.2011 @ 7:57 pm
hugged. welcomed. somewhere between tolerate and love. open arms. not only refers to hugs, but policies, cultures, ideas…
» Posted By ella On 06.13.2011 @ 3:29 pm
bread rises. hopefully my grade will rise. to go up, but not shoot up. slowly but surely. elevate steadily
» Posted By ella On 06.10.2011 @ 12:40 pm
a coat of color that covers a surface. when something is painted, it tries to look prettier, more vivid. makeup, house painting, paintings. weird that the word “pain” is in it. does it hide pain?
» Posted By ella On 06.07.2011 @ 8:02 am
basically a bunch of stripes in different gradients of the same color… like flannels. they’re really warm… wait i’m wearing one.
» Posted By ella On 06.06.2011 @ 10:52 am
video killed the radio star… FDR on the radio… Anne Frank and her family listening to the radio… Marji in Persepolis, listening to the BBC because they couldn’t trust the national one… radio seems to be a sign of hope, but it’s so cold and emotionless.
» Posted By ella On 06.03.2011 @ 12:42 pm
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ridin in a limo…. i bet there’s some song out there about riding and partying in a limo. what’s so great bout it anyway? it’s just like a reaaaally long car. with nice seats. unless there’s a hummer limo. I actually rode it once, and it was strangely exciting. but maybe that’s because of all the pre-ride hype.
» Posted By ella On 06.02.2011 @ 4:58 pm