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The telephone was ringing. I didn’t know who could it be and hesitated,then I answered. Nobody said a word. So I was upset.
» Posted By Maria On 03.24.2019 @ 9:26 am
join, connect, hold, close, together, key, release
» Posted By maria On 12.31.2018 @ 2:59 pm
She was waiting there, drink left undrunk and going cold on the table. Surely he would come. But as with her coffee the hope was dying and w
» Posted By Maria On 02.13.2018 @ 10:35 am
Reliable. I do not know what that means. No one’s ever been reliable in my life—I have been the one to do thing after thing. If I want something, I’m the one to do it. If I need something, I’m the one who furnishes it. There was nothing for me to do when my finger broke but do bind it myself. When the storms came and the hole in the roof started , Iwas the one to fix it. I’ve learned a lot over time, but now…
now I have to be reliable for someone else. And I don’t know how.
» Posted By Maria On 12.24.2017 @ 7:48 pm
She couldn’t stand it. The rage, the malice, was traveling up her arms and into the blood pooling around her heart. She drew it in, breathing, coalesced it into a ball, and flung it back at her offender, at this unseen entitiy that thought It could attack her, that thought It could ruin her life like this. No one would do that and get away with it. The blood, rushing through the air, formed into a bullet, and hit It in the side.
» Posted By Maria On 12.05.2017 @ 9:19 pm
I used to be everybody’s cheerleader, but who’s going to cheer me up when everything starts falling apart?
» Posted By Maria On 11.02.2017 @ 11:48 am
She was wearing one glove but the other glove was hidden. I had a glove once, but got dried out. I remembered my gloves but I forgot my hat. My hat was made out of gloves, and that was the surprise.
» Posted By Maria On 10.23.2017 @ 10:30 am
Tiled: the way the floor is made. With tiles. How many steps has each tile been walked on? How many people have walked on me?
» Posted By Maria On 09.17.2017 @ 4:39 pm
Cement may be what he needed to mend his heart. Or maybe his life together, cause honestly, therapy wasn’t working at all. He didnt know which aspect of his life was messier.
» Posted By maria On 08.02.2017 @ 7:51 pm
This is a right and a secret.
Everyone has the liberty to do it, to make a decision and to mark what seems better to them.
» Posted By maria On 03.08.2017 @ 1:19 pm
On and on I wrote. I wrote day and night. My journal continued to be the flush of my beating heart, until the heart was empty but the pen was not. Dear broken heart. Dear faithful pen, sweet friend. What more could I ask? A real friend continues to listen, to bear all things without judgement. A pen is friend like no other, until the poor little thing finally runs dry. When the tears have all been cried and the dearest friend is dried up, sorrow is finished. It is finished.
» Posted By Maria On 11.02.2016 @ 2:54 pm
Instructions are words used to help you understand how to do something. Instructions are important because without them you are guessing what you need to do and could get information incorrect. Instructions are numbered or detailed information.
» Posted By Maria On 08.08.2016 @ 12:15 pm
la banque n’est plus un lieu sur, tout est a propos de l’argent de nos jours, personne ne se soucie des choses réelles de la vie, tel que l’amour ou encore la véritable amitié. Tout est matérialiste et superficiel.
» Posted By MARIA On 07.22.2016 @ 3:56 pm
Do it for yourself, not for others.
» Posted By Maria On 02.22.2016 @ 9:56 am
Meeting the man of my life way too late in my life story of my life. I am not sure I believe in fate, but life certainly seems driven that way a lot of the time. Does that mean we have no control over our lives and fate, or does that mean we just need the skill to recognize what fate actually is, where it is meant to take us and how we are supposed to respond to it (with negligence, fear, respect, denial)?
» Posted By Maria On 02.07.2016 @ 11:21 pm
the men hid in the grass, dirt smeared in their faces, plants stuck to their clothes, hidding from the enemy was quite a challenge. they looked around for their next spot, their next move. the goal was to move closer unseen.
» Posted By maria On 01.18.2016 @ 5:09 pm
I have fond memory of incense; particularly sandalwood. The boy I met in high school (and am still happily with) would burn it in his room when we were together. Every time I smell incense I think of these moments with him.
» Posted By Maria On 01.08.2016 @ 11:40 am
funny that not only I had the snow in my mind..
» Posted By Maria On 11.11.2015 @ 3:51 am
transparent, tidy, correct, if I understand something it get’s clear to me. I can cross the street if it is clear I mean without snow. the window is clean I can see clear
» Posted By Maria On 11.11.2015 @ 3:48 am
Determined to do whatever it takes to stick to your goals.
» Posted By Maria On 10.08.2015 @ 6:08 am
Once in a while we all think that our lives are already scripted away. We are all unique individuals, with our own fonts and our own way of writing. Sometimes I think it’s so hard to be an English teacher because of how biased they can be.
» Posted By Maria On 08.15.2015 @ 9:51 pm
an ilusion is something that might seem real but it actuallly is not. we can t be sure cause we don t know what is this reality. we are weak, in our holographic world but still we want to try to get an ilusion of essence of life
» Posted By maria On 08.04.2015 @ 5:25 pm
Buzzing is to make a low, continuous humming sound.this is usually at night and day and it disturb a lot . Mosquitoes and many type of different bees make this noise .
» Posted By maria On 07.06.2015 @ 10:35 am
» Posted By Maria On 06.04.2015 @ 6:08 pm
There she was. The girl of his dreams, along with her girlfriends. Always together, always having fun, always laughing. She was just beautiful. He approached the girl with the beautiful blue eyes.
» Posted By Maria On 06.04.2015 @ 6:05 pm
The noise was deafening. She tried to block the sound, pushing her hands against her ears, but it continued to screech throughout the room. She couldn’t even think properly anymore. All other words, appropriate vocabulary, fled her mind. It was useless. She was trapped, and she would be tarpped for eerver
» Posted By Maria On 05.31.2015 @ 2:10 am
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» Posted By maria On 05.20.2015 @ 5:24 am
of honour, it’s worn by police. police are nice. you can get a badge for being exceptionally good at something. they show how much you can achieve. praise.
» Posted By maria On 04.30.2015 @ 1:59 pm
Hair undone… that’s what she should look like all the time. He stared at her. It reached down to her knees. She was laughing, throwing a ball toward Ana, and—oh, by the spirits. She was looking at him now.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, and then it was as if she realized who he was and who she was and the fact that her hair was down. She scrambled for a shawl to pull over her head.
“I’m sorry—” he said, but he wasn’t. He was watching her.
» Posted By Maria On 03.18.2015 @ 8:17 am
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Controller… that’s what he was. Someone who loved to take things and control them. He hated it. There was… there was… ugh. People who had known Marong Maruk in his youth would have soaid he could never pull a trick like tihs…
But Anshong knew better. He stared at the words, so hard to decipher—the hits to his eyes had hurt, many times over the years. And there it was, written as clearly as he could tell: marry Ghiya.
» Posted By Maria On 03.17.2015 @ 2:15 pm