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We are the usual suspects. We don’t belong here and we never will. Our goals and purposes are undeniable, yet they are unaccepted by the greater population. It is almost useless to try to make them understand.

» Posted By J On 07.20.2012 @ 1:27 pm


As I tumbled down the rocky, unearthly soil. I finally found the bottom of the crater and heard only the sounds of the sonar detector bouncing off the sides of the deep, immense bowl.

» Posted By J On 07.17.2012 @ 1:35 pm


The decorations for my place are going to be so “me”. I’m finally figuring some things out.

» Posted By J On 07.16.2012 @ 7:54 pm


crew is like a gang. it could be your best friends or just a group of people you hang out with a lot. its normally the people that others associate you with. or it can be people who work on a stage and behind the scenes of things. crew team is also a thing. or a crew neck shirt is like a normal t shirt’s collar. yeah….

» Posted By J On 07.15.2012 @ 10:49 pm

The crew on Jack Sparrow’s ship were mighty and fearless. They travelled and conquered, cheated and scored. If it weren’t for pirates in this day and age, adventure might well be on its way out the door. Imagination, folks. Pirates are stock full of it.

» Posted By J On 07.15.2012 @ 10:05 pm

The crew on Jack Sparrow’s ship were mighty and fearless. They travelled and conquered, cheated and scored. If it weren’t for pirates in this day and age, adventure might well be on its way out the door. Imagination, folks. Pirates are stock full of it.

» Posted By J On 07.15.2012 @ 10:05 pm


The army moved an auxiliary unit into play behind the first Brigade and pushed forward into the brink of Hell. The two units became so mixed that no cohesion was discernible for any individual insignia.

» Posted By j On 07.15.2012 @ 6:49 am


The doorknob belongs on the door not the wall but the one I see on on the wall, there seems to be no way out but soon I will tear it down brick by brick to open my world up to new ways to love and see how beautiful people really are. Soon

» Posted By J On 07.14.2012 @ 11:01 am

you just hold onto it or push it & it opens a door or cabinet. it can be decorative or boring, any color & it’s a knob for a door. i don’t know if you have any particular one in mind, but some door knobs can be very attractive. although in the past, i haven’t really thought much about a doorknob – iiiiiiii guess we just take them for granted.

» Posted By j On 07.14.2012 @ 12:43 am

I can’t wait to not only reach those doors of future opportunity. I’m not only going to break the doorknob, but rip the door down– everything I want, I will get this year.

» Posted By J On 07.13.2012 @ 2:09 pm


I never had a need for those things as a kid. For each and every cut or gash I got, I never wanted a bandages because I was proud of “war wounds”; still have the scars today.

» Posted By J On 07.12.2012 @ 4:29 pm


I honestly don’t know what to say…um, academic advisers–they help you or they don’t?

» Posted By J On 07.11.2012 @ 5:32 pm


giving advice in a subtle way to have someone do something the way you prefer.

» Posted By j On 07.10.2012 @ 11:20 pm


the big bucket fell down the hill with a thud. the town screamed as the saw their fallen hero, a sign that the water source was rapidly diminishing. “we will have to suffer more this year, bessie” tom said to his wife at dinner that evening. “but we’ve done it before, and we can do it again. together.”

» Posted By j On 07.08.2012 @ 1:07 pm


I haven’t worn overalls since I was a child. Wow, I hadn’t even thought about overalls until now. Oh, sweet nostalgia. Maybe I’ll go buy a pair.

» Posted By J On 07.07.2012 @ 2:40 pm


On the last day of seventh grade, I received detention for wearing flip-flops. I could have escaped out of the bathroom window which was wide open. Freedom was beckoning my name, yet I ignored its call. To this day, I am still bitter about sitting in that dusty library all morning and afternoon.

» Posted By J On 07.06.2012 @ 5:14 pm


cold tickles goosebumps little bumps chicken hills dang it! same word! silly salamander

» Posted By j On 07.01.2012 @ 10:11 am


Oh this Saturday is going to be a regular one; one, because I am going to follow my normal routine of working out, eating, hanging with friends, doing all that is merry.

» Posted By J On 06.30.2012 @ 3:19 am

What is this?

» Posted By j On 06.29.2012 @ 5:29 pm


You gave me the word crust again. I could not figure out what to write my previous turn, so what made you think that I could write this successfully a second time? Yes, I see the irony in this blurb.

» Posted By J On 06.29.2012 @ 12:35 am


The configuration was unfamiliar, after a flurry of keys she drew a slow breath.

“I can’t do it.” Her tone was more surprised than upset.

It was over.

» Posted By J On 06.27.2012 @ 6:45 pm


The rain poured down outside. The pitter patter on the roof kept Sally from sleeping that night, kept her from dreaming of things that wouldn’t happen.

» Posted By J On 06.16.2012 @ 3:50 pm


This was the last straw. Abigail was tired of Stephanie’s bullshit. How did she think she could flirt with her man and get away with it? No, ma’am. Enough was enough. “Excuse me. What do you think you’re doing?” Abigail asked Stephanie.

» Posted By J On 06.13.2012 @ 12:16 pm


A brief moment was all he needed. He just needed a quick look at him to know he was still in his life.

» Posted By J On 06.12.2012 @ 3:46 pm


Switching from the left lane, Adam drove into the underpass increasing his speed as he went. He had to put as much distance between him and his pursurers

» Posted By J On 06.12.2012 @ 6:02 am

Switching houses was a pain in the ass. It was even more painful to switch roommates.
But I think what sucked the most was switching out my old life for a new one.
The best part is, switching things around actually helped me grow. And in the end, it was for my good. I couldn’t be happier now. Don’t be afraid to switch.

» Posted By J On 06.11.2012 @ 8:09 pm

Switching between this shirt and that shirt, these jeans and those jeans, these shoes and those shoes. Which outfit was perfect? Which outfit would make him the most jealous? This would be the last night he’d see him until summer. He had to make a lasting impression.

» Posted By J On 06.11.2012 @ 11:23 am


I once had a green racket for tennis. It wasnt that great but it did its job. If i were that racket I wonder waht my thoughts would be. Could I ever see myeself as anything more? I could be in teh pros. I could be for a beginner who knows nothing of the game. How do I make this person better.

» Posted By J On 06.10.2012 @ 10:25 pm

The racket from upstairs was horrible. Chelsea had been putting up with her neighbors parties for far too long. It was time to put an end to it. Chelsea marched upstairs to 42B and knocked on the door.

» Posted By J On 06.10.2012 @ 1:57 pm


Pushing the button frantically, no image arose. RETRIEVE. RETRIEVE. It had worked before, but maybe she’d used it up. She wondered what the memory had been, and whether she would ever miss it.

» Posted By J On 05.24.2012 @ 6:28 pm

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