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It was a cold brisk morning and Kyle had woken up early to walk slowly to school ad listen to the birds and watch the kittens play at the barn
» Posted By Rachel On 10.28.2013 @ 4:48 pm
before i met you
i wished i was never born
i hate you for that
» Posted By rachel On 10.28.2013 @ 10:20 am
This word reminds me of the Lion King because it was the scene where Simba’s father, mufasa died. the saddest part of the movie. Stampedes can be created by all types of animals but particuraly large and dagerous animals creating a dangerous envrionment for all other organisms in the way. Stampedes create a sense of fear in any oncoming orgamisms and can be harmful.
» Posted By Rachel On 10.15.2013 @ 3:36 pm
It was a fine work of mothering, really. She was angry, but the anger dissipated and she was so rational. Trying to cow me into revealing all, little did she know I was vulnerable but still devious. I still kept my secrets, even though she kept my flask.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.29.2013 @ 4:09 pm
it’s just a reflection. Nothing is real anymore. Even as you say the word, you know it’s true. What you see is just your own wishful thinking that roused from your sub-conscious and manifested in a ghostly form before you. You know it can’t be real, yet this is the degree to which we humans control the universe; we will our desires into being – that is power. Yet our curse is that our willing only produces shadows – the minute you reach out to touch it, it’s gone.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.26.2013 @ 2:06 pm
You said, when I first met you, that you had been assigned summer reading. “I’m reading the bible.” you said, and I wished you luck.
Now I wait by my mailbox, I wait for your letter, I hope it is long and says lots, and contains a bracelet of your handiwork. in rainbow colours.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.26.2013 @ 10:19 am
My first kiss was with a guy with tousled hair. I think that might have even been the reason I kissed him, because I just wanted to run my hands through it. I can’t remember how it felt though, all I remember is the feeling of his lips on mine, and the weakness in my knees.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.24.2013 @ 3:50 pm
I remember coming home, and playing piano for the first time in
I had cried when I had come to sit in my room.
Then, playing, I felt as if I would never be sad again.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.23.2013 @ 7:56 pm
I really don’t think that this is an appropriate word to give to fourth graders. I wish there was a way to skip to the next word and try something different because it really makes me doubt that this website is one that I can use with my students. When will sixty minutes be up because I’m really self conscious about that fact that this word is written in large letters on my computer screen and that it isn’t going away!
» Posted By rachel On 09.23.2013 @ 12:44 am
Hell is a place I want you to go. I want you both to go, there.
and I will smile sweetly as you make your descent, and finally you’ll realize that you missed your queue,
one time too many.
Am I spiteful?
This passive-agressive stance is the only one I can take in face of your cruelty.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.22.2013 @ 5:35 pm
In my work I meander and in my free time I’m lazy and this life isn’t efficient and all of the time I’ve been gifted is squandered or must of it anyway
» Posted By Rachel On 09.20.2013 @ 6:05 pm
I am constantly comparing myself to others. On paper, online, in life.
And I need to stop, because every day I feel it eat away at me a little more and a little more.
I don’t want to become nothing.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.19.2013 @ 6:35 pm
My small range of dance moves leads me to this, but it is okay because tonight, everything is ridiculous. So I plug my nose with my fingers and shimmy downward, my free hand waving like seaweed. And you, smiling, join me.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.17.2013 @ 7:00 pm
the world is complex. people are complex. but most of all, high school is complex. there’s so much shit going on that we don’t have time to just be kids anymore. it’s all signing up for horrible clubs that might look good on our college resume, or hanging out with people we hate because they’re the so called popular kids. it makes people physically ill to walk through two stupid doors into a building that calls itself welcoming and open. yeah, school is the most complex shit out there.
» Posted By rachel On 09.08.2013 @ 2:08 pm
Everything is green in my fantasies, the grass is rich and lush.
You wrap your arm around my waist, so soft it makes me blush.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.08.2013 @ 9:19 am
I silently walked down the hall. Not know what to expect. I could feel him pulling me, it intrigued me. Knowing that he was so close but just out of reach.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.04.2013 @ 10:44 pm
I was intrigued to find that a small box on the coffee table upon ariving at home one night after working a 19 hour shift at the dinner down the street.
» Posted By Rachel On 09.04.2013 @ 10:36 pm
The flowers in the vase were wilting. The yellow petals tinged brown at the edges. The Leaves drooped and were staring to fall off. Everything was rotting.
» Posted By rachel On 08.31.2013 @ 12:25 pm
He stopped and looked at the footage that he’d captured. Her brown hair was slightly wind-swept, brushing across her face. She’d made no move to stop it, but rather kept her eyes down and lidded. He wasn’t sure if she knew he’d been watching her; wasn’t sure if she felt his len’s gaze. Did he care? No. She looked up and their eyes met. Life was about to begin.
» Posted By rachel On 08.24.2013 @ 4:13 pm
The sea was beckoning to me, as if it knew me. I had never known Him as the sea, only as the rain.
» Posted By Rachel On 08.12.2013 @ 12:11 pm
The polar ice caps are melting. I don’t really know what that means. I just hear it said once in a while. Does it mean the polar bears are running out of ice to stand on? Are they desperately dancing on a ever shrinking piece of ice?
» Posted By Rachel On 07.27.2013 @ 12:55 pm
think of all the unwritten stories of people
the mothers who lost their children
the politicians breaking down in the bathroom
with their memories
stories to be told
someone just has to write them
» Posted By Rachel On 07.22.2013 @ 9:24 am
She sat in the heat of the summer rays, a fan in hand and a cold glass of lemonade sweating in the grass. The wind blew the soft scent of fresh cut hay and she dreamed of living away from there. Dreamed of smelling the salt spray of the Indian Ocean or the frigid Arctic air of Siberia. She had the wistful sense of wonder usually allotted to the rich and powerful who could travel the world on a moment’s notice. She sighed and turned her eyes toward the sky, breathing in, and smiled.
» Posted By Rachel On 07.07.2013 @ 7:50 pm
Everyone is creative if they try hard enough. Creativity isn’t based on how much work or how amazing the project is, it’s how proud the person is of what they’ve created, how much thought they put in it, how much fun they had, and if their expectations were matched. If someone is happy, it’s worth it.
» Posted By Rachel On 07.05.2013 @ 6:23 pm
thats how fast it happens. an instant. things can go from good to bad or from bad to good. in an instant. funny how time can do that, change so quickly.
» Posted By Rachel On 06.29.2013 @ 11:47 am
the beach and sandy shells the water splashing and waves crashing all around me. the sunset at the beach the sand in between my toes the strong smell of the sea and the warm touch of the sun. looking and digging in the water for water for beautiful shells.
» Posted By Rachel On 06.20.2013 @ 8:44 am
Pixels are small elements of technology consisting of three colors. A multitude of these tiny image components make up an electric, eccentric and vivd image. They are gorgeous renders of photographs and facilitators of photography and cinematography.
» Posted By Rachel On 06.14.2013 @ 12:07 pm
today i wish i could just flee down a rabbit hole and not deaal with any of the things we deal with in our silly lives. i wish i could find a way to make everything in my life right, but maybe the only way is just to flee.
» Posted By Rachel On 06.12.2013 @ 4:35 pm
My coach yelled at me during practice. Oh, what it must be like to be a favorite, like our catcher over there.
All the other girls have Coach bags. I want one, so badly. I saved up my money for one, but I had to buy some cleats and I have no money anymore. Oh, to fit in.
We visited Charleston. I rode in a coach. It was pulled by horses. Well, really it was a buggy, but I liked to pretend it was a coach, like the cowboys used to ride in. I wish I knew a cowboy.
Coach Coach Coach
Such a word
This how I feel
This is my life
» Posted By Rachel On 06.10.2013 @ 5:01 pm
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I am a fool…but not because you called me one. But because I believed you when you did. I thought you were right, so I acted the part and I played it well. But over time, I learned that I’m not one. In fact, you all are the fools…for putting me down and laughing. You’ll see.
» Posted By Rachel On 06.10.2013 @ 9:10 am