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I love to eat brunch with my friends, especially bagels or waffles. It’s such a wonderful time. It also reminds me of fancy Brits who have tea and crumpets but that may not be brunch. It reminds me of eating brunch after church when I was a kid, but I prefer to have Sunday hungover brunches with good friends after a crazy night out Saturday. Yay brunch

» Posted By Maddie On 03.08.2012 @ 12:41 pm


Mary dressed in her most professional suit. Very professional, she thought as she saw a stain on the coat. It was from her cat. Mary was a very sad, boring cat lady. At least I’m professional, Mary said to herself sarcastically.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.06.2012 @ 11:11 am

I wish I was a professional. I would work in a sky scraper on the 27th floor, have my own office and my own secretary. Every day at 2pm, she would go to the nearest deli and order my lunch: ham, cheese and tomato on whole grain bread. I would wear expensive suits and shoes that clicked on the marble floors.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.06.2012 @ 3:19 am


The town was small, quaint, and dead. There was no life to be seen in any corner of the town. If you listened close enough, you could perhaps hear dogs barking. Children singing. But perhaps it was just your imagination. The town was dead.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.04.2012 @ 6:50 pm


the cabin in the woods. it seems that it’s the only place i feel at home. childhoods were spent there. memories were made. love was found, and eventually lost. sometimes home can be a bit painful. but it will always welcome you back.

» Posted By maddie On 01.27.2012 @ 5:39 pm


She could hear him, of course, but she pretended not to. His pleas weren’t enough to thaw the ice that had formed around her heart. She turned her body away from his and stood to leave.

» Posted By Maddie On 12.25.2011 @ 8:31 pm


princesses don’t have it as good as everyone thinks. yes, they might have maids and admirers and riches and what have you, but they are often kidnapped by evil villains and trapped in high towers with no windows. from your point of view, sure, royalty is great. but the grass isn’t so green on the other side. no. the grass is probably dead and scorched from that fire breathing dragon guarding the castle.

» Posted By maddie On 12.12.2011 @ 6:12 pm

“You. A princess. You could never be a princess,” the girl sneered. But I kept my cool and looked at her, a placid expression on my face, and replied, “It is not what you wear or who you are that makes you a princess, it is what you do for others.”

» Posted By Maddie On 12.12.2011 @ 5:05 pm

The young princess ran down the stairs, not looking back. How cliche is this? the clock strikes 12 and suddenly, everything changes. She is not the girl she was only a few hours ago.

» Posted By Maddie On 12.12.2011 @ 4:53 pm


She was worth it, he decided. She was the apple of her eye. She was worth more than all the gold and silver and precious stones in the world. She completed him and he could never see himself without her by his side. Smiling, he swung the door to the jewelry shop open, ready to begin his future with her.

» Posted By Maddie On 12.07.2011 @ 10:41 pm


“Sit up, it’s a sign of confidence, dear.”

The sullen teen glared at her mother and yanked the headphones out of her ear. “What?”

“Stop slouching, people will think you don’t think highly of yourself.”

“Mom, clearly you already do.”

» Posted By Maddie On 12.01.2011 @ 11:20 am


Her house was sterile. Every piece of furniture was arranged just so. Every doily was draped at a perfect angle. The pictures were hung at perfect ninety-degree angles. He’d expected to walk into a home the first time he met his mother, not a museum.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.26.2011 @ 7:44 pm


Study Study Study. I study so hard, but i still fail the test. My pneumonic devices have failed me once again, and my mind has gone into overload.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.22.2011 @ 10:08 pm

As I study his face, i see the anger and misery within, and realize how much he has been hiding from me.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.22.2011 @ 10:06 pm


She sat at her desk, day after day, staring at the computer screen. Her boss walked by slowly, menacingly–or so was his intention–making sure that his employees all worked hard.She knew his schedule, though. Knew that he took a coffee break at ten o’clock and then strolled around the sterile, whitewashed walled room for a few minutes, slowly sipping his sissy frappaccino. It was only then that she minimized the solitaire window and pretended to be studiously checking reports and crunching numbers.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.17.2011 @ 2:49 pm


“You left me there. You just left.” Her voice was almost void of emotion, which was odd considering the importance of the subject.

He shrugged. “I didn’t leave.”

“You did,” she insisted. “You left.”

“No,” he said. “I walked forward. You didn’t follow.”

» Posted By Maddie On 11.15.2011 @ 2:24 pm


Starts it all. Never worrying about the end. Something new, untold, changing. Promise comes with it and hope keeps it alive. Remembered the beginning when all was perfect? then end was nowhere near and i never knew how it would end.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.11.2011 @ 2:24 pm


rolling rolling rolling. Whenever we need them to they take us places. Always on the move, always fitting our needs, our times, our lives. They are a mold of our society! They are like a person in our modern world, who is always working to fit their own needs.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.05.2011 @ 11:29 am


The expression on his face looked like a combination of anger and hurt. He looked at me with those big blue eyes, and i knew i had made a mistake. I shouldn’t have said those things to him. I wish I could take them back and go on pretending it never happened. But I can’t.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.04.2011 @ 11:41 am


The thought was profound, i know. But for some reason, i couldn’t get it out of my head. I looked around, just begging for a distraction, but there was nothing there to calm my nerves. Just the sound of my heart pounding in my chest as l prepared for my destiny.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.02.2011 @ 9:04 pm

The thought was profound, i know. But for some reason, i couldn’t get it out of my head.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.02.2011 @ 9:01 pm


I find it difficult to rleate to those who don’t care about tothers. This is quite ironic but it seemjs taht there are far too amny people out thre who jsut give a crap about anyone except themselves and perhaprs their families – even caring about their closest friends is a bvridge too far. I don’t understand that. I care about everyone – unless they cross me and then I turn very very vcold. But those I care about, and thre are lots, I spend a lot of time and effort trying to amke their lives jollier, more chocolate-filled and satisying. And I don’t do this out of a need to be caared for myself, or do I ? Except that I have never noticed anyone imprioving their treatment of me based on my treatment of them.

» Posted By Maddie On 10.21.2011 @ 12:52 am


mutual relations shared experience let’s exchange the experience like a kate bush song so few things in this world are reciprocated and genuine.

» Posted By maddie On 10.18.2011 @ 8:37 pm


The dull boy stared with his eyes fixed upon the old grandfather clock in the corner. “Is something wrong?” I asked him. He replied, “No, nothing.” Then, after a slight pause, continued with, “It’s just… Well… My mother and father used to have a clock like that. Before they died, I mean. It was stationed right by the door, so we always knew if a visitor was on time.” He sighed. “It all seems a bit silly now, but back then, I used to stand by that clock and just watch the minutes pass. As if I had all the time in the world. But life can change all that, I guess.” At that moment, I just stood there with my mouth agape. His past was filled with so much sadness, but yet, here he was, still alive and well, but lonely as ever.

» Posted By Maddie On 10.17.2011 @ 3:36 pm


the colored letter don’t suffice words on words and words never concise all foreign attempts to offer advice to the someone I used to be. man’s questions are just another man’s questions and advice is irrelevant.

» Posted By maddie On 10.15.2011 @ 3:22 pm


spring is a beautiful thing. to find love in the spring is to combine two beautiful aspects of life together. fulfilling voids that the winter left us when it took away that beauty.

» Posted By maddie On 10.12.2011 @ 7:06 pm


last night a man called me on the phone and spoke of his conviction. i was not sure what he was trying to say or who he really was but he said he might have to go away for a long time and it sounded like a script on foreign human connection.

» Posted By maddie On 10.11.2011 @ 6:37 pm


stacks of books line the walls. higgledy-piggledy. unorganized. but loved. read through many times. cared for, but not enough to line them on a shelf, as many other people would. no, she keeps them as is. to preserve them as they were when they were finished, the stories they told still fresh in her mind. to keep them as they were when she loved them most.

» Posted By maddie On 10.10.2011 @ 6:49 pm

the stacks are the term we use at my radio station to describe the location of the 20,000 cds we play. also like the bon iver song re:stacks your love will be safe with me and so on and suchforth

» Posted By maddie On 10.10.2011 @ 3:21 pm


iron metal prongs like cold steel only hot and silver like a disco dress that i saw once in the window of a thrift store. it struck me dead like it was from the closet of some mother turned waitress from the good old days. the days of sunny fields and hidden beer cans and smoking out car windows, your scarf ends trailing in the wind

» Posted By maddie On 10.09.2011 @ 11:57 pm

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