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no one very understood why I watched her. she wasn’t anything special. to me or anyone really. probably ever. But that was the beauty of it. she was a no one. A dull piece of human that would cause nothing to happen in the world. she had no consequences.
» Posted By Helen On 10.18.2011 @ 5:33 am
a boy scout sells cookies to make money and he looks good for it. he learns how to tend a fire and scrounge for berries etc in the wild woods of the world. A scout could also be a dog or nickname for anyone…but I think of the girl scouts or boy scouts mainly just because of my brains connections. I like girl scout cookies also they are yummy to eat
» Posted By Helen On 10.14.2011 @ 4:11 pm
Merdith and Sooby pushed through the door hidden in the undergrowth. Magell had warned them not to; that there were dangers beyond their imagination, but that did not stop them.
“Tuck your wings in,” said Merdith. “You don’t want to tear them.”
» Posted By Helen On 10.05.2011 @ 3:40 pm
The twigs scratched at my legs as I made my way through the dense scrub. Where was he? I looked over my shoulder; no sign of him. Had I managed to loose him? I hoped so, my life depended on it.
» Posted By Helen On 09.28.2011 @ 6:52 pm
He watched all the bronzed bodies lying on the beach; this had become the playground for those who wished to show off their honed and toned frames. Mark lit a cigarette, he knew who he was looking for, but would he find her here?
» Posted By Helen On 09.27.2011 @ 8:56 pm
Why did they faint every time? He placed her limp body on the couch. Her head fell to the side revealing a long slender neck. The vein pulsing rhythmically, sounded like a drum beat to his ears. His fangs snapped down. He turned away, beads of sweat formed on his brow. I must resist, this one is different.
» Posted By Helen On 09.21.2011 @ 6:01 pm
To be average isn’t something i want to do. i want to live greatly and rebelliously nicely tastefully classy greatly having fun. I guess this is all average, but oh welll. i don’t think peopl should worry too much about being average, because that makes them average.
» Posted By Helen On 09.15.2011 @ 2:03 pm
Frank pointed his gun at my head. “You will pay for what you’ve done,” he growled.
“Steady Frank.” I held my hands up in a gesture to calm him. “Let me give you an account of what happened.”
“Go on then, it’s your last chance,” he snapped.
Could I pull this off? I thought. I’m not a fiction writer for nothing….
» Posted By Helen On 09.14.2011 @ 5:15 pm
account is a lot of things, money, problems, family. They all go together don’t they? Families have an account where they put money, money causes problems. Maybe if we had different kinds accounts, like compliment accounts or hug accounts, our families wouldn’t worry about money, and they wouldn’t have any problems.
» Posted By Helen On 09.14.2011 @ 4:41 pm
I’ve already had the word account before, but that doesn’t matter. If you want a collection of things, you need to make an account. Most people want a collection of coins and paper money, so they put these various items into a bank account so that eventually they will have lots of money in their account.
» Posted By Helen On 09.14.2011 @ 4:39 pm
If there is any money you have, put it into an account. Lots of people are very worried about the amount they have in a personal account, but they shouldn’t. Lots of people use the phrase “personal relationship account” this is when you do something nice for someone, you put some more fake money into your “personal relationship account.”
» Posted By Helen On 09.14.2011 @ 3:18 pm
Lucy crept through the strange maze, each new turning a brick lined avenue, with the strange plants growing over it’s walls. How did I get here she thought. She reached out and touched a flower. It sprung opened and snapped at her with sharp jaws. “Yikes!” She pulled her hand away and wended her way forward, with no idea where she was heading.
» Posted By Helen On 08.31.2011 @ 7:16 pm
Marie struggled up the mountain side. Grasping hold of the sharp edges, she pulled herself upwards. Tim stood on the top ledge and stared down at her. She glanced upwards and gritted her teeth. He might at least offer to help me, she thought, as she heaved herself up the last few feet.
» Posted By Helen On 08.30.2011 @ 8:52 pm
the ship slowly heavied, being engulfed by the salty coldness. it sunk until nothing could be seen but a small head peering from the top of the waves, inexplicably calmly. the head vanished. bye bye.
» Posted By helen On 08.22.2011 @ 12:52 pm
I missed my bus several times in the last few years. It’s always terribly annoying when you miss your bus. I live in an area where the 145 bus doesn’t really like to come. Ever. It doesn’t like timetables. But I should really account for this when I m going to my bus. But, alas, I don’t. So I always arrive late for my lectures with no excuse whatsoever.
» Posted By Helen On 08.19.2011 @ 1:22 pm
Important to feel like you have achieved something.
Something we all want to do.
Something by which we judge ourselves, and each other.
Something I rarely feel like I do but in reality probably do much more than I give myself credit for.
» Posted By Helen On 08.17.2011 @ 10:02 pm
I can’t seem to do it. And when I do , I get SO excited. But sadly, sometimes it can be misconstrued as being arrogant. And I always get very upset when I don’t succeed when I REALLY wanted to.
» Posted By Helen On 08.17.2011 @ 8:33 pm
Merel sat at the oak table as the others discussed their plan to attack Robion’s Castle.
“What say you Merel?” asked Stadgar, “You’re as quiet as a mouse. Me thinks your heart is not in this.”
Merel, hesitated, if I am to succeed in thawting this scheme as Robion bid me, she thought, they must not suspect me.
“Well, speak girl!”
» Posted By Helen On 08.17.2011 @ 6:29 pm
If you don’t try, you cannot succeed; but, if you want to be lazy, you don’t have to try. You should probably try, unless you have enough weed to sustain your nothingness. Still, I’m not positive that you shouldn’t try.
» Posted By Helen On 08.17.2011 @ 4:06 pm
switch back to what you were doing before. i like what you did, i want to see it again. this is what you say when you honestly enjoyed it, you want a repeat. it is something that you know might be better the second time, or at least as good. if something isnt good, you would never want a repeat.
» Posted By Helen On 08.16.2011 @ 11:05 pm
Mary glanced at her watch, ” I’m late,” she gasp. She knew if she was late again, there would be consequences. She ran towards the office, when a loud snap resounded in the air, her knicker elastic gave way as they fell around her ankles. “Bloody hell, what next?”
» Posted By Helen On 08.10.2011 @ 5:35 pm
Being chained to the damp wall was driving her mad. What were they planning to do? She shivered as the cold seeped into her thin bones. Perhaps she thought, it’s time to stop being so nice. A smile parted her lips, as two razor sharp fangs dropped down and glistened against her white skin.
» Posted By Helen On 08.09.2011 @ 10:01 pm
i think that bricks are pretty, especially when they are in a wall, held by cement.
» Posted By Helen On 08.08.2011 @ 7:06 pm
Terry pressed herself hard up against the rocky wall of the cave. How was she going to get out? The water level was rising madly and the entrance, too far away. Soon she would be covered by the cold blue green liquid of the icy sea.
» Posted By Helen On 08.03.2011 @ 4:19 pm
The lightning strike hit her hard. What was she thinking? How could she do it? Why on earth did she do it.? It was all so simple but so hard to see….
» Posted By Helen On 07.26.2011 @ 9:13 am
I feel ill when not sure of what will take place next… but I suppose most people do… what would we feel like if the future was really known? As for the word ill – I don’t really care for it.. it brings about its own demise for sure. I hope this is what is needed.. feel ill waiting…..
» Posted By Helen On 07.25.2011 @ 9:45 am
Skeleton. It’s the bare minimum. Of a body, a paper, a life. A skeleton is not a good thing. Some strive for it, falsely believing that less is more in these cases. A skeletal body has no definition, no strength…. no energy.
» Posted By Helen On 07.24.2011 @ 6:47 am
“Action,” shouted the director, then he sat back and watched. His brows furrowed as the scene unfolded. “No, No, that’s not what I want. Cut, cut I said!” No one appeared to hear. He picked up the large megaphone next to him, lifted it to his lips and shouted CUT!
» Posted By Helen On 07.19.2011 @ 4:14 pm
Merrill ran down the dirty back streets of London, death and despair seemed to surround her. Everywhere she looked, they were carrying out the dead. Would there be no end to this plague? she thought, as she covered her face with a grimy rag and hurried on.
» Posted By Helen On 07.12.2011 @ 9:29 pm
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Nancy stood in the wings, she had waited for this moment a long time. Would she be good enough to get cast in the play? she thought.
“Miss Nancy Teeps on stage please.” The voice echoed over the loudspeaker.
She took a deep breath. “Break a leg girl,” she whispered as she walked into the spotlight.
» Posted By Helen On 07.06.2011 @ 4:21 pm