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chapped

His skinned chapped in the wind as it stung his face. The snow, a blinding blanket, lay in heavy drifts upon the ground. He bent his head against the cruel weather and willed himself onwards towards the shack and refuge. I’ll be safe there for now, he thought. But how long before they come?

» Posted By Helen On 04.25.2012 @ 12:25 am

earring

He held the earring between two fingers as he watched her walk up the path to her flat. He knew he should give it back straight away, but it proved him with the perfect excuse to see her again; gain her confidence.

He stared at the jewel a moment longer before slipping it into his pocket.
“This will be easier than I first thought,” he whispered.

» Posted By Helen On 04.17.2012 @ 9:32 pm

A blood stain ran through the carpet like creeping fingers. The earring lay just beyond it’s reach, a white pearl, nestled into a gold leaf.
Was it the victim’s or the or the perpetrator’s? Detective John Hand bent down and slipped it into a bag. He’d seen this before, but on whom?

» Posted By Helen On 04.17.2012 @ 12:37 am

hood

He pulled up the hood that hid his face and moved through the dark, a shadow hardly seen, except by the watchful eyes of Magaski. The boy never noticed the creature, but it noticed him.

Magaski licked a paw and wiped it across one ear. He would follow the boy by the roof line, here he had the best view without being seen or heard.

» Posted By Helen On 04.04.2012 @ 9:57 pm

capture

His face was just perfect, Annie had to capture it forever. She looked through the viewfinder. He never noticed the girl with the old fashioned camera as she clicked the shutter switch and smiled to herself.

» Posted By Helen On 03.28.2012 @ 6:50 pm

petition

allowed. followed.
respected. detected.
law and order.
the face on the quarter.
changing the rules

» Posted By helen On 03.14.2012 @ 12:34 am

I’m writing a petition today to stop the use of cigarettes near any area that may in the present or future contain children or young adults or could possibly reach such an area. If you agree that cigarettes are harmful please sign this.

» Posted By helen On 03.14.2012 @ 12:30 am

professional

A word i hate because it rings fake.
like phones it reeks of metal
and reeks of words from people,
far from great.

» Posted By helen On 03.05.2012 @ 7:48 pm

town

it’s a breezy little place, breezy only in weather with the tumbleweeds and shaking trees because the people are so staunch and unwavering. the few streets are tangled, possibly mussed by the wind, but also messy like mycelium: it’s a fungal municipality with twists and turns curling into a knot of town square with branching offshoots sucking up the benefits as far out as it reaches. the spindly roads tend to taper off into nothing, but some eventually blend into the interstate.

» Posted By helen On 03.04.2012 @ 2:00 pm

sweat

Beads of sweat dripped from his brown, he pushed back a stray lock of damp hair and continued to climb. Each hand grasped at the rock surface, his muscles so tight they felt like they would snap. “Don’t look down,” he whispered over and over to himself.

» Posted By Helen On 03.03.2012 @ 6:59 pm

medical

They stared at him as he lay on the cold slab. Two heart beats registered on the monitor. Dr. Michael stood poised with the scalpel. He sliced through the rough skin of the alien ignoring his piercing screams. No longer would it remain a medical mystery to them.

» Posted By Helen On 02.22.2012 @ 3:12 pm

clue

Maria looked around the room in the hopes something would at least give her a clue as to what happened here. She ran her hand through her hair as her eyes took in the broken plates splattered with blood, that lay strewn across the floor. Among the debris something bright sparkled in a shaft of light. As she reached towards it, a long silver tongue flicked out.

» Posted By Helen On 02.14.2012 @ 7:18 pm

sparkling

She held the glass of sparkling wine and sip its cool liquid. The room was crowded and she wondered if she would find her quarry. Strapped to her thigh was a colt derringer; she had to complete this mission or they would kill her.

» Posted By Helen On 01.11.2012 @ 4:27 pm

bland

Bland is very boring food. There is really not taste. I think of pudding with the lumps. My mother used to make it–it is called Tapioca pudding. I also think of the hospital when I worked in the kitchen. Some patience were put on the bland diet. I wouldn’t like to be on that for very long. Life can be bland. When it seems to be same thing every day. Luckily, snow is on its way and so this very mild, bland winter will son be ending.

» Posted By Helen On 01.11.2012 @ 10:44 am

apron

He tied the stings of the apron around his waist, then picking up the saw, he placed it against the torso of the body that lay lifeless on the table before him. Smiling as he made the first cut. Would he wake up before he had finished he wondered? that thought made him chuckle to himself.

» Posted By Helen On 01.05.2012 @ 7:03 pm

bridge

The bridge was in front of her, waiting to be crossed. Begging to be crossed. Daring to be crossed. But she couldn’t put one foot in front of the other. She just stared at the bridge, wondering what life would be like if she crossed to the other side. She imagined life might be better, but the uncertainty was enough to ground her. Would she ever get the courage to taste a different life?

» Posted By Helen On 12.30.2011 @ 5:22 pm

dessert

only fine time until the ice cream melts. until you figure out why you left me. but I already know the reason. it was because my eyes weren’t honest enough. one day we’ll meet again, under the palm trees, and share a root beer float. like old times. forever together. and this memory will stick between our eyelids.

» Posted By helen On 12.27.2011 @ 12:37 pm

fireplace

I left you by the warmth of the fireplace
eighteen weeks ago
next to not yet opened presents and old egg nog cartons
frozen with the times we forgot to spend together
only now do I know the importance of the holidays
but don’t forget .

» Posted By helen On 12.23.2011 @ 6:10 pm

obey

She looks down, cheeks flushed, hands trembling. His voice certain, commanding and reassuring at the same time. She has no choice. A timid “Yes,” escapes her lips. A sardonic smile twists his characteristics. She’s his.

» Posted By Helen On 12.04.2011 @ 5:35 am

skyline

The wind whistled around her, its bite sharp on her flesh. She cast her eyes towards the canopy of bright star light, one light seemed brighter than all the rest. It was travelling across the skyline coming closer by the minute.
Oh my god, she whispered. Is that what I think it is?

» Posted By Helen On 11.29.2011 @ 6:58 pm

hearts

She gazed into the crystal ball and was shocked by the vision. Bodies piled high; a macabre heap of lifelessness. Torn from their chests and scattered across the ground were their hearts. Marianne turned away, “It has begun” she whispered.

» Posted By Helen On 11.16.2011 @ 4:35 pm

icicle

they are raindrops that freeze on the roof
and they sit in the sun and they melt
they hang and they sparkle like disco balls

» Posted By Helen On 11.12.2011 @ 12:53 pm

beginning

A good beginning deserves continuation. And that is a complete truth nowadays. Many projects which are started with a good purpose are supported to make our world better. So why stop? As there are many ways to make our world better.

» Posted By Helen On 11.11.2011 @ 12:30 pm

prints

Marcy looked at the foot prints in the mud. They were nothing like she had seen before.
“What do you think it is? Jan stared at them.
“I don’t know,” whispered Marcy. “But whatever it is, it’s not of our world.”

» Posted By Helen On 11.09.2011 @ 6:33 pm

patent

leather chairs
everywhere
all mine
all yours
our leather chairs

kittens
are ruining
our leather chairs
EEEKKKKK

this was a really bad word

» Posted By Helen On 11.08.2011 @ 5:39 pm

riots

The screams filled the air. Smoke screens flashed with flickering fire, and people ran. They were angry. Who wants to be so deranged that they put a manic on the throne? These people did not agree…they hate. They fear. And they fight.

» Posted By Helen On 10.28.2011 @ 12:21 pm

artistry

He wielded the knife with panache, craving out a name for himself. In his mind his work was pure artistry; it was the bloody bodies that he left in his wake that were his signature.

» Posted By Helen On 10.26.2011 @ 4:39 pm

radical

leftist someone who doesn’t care about social norms a free spirit someone who’s uncomfortable with negative shit someone who cares about society’s direction someone who doesn’t go with the flow someone who thinks for themselves

» Posted By Helen On 10.21.2011 @ 7:24 pm

castle

The mist enveloped the castle; a grey blanket thrown carelessly over it. The turrets peeked above the smokey tendrils, like teeth jutting out into the night. I kicked my horse forward and we walked at a slow pace to the draw bridge. I had never believed the tales that this place was haunted, but tonight, seeing it like this, brought a shiver down my spine.

» Posted By Helen On 10.19.2011 @ 9:24 pm

mutual

Mutual is shared experience and connection. One with another is a great way to see the world. To share means to connect truly with another person and see how one’s interests, activities and perceptions go further than yourself and can resonate with another’s being.

» Posted By Helen On 10.18.2011 @ 10:27 pm

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