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the general said “go back to the barracks you boring butt” and then he linked eyes with the brothel next door. the general feeling was stark.

» Posted By Elle On 04.15.2009 @ 8:49 pm


i am a wildflower. growing the the fields. i am thirsting for more water– it is too hot here. i love to see the sun shining down on me. it makes me feel safe. if i were to run away, i would not live, for i stick to my roots. my family is where i belong. i am beautiful. i am pink and orange. growing crazy in the woods. i love the animals around. they are sweet to me and love me so.

» Posted By elle On 09.11.2008 @ 10:02 pm

With a wildflower in hand, the boy jumps off his bike and runs up the stairs. Panting now, he nervously rings the doorbell and waits. As he waits, he imagines her face when he gives the flower to her. When the door opens, his smile takes over his face and utter joy washes through him

» Posted By Elle On 09.11.2008 @ 9:32 am


I went to throw my paper cup away, thinking about the man who handed me the cup of coffee. Who had he been? Why was he here, now? The rest of the people milling about the grave were murmuring quietly.

» Posted By Elle On 09.06.2008 @ 11:30 am


I was walking down the aisle, not the grocery store ailse, but the wedding aisle. I was wearing a white dress and my husband to be was at the end. my father’s hand was linked in mine as we glided down the aisle to the bad, slow music. we were on the beach though, which made it better.

» Posted By Elle On 05.27.2008 @ 12:04 pm


this word will be eternal and never ever end. lasting forever means that there is no end, end is irrelevant. the human mind can not even fathom the extent of this. if something has been lasting forever it has no beginning either. therefore there is no start or finish.

» Posted By Elle On 06.22.2008 @ 7:18 am


No strings attached, except for puppets and polititians. Strings, intwined, around hands, around choices and decisions.

» Posted By Elle On 06.18.2008 @ 6:02 am


I have never come to my senses like the grown-ups have prodded me to do. Instead, as I have become a grown-up I have realized that senses are safe and for cowards

» Posted By Elle On 06.19.2008 @ 11:22 am


He folded his hands and placed them in his lap. His eyes were downcast and the rain poured outside.

“I’m sorry, I wish I had something else to tell you.” She was sincere enough, but they both knew the words were hollow. But that was the danger that came with war.

» Posted By Elle On 11.30.2009 @ 3:21 pm


Transparent people are my favorite kind of people, the see-through kind of people. They have no hidden agendas and aren’t pretending to be someone they aren’t. They make the best friends, the best parents, the best partners.

» Posted By Elle On 11.29.2009 @ 11:25 am


my friend naomi played the chello while we were growing up. i never really knew anything about stringed instruments before i met her. now every single time i see one i think about her. naomi got married yesterday. i love you girl! hope you don’t fall off the face of the planet!

» Posted By elle On 11.28.2009 @ 9:09 pm

my friend naomi played the chello while we were growing up. i never really knew anything about stringed instruments before i met her. now every single time i see one i think about her. naomi got married yesterday. i love you girl! hope you don’t fall off the face of the planet!

» Posted By elle On 11.28.2009 @ 9:08 pm


this white pile
sweeter than honey
coated her teeth and lips
a harsh grit against her skin
and coated her smile

» Posted By Elle On 11.14.2009 @ 7:17 pm

Sugar, ah, honey, honey
You are my candy girl
And you’ve got me wanting you
Honey, ah, sugar, sugar
You are my candy girl
And you’ve got me wanting you

» Posted By elle On 11.14.2009 @ 1:28 pm


its virtual, but true, all we’ve shared is a few words on msn but i know they are filled with love and truth, its virtual, but its authentic, its love

» Posted By elle On 11.13.2009 @ 6:26 pm


what about a cone do you wanna know? I used to wear cones on my tits at when i worked at an ice cream shop. and i used to dream about shitting in a cone and giving it to someone i hated.

» Posted By elle On 11.12.2009 @ 2:42 am

Vanilla ice cream melts down the side of the waffle cone. Slowly, it drips, but faster than the child’s pink tongue to catch it.

» Posted By Elle On 11.11.2009 @ 2:57 pm


the horse galloped right after him making strange noise while white showed on its mouth , where the bid had been just seconds ago.

» Posted By Elle On 11.10.2009 @ 1:17 pm


Towels are used in everyday life, but one so rarely thinks about the sacrifices that a towel makes. I constantly is wet, then dry, then wet, then dry. How horrible! And it has to touch your private parts!

» Posted By Elle On 11.07.2009 @ 9:56 pm


I raised my hands up, feebly against the onslaught of words, like they could protect me. I heard him laugh berating me harder and I clasped my hands together, a different kind of shield, hopefully more effective. Prayer. God.

» Posted By elle On 11.05.2009 @ 7:49 am


An old man on his porch, strumming an ancient banjo. He’s thinking about happier times; simpler times. The crop isnt coming in this year and his farm is bought out my a new superstore. He doesnt know what happens next.

» Posted By Elle On 11.25.2009 @ 10:27 pm


I love stripes. They remind me of candy canes and sugary childhood in general. In addition, I’m strikingly reminded of barber shops and selling candy to go on over night field trips in middle school.

» Posted By Elle On 11.23.2009 @ 8:36 am


my love.

» Posted By Elle On 11.19.2009 @ 3:11 am


align yourself and you will understand the meaning to everything. perfect alignment doesnt count. align your goals, hopes, dreams, ideals. get those in order and life will be aligned in time.

» Posted By elle On 12.20.2009 @ 12:26 pm


i never understood the whole thing of dogs chasing mailmen, it’s like wtf? my dog never chases the mailman, for god’s sake, the mailman drives a fucking car. if my dog were to attempt to chase a mailman, she’d be run over and owned like no other. i mean, who’s ever seen a dog chase a mailman or a mailman get fucked over by a dog in their lifetime (other than in cartoons)? it really makes absolutely no sense

» Posted By elle On 12.17.2009 @ 11:59 am


Sometime i feel like an idiot. i go to this school thinking that ill be as good as others. and then BAM! instant slap-of-the-face. i now feel like the biggest idiot in the world. classes suck, everyone’s feeling like crap and everyone feels like an idiot. but not as worse as you feel. you’ll always feel like the bigger idiot.

» Posted By elle On 03.01.2010 @ 2:55 pm


He hated tofu, but Simon loved it, so he never brought it up. He didn’t complain when it was in his soup, or his stir fry or in his sandwiches, but he would not, would not allow it in his ice cream.

Even vegetarians didn’t eat it like that!

» Posted By Elle On 01.24.2010 @ 12:38 pm


I got hooked on my laptop the minute I held it. Suddenly I was able to do things at the same time. multitask. Watch my daughter and check my email. Sit next to her and do Elmo’s World while I work. It opens up the amount of time I spend with her. I probably spend more time on my laptop than I would have on the computer. I’m working on that. I’m doing my best. It’s so easy and so fast, just to log in. Just once. And then twenty minutes go by.

» Posted By Elle On 01.20.2010 @ 1:09 pm


She poured the liquid into the glass, careful not to spill. She’d heard enough horror stories to know that it was better safe than sorry and, frankly, she’d paid that guy a mint for it so she didn’t want to waste a drop

» Posted By Elle On 01.18.2010 @ 2:59 pm


That’s it. Done.
She’s pregnant.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Her life is ending every second.
So what if she stops it all?

» Posted By Elle On 10.13.2009 @ 4:50 pm

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