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cream cheese icing is potentially the best thing that has ever happened to me especially when my grandma makes it and puts it on her carrot cake but without walnuts or from the port road bakery in whangamata. or on red velvet cake/cupcakes which NO ONE WILL FUCKING MAKE FOR ME but i will learn one day!! maybe for sophs birthday or georgias birthday which is so soon! it’s zanes birthday on thursday and i have no idea what to do. now i have a half thing weird thing with hasan can i still see him on sudnay? do i even want to? what are we going to do/talk about/will i feel guilty for doing it as its not his fault any of this happen and will this cement his feelings for me? I JUST DON’T KNOW

» Posted By maddie On 07.22.2012 @ 10:53 pm


Instructions are Someone telling you what to do. They can be written or spoken to you, I wish there were instructions to everything in life, including people. Men have a rep for never reading instructions. Some instructions are hard to understand

» Posted By Maddie On 07.21.2012 @ 9:22 pm


She was hit by the car. It came out of now where. What had happened? She was lifted onto the stretcher and taken to the hospital. Even though it was in front of his house he would never know. She planned to keep it that way.

» Posted By Maddie On 07.18.2012 @ 6:20 pm


a railroad is many things a memory a nuisance or even a necessity. Many may remember the railroad children a classic tail. Many may use the beloved railway to get to work or see family but some also see it as a nuisance blocking our country side and acting as a safety hazard for young energetic children i am personally a fan!

» Posted By maddie On 07.04.2012 @ 5:01 am

He works on the railroad from sun up to sun down and sometimes very well past that, with twenty other men who dream of the good life not unlike him. It is the American dream they tell him when he gets his pay check. People would kill to be where you are. And they’re right; people have died standing where he stood.

» Posted By Maddie On 07.03.2012 @ 10:08 pm


It was a sunny saturday afternoon. The wind was blowing and the water was flat. It was the perfect sailing day. So, I rigged a boat and set sail, hoping to maybe, finally, get away from this place.

» Posted By Maddie On 06.29.2012 @ 7:08 pm


She altered the wrench’s position and tried to twist the bolt again but it was stuck. Real stuck. No matter the configuration.
“Fuck.” She muttered, and let the tool drop, sometimes she wondered if it was even worth bothering.

» Posted By Maddie On 06.27.2012 @ 6:59 pm


framework frames anything. framework of a house stops it falling down. framework of a story is the most important thing. without framework everything falls apart. the framework of your body is a skeleton. Framework is why planning a story is important, or any project for that matter, because a good framework leads to a good shaped story or project, or even a house for that matter.

» Posted By Maddie On 06.17.2012 @ 12:36 pm


It’s something I hold. That channels my power as my legs pump across the court. I grip it tightly, legs bouncing slightly as I wait for the ball to come towards me, then as I see it I draw it back and it feels like an extension of my arm as all my energy is pulled through it.

» Posted By Maddie On 06.10.2012 @ 6:04 pm


To be changed by something – an event, a person, a place… anything at all! It can be for better or for worse, make you happier or perhaps sadder but the result is still change. Which is usually a good thing. Change makes you stronger.

» Posted By Maddie On 05.27.2012 @ 1:26 pm


He pulled a stunt one day. That was the first and last stunt he ever did. That was the last thing he ever did. Don’t reenact Joan of Arc.

» Posted By Maddie On 05.26.2012 @ 9:25 pm


i was in a shop today and i bought some milk then a guy came forward to me and said Backspace.. that was all he said, i wondered what Backspace could mean.. it was very very strange.. i thought about it all day.. but i couldnt seem to figure it out.

» Posted By Maddie On 05.18.2012 @ 6:28 am


I went to my usual place by the hallowed out tree. It was peaceful, serene. I liked it there hidden away from the world. In a place that was all my own, where I could do whatever I wanted. Where I could be free.

» Posted By Maddie On 05.01.2012 @ 9:23 am


alibi, oh alibi,
it’s sweet music to my ears
ringing sweetly as a lullaby
That only I can hear
Alibi, Oh alibi,
You’ve saved me I’m free

» Posted By Maddie On 04.29.2012 @ 7:32 pm


I think about lips. You need some chap-stick. But chap-stick makes your lips slimy. its gross. why do people like it. I don’t. But my lips don’t get chapped.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.24.2012 @ 1:25 pm


it doesn’t take much you see, the gesture being so simple. who can predict what little tantalizing treat might send them into the beyond. it happens frequently but with great regret. eying the charm with doubt and truth intertwined.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.15.2012 @ 11:10 am


sometimes she bites me. i like when she bites me, i like the marks of her being so obvious that they can be seen upon my skin. i like for people to know that i am hers, and that she is mine.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.11.2012 @ 2:00 pm

sometimes I get bitten. not in that stupid vampire obsession teeny bopper sense where girls fall all over, completely absorbed with idiotic hollywood stars. but i have been bitten, many a times. and when every time my mum notices, she yells and yells for about two minutes. i laugh and shrug it off. i can’t help it if that’s what others want to do to me in the moment. i like to be bitten, i like to bite.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.11.2012 @ 1:57 pm


there are old people, dressed like children acting young and free, rain boots and raincoats. there is rain outside and the puddles are collecting underneath the windowsill. they splash about and laugh and run. they play like they are young again, like they are free from the real world. nothing can stop them, the rain has given them their youth back.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.10.2012 @ 6:29 pm


Pins belong in pin cushions. Pins are like things that stitch us together and keep us from falling apart. They hold us into place, especially if we have not yet been stitched. Pins precede finality, in that they are the lay out for our make up but are subject to change when placed under the needle. Pins are pulled out when the stitches are sewn into place, making us unchangeable and forever one way…that is unless one has scissors and decides to cut the surface back open to re-do what’s already been done. Also, pins hurt when you step on them and can get stuck in your skin. Ouch.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.09.2012 @ 7:51 pm


The flight attendant annouced over the speakers, “Now boarding all passangers.” While gathering my bags, I couldn’t shake the feeling that what I was doing was wrong. I shouldn’t just take off, without so much as a goodbye, but I needed too. I had to get away from all of this. At least for a little while. You may not be able to run from your fears forever, but you can hide from them for a little while to buy you time.
That was my reasoning for stepping on the plane that day. I didn’t know how wrong I was. My fears were hot on my tail and closer than ever.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.03.2012 @ 11:07 am


We were drifting apart and I knew it. I could see in his face that he knew it too, but niether of us said anything. We didn’t want to come to terms with reality. We both knew that deep down inside, that it wasn’t going to last forever.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.26.2012 @ 5:01 pm


a flower,
or the sea.
that colour a mix between blue and green.
your eyes.
how you make me feel.
sun kissed
autumn wind

» Posted By maddie On 03.25.2012 @ 6:53 am


The car trunk was stuffed full of dead bodies. They had been dead for at least a week and they smelled of rotting flesh and decaying souls. The pungent smell wafted through the open window of the adjacent warehouse to the nose of Mr. Wilson.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.22.2012 @ 9:22 pm


What has been broken can never be truely fixed. It will always be broken in a way. Never fully back in its original condition. It happens to innanimate objects, and it happens with people. The difference is when people get themselves back together they are newer, wiser, and more ready. In the process of healing they find and gain strength they didn’t even know they had.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.21.2012 @ 7:56 pm

The ballot was fixed of course. She didn’t actually win, that was just what the results said. You could see the confused expressions on everyone’s faces. They were all so sure that Katy had won.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.21.2012 @ 7:46 pm

They told me I was broken. They said I couldn’t be fixed. I hoped to prove them wrong one day, but I never got the chance.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.21.2012 @ 6:26 pm


The amount of time it might someone to perform a task. I like to say the duration of a task depends on the person doing it. People who over think will always take too long and those who think they are always right take seconds. Maybe this word doesn’t have as much meaning as I think…

» Posted By Maddie On 03.14.2012 @ 4:54 pm


I signed the petition with a curled signature, my black writing hitting the page. Loud and clear. I didn’t know what would happen after my signature was handed in, but I knew at the moment this was something that I had to do. Something that would help us all right now, it didn’t matter what would happen later.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.13.2012 @ 8:35 pm


The second the bell rang, we were immediately dismissed from class. The hallways were crowded, people pushing past in a haste to get to where they were going.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.09.2012 @ 8:36 pm

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