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There once was a girl who was too lazy to get out of bed.
There were only two minutes left until school started. Her mom and brothers were screaming for her to get up, but she didn’t want to.
Screw them, she thought. She rolled over and went back to sleep.
She didn’t wake up again. Her brothers had poisoned her.
» Posted By Isabelle On 10.23.2011 @ 2:50 am
oi pensei q isso era um jogo de terror na minha grande duvida queria saber o q é isso é um site de compras pois vi no youtube duas pessoas jogando um jogo de terror com esse lindo nome
obrigado por me enganar
» Posted By Isabelle On 10.07.2011 @ 8:34 am
The look of desperation in his eyes convinced me he was not lying. He looked like a drowned man. His face and lips pale and grey. His eyes wide open as if enduring some ineffable pain. If anything, he believed what he was saying. My own eyes were glued to his, and I felt myself crumbling. The ground shook, my feet collapsed. Was this what they meant when they said…
» Posted By Isabelle On 09.23.2011 @ 6:30 pm
silk. like worms. like you. you’re a worm.
» Posted By Isabelle On 08.23.2011 @ 7:34 pm
silk is so smooth like your beautiful skin
smooth like silk
is your skin
the little worms
at least do not crawl out
except sometimes they do
when you’re mean
» Posted By Isabelle On 08.23.2011 @ 7:26 pm
a canvas can be dark, it can be bright, it can be anything you want. its your portal to the creative world. you can do with it what you will and be who you want to be.
» Posted By isabelle On 08.07.2011 @ 8:24 pm
Wow, that’s when the light bulb went off in my head. It was like the little tiny filament was burning bright because I finally realized what I wanted. Rather what I deserved. I didn’t think it would take this long to figure out, but now I knew what it took.
» Posted By Isabelle On 08.06.2011 @ 12:09 pm
I hated him. He was so pompous and arrogant. He thought he owned the place, rather than just kept it going while the lights were off at night. He was the night manager and I was the day manager. I have, rather had more power than he does. Still does. Yeah okay, I got fired. But for good reason, he needed to be put in his place. That’s all…
» Posted By Isabelle On 08.05.2011 @ 6:16 am
Okay.. You can do this.. Just take one step. Ankara told herself quietly. Seeing them together hurt her deeply. Okay, see? That wasn’t so bad. “Oh Hi Ankara.” Uh oh. She was about to take a step backward, but he was too quick and she didn’t want to be rude. “Hello.”
» Posted By Isabelle On 07.30.2011 @ 10:54 pm
It’s dark, it’s dangerous. It’s horrible, it frightens me. I tell my mother i’m scared. She simply looks at me, in her passive state. I imagine that when you’re drunk you don’t hear the noise as much. Maybe I should borrow her whiskey bottle, too?
» Posted By Isabelle On 07.26.2011 @ 6:20 pm
There was a flash, Ankara shrank brank yelping. Boom! Went the thunder and she let out a terrified yell. Why? she wanted to cry out, why today? Strong arms closed around her and honestly she didn’t care who it was, she shrunk back into the arms and whimpered hating feeling so terrified. Ankara sniffled burying her face in the stanger’s shirt as she lay against him shuddering. “Shh,” He murmured softly against her, as she held him tightly trying to escape the terrifying noises that surrounded them so closely. He began to stroke her hair, and she felt strangely better.
» Posted By Isabelle On 07.26.2011 @ 10:36 am
Etiquette. It’s something we learn as children, or supposedly learn as children. My grandmother, the avid Emily Post reader that she was decided when I was 16 I would show society my proper manners and wear the same white dress she did, however I felt very different about the situation and had a better plan in mind.
» Posted By Isabelle On 07.13.2011 @ 9:37 pm
i like mosis and the plague by sephen king and >I think it’s a cool book i hope a lot of people enjoyed it cause I did! it was entusiastic and funny
» Posted By isabelle On 07.12.2011 @ 1:07 pm
It reached deep within her, the fire burning her inside and out as she writhed within it’s control.
» Posted By Isabelle On 06.27.2011 @ 8:20 pm
killed the cat
» Posted By isabelle On 05.16.2011 @ 5:50 pm
achille’s heel. his downfall. a point of great fragility. also hurts if you break it. hard and callused. summer days. dirty… lots of washing.
» Posted By Isabelle On 05.07.2011 @ 3:56 am
A place of redemption, of escape, of validation. Where worlds merge and we realize our mortality and what could be through the physical and the nonexistent. Words… And more words… merge to create eternity.
» Posted By Isabelle On 04.11.2011 @ 11:35 am
plans go popo sko poopo sometimes! oh nooo what haeppened to my plans skee poops zi doo!
children have no plans. that’s why they’re children! let’s go run in the clouds!
oh, the marvelous clouds.. passing on… on… on… onn
» Posted By Isabelle On 04.03.2011 @ 8:43 pm
The infinite curvature of the simle astounded the group. People stood in silence and the shape of the scene. Beautiful curves, straight post-modern edges, abstract but classical pieces all together. I embraced my friend near me and begin to cry. The simplicity of the piece in front of my eyes held all of humanities possibilities through shape. Line, circle, triangle, square, and the infinite beauty of the others in between.
» Posted By Isabelle On 03.19.2011 @ 8:48 pm
a wand is magic. fairies,wizards and other people use them they dont work in reallity i want one for myself that actually works and that is cheap
» Posted By Isabelle On 03.14.2011 @ 9:50 am
I hid beneath them as a child, staring out from between the wooden legs and into the crotches of the adults above them. Then as I grew, I joined their ranks at the tables. There was always food and laughter and conversation, and then when I became a teenager it was replaced by the TV. Such is life.
» Posted By Isabelle On 02.25.2011 @ 7:09 pm
Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will drink no more.
You know what I really like about tables? They can be all different shapes and sizes and colors and materials just like people.
And in the morning if you get up early enough and walk into the kitchen the light shines in the window at just the right angle and hits the surface of the table before dissipating into the room. I love that.
» Posted By Isabelle On 02.25.2011 @ 6:23 pm
the papers shriveling into nothing, all evidence burnt away to a crisp.
» Posted By isabelle On 01.22.2011 @ 9:06 pm
Veruca Salt. Did she ever survive? I mean, yeah, she was a bad egg. Real rotten. But did she deserve to be boiled up? Although, that is the old movie version. Where did she go with all the nuts? When was the last time you read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the legit Roald Dahl story? Too long, eh?
» Posted By Isabelle On 01.22.2011 @ 8:47 pm
It’s dangerous. You’ve heard so many stories about people falliung in them, right? I mean, Veruca Salt? Those three guys from the bible? Although, they did survive. But it’s still hot. It’s like hell. But it keeps you all warm and snugly on a winter night.
» Posted By Isabelle On 01.22.2011 @ 8:43 pm
I don’t like sports. I never really have. I used to play soccer and that was okay. But I played it years ago, so I don’t really care about anythingconcerning this topic anymore. I feel bad, because there are probably a whole bunch of detailed stuff on this, but I ust can’t get into it. I know there’s Michael Jordan. But when I was a kid I got his name confused with Michael jackson’s. It’s kinda sad when you think about it. I mean. Really. That’s just bad. I wonder if someone could make me like sports one day. I hope so. Um, words words words.
» Posted By Isabelle On 01.17.2011 @ 9:01 pm
reply. to respond. to have a witty response. he remarked upon the colour of trousers on the floor. teal. i have some apple juice in the freezer. don’t ask why. just don’t touch it.
» Posted By Isabelle On 06.08.2010 @ 9:28 am
“Looks like we’re gonna have to take a detour. This road is blocked off.”
“But Mandy, that takes effort! Why not just speed through the signs before the police catch us?”
“What are you on, Karlie? That’s stupid. I’m turning left.”
“Seriously Karlie, deep breaths. Do you honestly think we need trouble with the police right now?” Sammi protested, flipping her dark brown hair behind her shoulder.
» Posted By Isabelle On 05.01.2010 @ 11:25 pm
He thought because he played the bongos in his band he was cool and different. Well, he was pretentious. In my memory, I recall him as being a pompous arsehole who thought wearing loud Hawaiian shirts made him ironic or something.
» Posted By isabelle On 04.24.2010 @ 5:33 pm
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The necklace sits upon my neck, its silver heart keeping all my love inside. its so beautiful and it looks so graceful just sitting there. It makes my neck look so elegant, but at the same time weighting me down, fore now, ill forever be bound to you with this chain.
» Posted By Isabelle On 05.05.2010 @ 8:02 am