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is a place where go the valijas i dont know english but is that i think. is like mountain in spanish, very similar. and if you read in spanish it is like put on or something like that.

» Posted By nicole On 06.06.2013 @ 2:58 pm


She had always been my antithesis. On my wedding day, she wore black to offset my white. I played with dolls, and she ripped their heads off. I went to college, and she fell into performing in an unknown city in an unknown town. I called her and left a message, and she deleted it with a grin.

» Posted By Nicole On 06.04.2013 @ 9:17 pm


The journey I share with my actual sister. We are best friends and we go on crazy adventures together. I love her with all my heart and i’d do anything for her. She is the person who I tell all my secrets to.

» Posted By Nicole On 06.01.2013 @ 8:52 pm

I have a sister & she is really mean to me. she called me a bitch on my birthday but my mom says I have to stop fighting with her, She is 24 and she still lives in my house, I have to share a room with the demon. she is super duper mean to me. I wish I could bond with her but she is cranky ALL THE TIME!!!

» Posted By nicole On 06.01.2013 @ 8:50 pm

I always craved to have a sister beside my side; from the moment one of us was born, through the years and the tears. Instead, I’ve come to live in a home with seven brothers. Sometimes I wonder if God did that just to spit a joke in my face. A sisterhood seems like something no one should miss out on; this is not a very funny joke.

» Posted By Nicole On 06.01.2013 @ 7:23 pm


Ouch. Oh. Deserts are barren and hot and a woman can be barren and cold. No seeds.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.31.2013 @ 7:47 pm


The room was dark, but I could still see the neon lights graze his teeth; his maniacal laughter filled the room, and I couldn’t help but think that the high pitched echoes must have slipped underneath the doors; surely someone must have heard them. Hours passed, and neon blurs faded to cosmic colors on the wall. I fell asleep with images of glowing teeth on my eyelids.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.29.2013 @ 8:37 pm


The little girl sat beside the grave stone; oblique in nature and disposition, it seemed like quite a juxtaposition to see such youth beside the dead. Dead flowers lay in her hands, and I couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d been sitting there; how long did it take for the flowers to die?

» Posted By Nicole On 05.28.2013 @ 6:50 pm


Ha! As if it’s even a question; If I could do anything, I would delve into the parts of our brains that scientists say we are unable to tap, tap, tap into. What an unbelievably unnerving statement! You mean to tell me that as I type this word and this word and the next, I am only using a tiny portion of my brain? Well I’ve got one question for you: Where’s the door to the other parts?

» Posted By Nicole On 05.27.2013 @ 5:10 pm


She looked up and saw everything she had worked for, shattered and crushed. There were buttons hiding in the corner and glimpses of glass strewn about. There was only so much time she had until the art opening; the opening that her career depended on. She glanced quickly at the clock; the hands were closely inching toward the 12. She had one hour, until more than just her art project would shatter.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.26.2013 @ 6:10 pm


My head spilled out onto the sidewalk. I couldn’t see much from the contorted position my body was in.
My legs were being pummeled by invisible trucks, and my face was being punched by the invisible lunch bully. I couldn’t even turn my head enough to see where my bike had landed. Maybe I shouldn’t have left Josh’s at 2 in the morning, but how was I supposed to know this would happen? All I knew at this point was that I couldn’t fathom the idea of moving, and the heavy weight of my cellphone in my pocket vanished. I began to lose feeling all over. I think I heard sirens through the woods, but that could just be the hallucinations that come with banging your head against the street and bleeding on everything.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.25.2013 @ 4:51 pm


Just like that, the silence in the room no longer existed. His fist met the young boy’s face, throwing him backwards into the wall. It was a clout that tore away the boy’s conscious abilities.
“Fuck,” the man breathed. “Hey Kid, I’m sorry; You wouldn’t shut up, I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to,” he paused, breathing heavily as he placed his hands on his crouched knees, “do.”

The boy, Cameron, was gone.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.23.2013 @ 6:34 pm


There was a time when I never would have considered doing what I was about to do; It was crazy, insane, and completely asinine, and yet, here I was, crouched inside of a catapult, ready to fling myself into oblivion. The catapult had been placed in our village to ward off our enemies, but I have taken it upon myself to use it as an escape. Things are too complicated here; I need to leave.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.21.2013 @ 8:55 am


I was 26 years old; I was alone; I was scared. The night time captured me, pulling my entire existence into a cloud of darkness. No one could help me or offer words of solace, so I curled into my body and fell asleep humming a quiet melody in my throat.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.19.2013 @ 9:18 pm


He passed her the piece of paper that held more worth than weight. At first she eyed it, refusing to make a move.
“You better make the right choice,” he snickered.
“Fuck off.”
And with that, she dangled the pen in her hand, angling it toward the paper as if she was going to sign it. He watched her hand inch closer and closer to the paper, awaiting the moment when they would collide, thus forming his dream.

Before he could react, she stabbed his arm with the pen, and ran.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.18.2013 @ 2:50 pm


Harry flew the plane faster and faster, pushing the plane’s and his own physical limits, It was life or death. Attempt to evade enemy attacks using drastic measures, or die. Harry’s young life played in his mind, and he was not satisfied. He wanted more. He concentrated, gathered all his skill, and weaved in and out of enemy fighter planes with ease, like an eel, but the air was his water. The sky was his domain.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.17.2013 @ 1:01 pm


First thing that comes to mind, Woody Allen. I’m not even a fan of the movie, but it does allow for some beautiful views and scenes of Manhattan life. I’ve visited Manhattan a few times and was always fascinated by the speed and grandeur of the place. Also, it makes me think of one of my very favorite cocktails: I do love a good Manhattan at the end of the evening.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.16.2013 @ 8:55 pm

I felt my heart sputter in my chest as the train finally halted to a stop. Before the front passengers even had time to escape, I was already halfway down Broadway, experiencing complete bliss. Grandpa always said this place would light up, even if it didn’t have lights. Everyone and everything was so incandescently glowing; it was the most humbling thing to see. I finally made it. Hello, Manhattan; I am home.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.16.2013 @ 12:08 pm


She sat in the quiet rocker beside the window, gently allowing her body to move with the piece of furniture. She remembers how it felt to be seven years old, watching intently as her mother rocked in the chair; back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. As her eyes met the clouds, she wondered how her life had gotten to this point: sitting alone in the middle of New York City, with nothing but a rocking chair to keep her grounded.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.15.2013 @ 8:45 pm


She allowed the wafer to sink into her mouth, seeing is she could taste Jesus Christ on her pallet. The priest stared at her mouth, her eyes, and her shaking legs.
“You may sit down now ma’am, and may the Lord be with you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What’s wrong my dear, we have a mass to get through.”
“That’s not Jesus Christ, it’s just bread.”

“Please take a seat ma’am.”

She walked out the church doors; the echo from the slam resonated throughout the entire church. No one said a word.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.22.2013 @ 5:06 pm


He touched her shoulder, and tried to kiss the freckles that climbed their way to her neck. She flinched, not yet used to this sudden physical attention. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “Can’t do what?”
“Love you.”
He dropped his cheek to comforting space between her shoulder and her neck and traced the constellation of freckles for the final time.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.15.2013 @ 9:22 am


She walks confidently, her red dress contrasting against the grey streets, buildings, and sky. Nothing about her seems provocative, but everyone knows. Everyone knows.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.14.2013 @ 2:48 pm


The stars are above us. Watching over us like a caring father. they guide us when it is dark, they lead us to home and to safety. Explorers used these fatherly stars to discover new continents and to travel far away.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.11.2013 @ 7:35 pm

Celestial confusion swirled about, trying to pull me in and teach me its elusive ways. I felt drunk, yet sober; tired, yet alert. There were contradictions leaking from my presence as I stared into the sky. The celestial confusion continued to swirl above my head.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.11.2013 @ 7:10 pm


There are monsters that loom in your head and friends that loom by your side. So drop your gaze from the sky and focus on the good. Are you aware of all the looming entities you should be very grateful for? The magnetic force of the monsters can only hold you for so long, until you’re forced to meet the beauty that looms beside you.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.10.2013 @ 8:27 pm


I use soap in the shower and when i wash dishes and now im thinking oops this is the weirdest website im not good at theses things but oh well oh well ahhhhhhhhhh soap. okay. hmm. soap reminds me of bubbles and bubbles reminds me of the talking soap in blues clues which reminds me of steve from blues clues.

» Posted By nicole On 05.09.2013 @ 4:03 pm


I like good beer. IPAs, Pale Ales, Porters, a nice Cream Stout. Why do other people like shit for beer? I am surrounded my beer, I work in a liquor store. Is it bad that I judge people on the kind of beer that they throw up on the counter?

» Posted By Nicole On 05.08.2013 @ 6:56 am

I like to drink beer on the weekends. Sometimes out on the porch in the green chair

» Posted By Nicole On 05.07.2013 @ 1:09 pm

Beer is his friend on a Friday night, when his friends have left him for someone more exciting. Beer is for friends who cannot stop shouting at the television, and for parents who are searching for an escape from this hectic life called ‘what did I get myself into.’ Beer is not for everyone, but it’s okay to allow it to sit in your gut and take you away once in a while, but be weary, for beer has the power to overtake your mind, and take you too far…perhaps to a place from which you cannot return.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.07.2013 @ 12:10 pm


I tried to pry them from my head, but nothing came. I waited for them to float down from the sky and land in my lap. I wanted so badly to kiss the pages with my fingers and have stories come to life in my presence, but it never happened. I kissed my papers and held them tight, but no words ever came, so I had to go find them; I had to tell my story.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.06.2013 @ 9:31 pm

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