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dora! backpack, backpack… that familiar tune. like annoying little jingles that get stuck in your head. I wonder how much you’d earn if you made up one of those jingles. Is it hard? It’s like forcing yourself to be creative.

» Posted By ella On 06.01.2011 @ 8:17 pm


to recall from memory. a simple scene that is replayed in your mind… something that you forgot but can un-forget. you can realize things… again

» Posted By ella On 05.30.2011 @ 9:21 pm

Remember the memory of the blue sky and the green grass and the girl you should have kissed. Do you remember? I do. I remember your dopey smile and your shaking hands and I remember your face as I turned and walked down the road away.

Remember, you can still kiss me, if you can find me.

» Posted By Ella On 05.30.2011 @ 5:44 pm


his elongated sideburns were scarred upon his ill stricken face. and sometimes that face would look down at me with sadness. “how can you love her, but not me?” he asked. But I had no answer for him, for he was just not the one for me. and still his sideburns carry on, living happily.

» Posted By ella On 05.29.2011 @ 9:13 pm


I shook my canteen half-heartedly: out. I looked without hope towards the slowly setting sun, and then back behind me at the path I’d left in the sand. I had made little progrees, as far as I could see. I could see myself sitting down, feel my knees buckle and the sand beneath me. But I had to keep on going. I closed my eyes, drew a deep breath, and put one foot

» Posted By Ella On 05.26.2011 @ 5:57 pm


I sat in the booth with you waiting for my fish and chips to come. Just please hurry up I thought, I need to have something, some food to stuff my mouth with. So I don’t have to say I love you back, so I have an excuse.

» Posted By Ella On 05.24.2011 @ 8:28 pm


wetzel’s pretzels are really yummy! maybe because they’re so soft. but are they supposed to be? like, there are those hard pretzels we always eat at track meets. are they like… a different species of pretzels? *mind blown*

» Posted By ella On 05.22.2011 @ 6:55 pm


RAWRR. evil witch, but something more sinister. commonly used with the phrase, “unleash the wrath. another thing that comes to mind: the beginnings of a fatal revenge plan.

» Posted By ella On 05.21.2011 @ 2:24 pm


A domestic cat is a cat which lives in someones house. These cats are usually tame but occasionally can lash out with their claws. This is one of the reasons i dislike cats. With dogs, you can see their claws 24/7 and they’re blunt so they don’t hurt.

» Posted By ella On 05.20.2011 @ 11:36 am

once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a family. Every day she witnessed domestic violence, against her, her mother, her sister, and her brothers. She suffered terribly from this, and vowed to never do this to her children, if she ever lived that long

» Posted By Ella On 05.19.2011 @ 9:19 pm

at home. this also reminds me of flights and airports and all that. how i sometimes need my green card… even if i live here. weird. i feel uncreative.

» Posted By ella On 05.19.2011 @ 8:46 pm


i want to do this, but i can’t. i know that it’s wrong. this little creature inside of me is screaming at me to do it, but the moment passes.

» Posted By ella On 05.17.2011 @ 2:43 pm


lost. usually not meant to be left out. just… forgotten. left behind.

» Posted By ella On 05.16.2011 @ 11:10 am


getting drunk, happy, fun… loving life. very strong. drinks get stronger and stronger. suddenly shitfaced. really wasted. feel sick. go to bed. wake up tomorrow even more sick.

» Posted By ella On 05.15.2011 @ 10:39 am

Throwing up in your friends kitchen sink. Falling out of taxis and into clubs and into bed with boys whose names you never knew. High heels and broken ankles. Morning after, vague memories even vaguer regrets.

» Posted By ella On 05.15.2011 @ 7:58 am

straight liquor? almost. its like russian… is it made from potatoes? idk… vodka. vodka. vodka. vodka. vaaawwddkkgghha. like saying it with a russian (?) accent?

» Posted By ella On 05.14.2011 @ 6:24 pm


The moon was glowing and the wind was still but I knew that the night was not over, what lay beneath the cellar. I doned my housecoat and opened the trap door. With flash light in hand I blinked as I saw a shadow fleeing beneath the open stairs. Was I brave enough to desend down into the dark depth of the unknown and discover the real truth?

» Posted By Ella On 05.13.2011 @ 9:28 am

what? glowing? im glowing. well, i want to be. i want to emit light. is that glowing? wait. maybe its like… reflecting a LOT of light. no, wait, thats shiny. glowing has a more… godlike affect, not an artificial effect. i wanna glow. YEAH.

» Posted By ella On 05.12.2011 @ 8:52 pm


she carried the sack of bones everywhere, not knowing what they were. the family that took her in knew that the bad luck would not leave the house until the bones were buried, until the bodies were surrounded by earth.

» Posted By ella On 05.11.2011 @ 5:47 pm


i didn’t know what to say… so i left.
you could’ve said anything.
you think that i have that sort of power?
yeah. she would’ve accepted anything. consoling people isnt like offering philosophical insight into their lives.

» Posted By ella On 05.10.2011 @ 9:37 pm


These days, the iron is a much loved object yet it oven gets taken for granted. Imagine trying to get the wrinkles out of your clothes without one! I bet half of you would have to google that. You see, the iron is very useful.

» Posted By ella On 04.24.2011 @ 7:49 am


No i just wrote about this. you should shuffle it up more. there is only so much one can think about robots before they must submit to cowering in terror at the thought of how much power robots potentially could have. don’t think that they won’t kill us. they will. oh they will. they will rip you to pieces, and put your brain in a paper shredder.

» Posted By Ella On 04.19.2011 @ 7:58 pm

he was always so difficult to talk to. monotone and evil. i tried to be his friend but it just never worked. he was always charging his batteries, not time for eating or drinking or playing with puppies. he liked to play video games because he could relate to the tv. douchebag. but thats it i guess. robots will destroy us one day.

» Posted By Ella On 04.19.2011 @ 7:56 pm


this word again. well. it takes me back to the place i once knew. when everything was so simple, we could take a stick and some string, and make music out of it. beautiful music, infact. i miss those days when you walk down the street and all you would see are the rastas holding their new inventions, singing songs of hope and love. not to mention the ganja.

» Posted By Ella On 04.18.2011 @ 6:08 pm

acoustic guitar. one of my favorite kinds of music. the sound of the strings being strummed sounds so metallic, so aqueous, so relaxing. like a waterfall. falling water. i can fall asleep with it.. wether its an angry song or happy.

» Posted By Ella On 04.18.2011 @ 5:59 pm


You keep me warm at night, my friend, my companion. I feel like you’re the only friend I have. Everyone else is meaningless, I have nothing, no-one. Only the momentary warmth you bring to me.

» Posted By Ella On 04.18.2011 @ 12:55 pm

That’s the way he always came home. Whiskey was his escape, though I always saw it as a weakness. He never dealt with his problems, decided that drinking was an easier way out, that maybe if he got drunk his life would be a dream and one day he would wake up and everything would be okay. When I tell people about this, they often stare at me with disbelieving eyes, wondering why I was involved with such a man. I never really had an answer for this – why didn’t I leave? It would have been simple enough to just walk out the door, suitcase in hand, but I didn’t.

» Posted By Ella On 04.17.2011 @ 12:18 pm


Success is defined differently from person to person. Success is measured in happiness and not cash-wads.

» Posted By Ella On 04.05.2011 @ 9:53 am


I wondered, the other day, if I will ever get married. My mother tells me she will never do it again if anything ever happens to Steven (my stepfather). She says this not because he’s her soul mate, but because he gets on her nerves. My father has only been married once, and that was roughly 10 years before I was born. He never married my mother. Now he’s “shacking up” with a woman I really like (I think it’s safe to call her stepmother). They’ve lived together for 6 years, and got a “surprise” three years ago in the form of my new(ish) brother. I wonder if that will be me. I sure as god hope not. I always wonder if people are even meant to find the one. I mean billions of people in the world; what’s the chance that I will find the one. Is there a one? I hope so. Hope I find him too. Maybe I should just be one of those cat women. I wonder…

» Posted By Ella On 03.09.2011 @ 4:59 pm


math and the hspa test and geometry class i’m not in and the alphabet and not chess and not alexander and idk really what to write. acids are not basic umm isn’t bleach a base?

» Posted By ella On 03.01.2011 @ 8:42 pm

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