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Cheeks are great they are cute and people can look really cute with cheeks. Especially if they are big chipmunk cheeks and if you have dimples on your cheeks that’s always a plus as well. people are always attractive with dimples on their cheeks.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.30.2010 @ 1:54 pm
I should be overjoyed, but I don’t seem to be. I’m overcome with worrying about how it might not work out in the end, how we might have to go back to how it was before. And I don’t think I’m strong enough for that. I wish I was. I really do.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.26.2010 @ 1:23 pm
it was a bleak evening when i stepped out of m house and on the the front porch people were walking past me. The weather was cold and the sky was and dark shade of blue gray.
» Posted By kristen On 08.25.2010 @ 11:21 am
It isn’t safe when it’s misty. The water in the air could be dangerous. It could be poisoned because of the unclean ocean and rivers. Nothing is safe here anymore. Not even food. We boil the water before we drink it, but sometimes I don’t think that’s enough. There is probably still radiation. And that is a scary thought. But hopefully one day it will all be fixed again.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.24.2010 @ 7:57 pm
Her fingers thread through her hair as she stood in the mist surrounding her home. Home. Her childhood home. And yet, it looked nothing like what she had come to expect from a home. Broken, damaged, abused. She was almost embarrassed to call it a home at all anymore. Now it was nothing more than a house, and an ugly one at that. Yet through the mist surrounding it, she could almost fool herself into thinking that it still held the smallest bit of beauty.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.24.2010 @ 11:53 am
leaves rustling in the breeze. Fall. Brisk air. The sun is shining. It is a happy time. We will pick pumpkins soon. I can smell apple pie in the air.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.24.2010 @ 8:02 am
I remember the leaves rustling in the trees. Such an insignificant sound back then. You never thought about those things. Now there aren’t any leaves. They are all burned up. I was 16 when the bombs hit. Now I’m 19. Three years and I’ve never heard a leaf rustle. I’m beginning to forget the sound of nature. Wind running through the trees. I hope I get to hear it again some day. I hope everyone can come together and stop fighting so we can get back to the world we once were one day. Maybe become something better.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.23.2010 @ 8:04 pm
I didn’t know what to do. It’s like I was having a fight with myself. Two little mes rusting around in my head. Should I stay with him or should I leave. He makes me happy. But he also makes me unhappy. I love him but sometimes I feel like he doesn’t love me. I tell him how to fix things and maybe he does it for a few days and then he just fucks it up. I don’t understand. Why does he do this? Doesn’t he want us to be happy?
» Posted By Kristen On 08.23.2010 @ 8:00 pm
I remember when the world ended. I looked up and saw things falling from the sky. We were living in an old home and we had a bunker. And I’m not stupid. I knew those were bombs. I ran and hid. I knew my family wouldn’t make it. I was the only one home. Stayed sick from school, even though it was only the last week. I was lazy like that. the last week is boring anyway. Now I never get to finish that last week. Everything is dead now. Everything is dirt and dust, and broken.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.22.2010 @ 5:59 pm
There was a jet overhead. The sound was deafening. I knew where they were going. They were going to drop bombs on our enemies. Protecting us so we wouldn’t have to fight them on foot. We never see any action. They always take care of it and then we sweep through and find nothing. I hate war.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.22.2010 @ 5:43 pm
I never understood why people were so cruel. When the world ended we should have all come together to fix things. But no. Everyone started killing each other. Fighting for food and water. When we could have worked together to rebuild. To fertilize the ground and grow new plants and purify the water. We could have done it together. I don’t understand adults.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.21.2010 @ 7:09 pm
To my great delight, the house was clean when I came home with screaming toddlers. To my great delight, the dinner was made for me and clean up after. Does delight just mean I didn’t have to work?
» Posted By Kristen On 08.16.2010 @ 8:30 am
I never thought I would ever have to be saved. I was supposed to be the one saving, the one who people looked up to to always be there for them, and never think about anything but that. I wasn’t supposed to ask for help, or get into trouble, or so anything where I would ever have to be saved. If I got into trouble or harm, I was to get ymself out of it. I have the perfect track record. Or, at least I did until that boy showed up. He just had to do the noble thing to get me out of what probably looked like a compromising position. I’ll have you know, it wasn’t though. I had it all under control. Sort of.
Stupid boys. They ruin everything.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.14.2010 @ 1:45 pm
She picked up the sponge, squeezing it to get the excess water out. With a sigh, she scrubbed away at the floor removing all the evidence of the previous night. She tried pretending that this would be the last time, that she would never has to do this again. The substance stuck to the tile like a sticker from her childhood that was lost int the pocket of her jeans during the wash. A tear slid down her face turning a new stain into a sticky liquid. With a low groan, she scrubbed harder not wanting to think about anything. She shook her head as more tears came.
Collapsing to the floor, she threw her bloody sponge against the wall, and just sat there refusing to let any more tears fall. Hopefully, this would be the last night she would ever have to touch that filthy sponge ever again.
If only, if only.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.11.2010 @ 8:58 pm
SIghing, she set the kettle back on the stove as she has done every night since she met him. Never before had she ever had to use the piece of crap her mother had given her so many years ago, hoping she’d grow up. Now, because of him, she used it every night. Every freakin’ night. She took a sip of her new concoction, and grimaced. Even after 3 months, it still tasted likesomeone had dipped there wart covered feet that hadn’t been washed in days into it, and stirred. Spitting out the vile, she stared at the kettle hoping it would turn into something more delectable. A few seconds had passed when she heard a slamming door, equipped with an unidentifiable man entering through.
“Good evening, Honey.” She kissed his cheek before brushing past him, and up to her room. Just like the vile, he had an acquired taste. A taste she hadn’t yet grown into.
Sometimes, she wondered if her mother had sent him over, as she did the kettle.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.10.2010 @ 11:12 pm
It was one of her favorite memories. It was just her and her best friend, playing on the driveway creating there own little world through chalk, and laughter, and pretending. There was no need for flashbacks in her world; no need for remembering. All she wanted was right in front of her.
“You okay there?” her friend wondered.
“Yeah. Of course. Can you hand me that yellow piece?” She smiled to herself as she looked out into the desolate street. Yeah. who needs flashbacks when they have the present?
» Posted By Kristen On 08.09.2010 @ 4:49 pm
“Anything I could get you?” the bartender asked, sensing a stricken life full of rules and regulations.
“I..uh.. I’m only 17, Sir.” he answered, ashamed by the his confession of youth.
“17? Then, what you doin’ here boy?”
“Escapin’ Sir. Running away to freedom.”
“I see, boy. I see. I was just like you as a kid. Did the ‘xact thing you’re doin’. Got me nowhere but where I am, standin’ in front of you today.”
“So, SIr, I guess now you’re gonna give me a big speech about how I should leave here, go back home, and talk my problems through, and get back on track?”
“Nah. You seem to already know all that. What I’m going to do is pour a little whiskey in this glass, and then just walk away. And besides, the world could always use more bartenders.”
» Posted By Kristen On 08.09.2010 @ 12:09 am
“Mission accomplished,” she said, brushing off the dirt from the ground. She took her newly finished work into view. The walls that were once a blank slate of brick, was now a vibrant canvas of colors. Her art, displayed for the world– well, community– to see. Every stroke, every splatter, part of her life story. “A story for the record books,” her grandfather used to say. It truly was brilliant.
She chuckled as she stood back, spreading her arms wide, looking to the sky. “You can take me now, Lord. Like I said, mission accomplished. Plus, I didn’t leave any space for any more stories.”
» Posted By Kristen On 08.06.2010 @ 6:44 pm
“Mission accomplished,” she said, brushing off the dirt from the ground. She took her newly finsihed work into view. The walls that were once a blank slate of brick, was now a vibrant canvas of colors. Her art, displayed for the world– well, community– to see. Every stroke, every splatter, part of her life story. “A story for the record books,” her grandfather used to say. It truly was brilliant.
She shuckled as she stood back, spreading her arms wide and looking to the sky. “You can take me now, Lord. Like I said, mission accomplished. Plus, I didn’t leave any space for any more stories.”
» Posted By Kristen On 08.06.2010 @ 6:41 pm
All he wanted to do was escape. Just pack up and leave for a while. Whether it was for ten minutes, or ten years, he didn’t know. He didn’t care either. He wanted to go to the place where he was himself, and could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was necessary with all that had gone down lately. The clock tower rang its tune signifing the middle of the night.
That was all the push he needed. Grabbing his backpack, he walked out of that house.No longer would he have to be the one dealing with what was left when others escaped. This time, it was his turn to leave. Taking one last look at the house he had grown up in, he drew in a breathe before walking away into the moonlight. He was free. He had finally escaped.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.05.2010 @ 6:50 pm
I sat in the treehouse with my best friend. We stared out into the abyss that was once our suburban playground. Years ago, this was where we were pirates, and mommies and daddies, andbikers, and skateboarders, artists and adventurists. It looked like an old photograph, forever preserved inour minds like it would in a museum– sepia-toned, and teared from the wear-and-tear of our memories.
“Promise me we’ll come back here when we’re older?” He asked, softly.
“Cross my heart. I sure hope so.”
» Posted By Kristen On 08.04.2010 @ 12:24 pm
I saw the strangest thing the other day. It was none other than my best friend, making out with her boyfriend, aka my twin brother. I didn’t know what to do, so I stashed behind me car, and started making plans to slash her tires. I couldn’t let someone with her reputation date my brother. I vaguely remember telling her that if anybody messed with my family, I would get revenge. Tomorrow, I’m going over to her house and who knows what might go down.
They sure don’t. Neither of them know of each other.
» Posted By Kristen On 08.02.2010 @ 4:53 pm
And that’s when she decided to become a nun. It all started as a joke between her and her friends. She never meant it. But now, after all that had happened, she felt it was right. Sighing, she ducked her head into the black car that was impatiently waiting to whisk her away to her new found life. It was time for some changes to happen. And what better way to change her life than to become a nun?
» Posted By Kristen On 08.01.2010 @ 8:00 pm
MIles went down to the bar. It was his fifth time in the past two weeks. He looked to the bartender, a solemn look on his face, and simply said the words he’s grown so used to saying.
“Hit me, and keep ’em comin’.
» Posted By Kristen On 07.30.2010 @ 2:34 pm
I made it. I made it up. I made it work, I made him cry, I made her fall. I made a child money, I made myself wonder. I made art, I made crap. I made words. I made life.
» Posted By Kristen On 07.28.2010 @ 1:30 pm
The lights were strung above the awning as jewelry is given to a girlfriend. Simply to show that they were important. Sometimes more important than than they look. It’s an appearence thing. The more there was, the more important you seemed. So, she strung those lights, to attract more people. LIttle did she know, how she strings one thing, reflects how she lives. Later that night, she strung the jewelry. Tonight, she needed all the help she could get.
» Posted By Kristen On 07.27.2010 @ 10:44 am
how quickly a life can change: for the better, for the worse. In a flash, in an instant. We build and we contemplate and we wait and we work and all of a ……… it chang
» Posted By Kristen On 07.24.2010 @ 5:04 am
I’ve never forgotten anyone’s birthday. Actually that’s not true at all. I’m sure I must have forgotten someone, but that person must not have been very important to me in the first place. I guess the lesson here is, if someone forgets my birthday then I guess I’m not very important to them either.
» Posted By Kristen On 07.12.2010 @ 11:23 am
there must be order to convict a person of felonious charges, order is needed in a country in order to run properly and accordingly for all the community to behave appropriately. without order there will be consequence.
» Posted By kristen On 07.07.2010 @ 2:50 pm
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utter chaos. chaos is that moment where you can’t seem to get a handle on anything. where you’re shaking from anxiety, but simultaneously moving at an uber-fast speed. your mind, and body, are doing a thousand things all at once.
» Posted By Kristen On 07.06.2010 @ 5:58 pm