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I’m going to be punished for what I’ve done…I’m going to rot in Hell for the crime I’ve committed…they finally caught me. I, the ‘Smiley Faced’ killer, have been caught and sentenced to life. I’m going to get raped, beat down and possibly killed in jail. That is, if I don’t kill myself first…
» Posted By Rachel On 04.07.2013 @ 6:01 pm
covering my face and arms in little pale splotches, with only a few other ingredients it turns into the most recognizable food on earth. soft but heavy,
» Posted By Rachel On 04.07.2013 @ 12:12 am
The flour bag exploded all over the table, floor and my body. It was a mess…and when mom comes home, she’s going to be a mess too. I’d tell her it was an accident, and she’d ask me why I had the flour out in the first place. I wouldn’t tell her the truth though. I’d have to think of a lie. Oh why must life be so complicated?
» Posted By Rachel On 04.06.2013 @ 8:03 pm
Tightness clenching my soul and heart like vines binding me from being my best self, from being ME. I need to break through, I need to be great, I need to be free.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.05.2013 @ 8:36 am
everywhere. climbing the old brickwork, tearing at the mortar, obscuring the windows and doors. so long abandoned, left to the vines. once a full place, a family place, filled with light and laughter. dark now, but
» Posted By Rachel On 04.04.2013 @ 9:55 pm
The vines that grew on the fence in the backyard were huge. They grew so fast and big that we could barely see the neighbors yard anymore. I remember looking at those vines and thinking, ‘I wish they were gone.’ My dad eventually cut them and then they were gone. I remember thinking, ‘I wish they were back.’ But they never grew back.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.04.2013 @ 9:51 pm
Rather than the big breakfast I usually ate, I only had a bagel on my plate. I wasn’t very hungry. The test I was going to take in an hour or so was throwing me off. I couldn’t think straight, let alone eat. If I passed this test I could bring my grade up…but if not, I might get held back. I just want to make my family proud. I hope this bagel is enough.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.03.2013 @ 4:38 pm
oh bagel , how you tempt me. I enjoy you in so many flavors, I drape you in so many delectable spreads. hot or cold, soft or crunchy, I do not discriminate.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.03.2013 @ 3:22 pm
I saw a little smudge today. it was on the corner of my glasses. I walked around viewing the world with a slight softening around the edges of everything in the lower left quadrant of my vision, all because of a little smudge. it took me hours to notice it but only moments to wipe it away, yet it affected all that I saw. a smudge is a curious little thing.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.02.2013 @ 10:00 pm
Oh no! My new white dress! I got a smudge on it. I knew I shouldn’t have drank the juice…but I was so thirsty. I hadn’t drank anything all day. It wasn’t worth it though. I was supposed to look nice for Trenton…but how can I do that now? I’m so disappointed, and I’m sure he will be too. Or am I overreacting? It’s just cranberry juice.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.02.2013 @ 7:17 pm
the entirety of most people’s lives are fabricated. we tend to become not who we are but, rather, who we think the world wants us to be. we design a character that we dutifully slide on each morning. if we are very lucky, we get to take off this character when we come home but rarely does this happen. instead, we wear this character so diligently we slowly lose more and more of ourselves until we are not truly ourselves and not truly our character, either. when we meet a new person, we meet them not as ourselves but as our fabricated character and there is very little chance that this will somehow bloom into a relationship where you can now be wholly yourself, different from the character and false pretenses the relationship is founded on. fabrication for mass appeal is dangerous in that as we lose ourselves, we lose our moral compass and sense of self worth.
» Posted By Rachel On 04.01.2013 @ 4:31 pm
the entirety of most people’s lives are fabricated. we tend to become not who we are but, rather, who we think the world wants us to be. we design a character that we dutifully slide on each morning. if we are very lucky, we get to take off this character when we come home but rarely does this happen. instead, we wear this character so diligently we slowly lose more and more of ourselves until we are not truly ourselves and not truly our character, either. fabrication for mass appeal is dangerous in that as we lose ourselves, we lose our moral compass and sense of self worth.
» Posted By rachel On 04.01.2013 @ 4:25 pm
There was a plague going around. Killing everybody slowly but surely. My brother was the first to have it, so I know how it works. It’s eats away at you until there’s nothing left but your corpse. I watched my brother turn from a healthy boy to a walking skeleton. Then my sister. I know I’m next. I’m scared. I don’t want to die.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.30.2013 @ 2:28 pm
Everybody loved Number 1. Everybody praised Number 1. Everybody showered Number 1 with fame and fortune. Everyone loved Number 2. Not as much as they loved Number 1, but they loved that number, none the less. There was no love for Number 3. There was no praise and certainly no fame or fortune. Why did I have to get the bronze medal? I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to be praised. I just wanted to get the gold…but I wasn’t fast enough…
» Posted By Rachel On 03.29.2013 @ 11:09 am
I was destined to do this. It was a sacrifice, but it was my destiny. Ever since I was born, I was meant to die…meant to sacrifice myself for someone else to live. I was scared of this notion at first, but now that I know who I’m saving, I don’t mind. I’d do it ten times over, so long as she got to live. I just hope I’m not forgotten…I just hope my sacrifice wasn’t in vain.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.26.2013 @ 6:58 pm
“Holy Calamity. Scream Insanity. All you’re ever gonna be, is another great fan of me.” When I’m big, you all are gonna look up at me. You all are gonna wish you treated me better. You all are gonna wish you became my friend. You all are gonna wish I didn’t remember you…but for now it’s just a song. One day.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.25.2013 @ 8:56 pm
“I’m listening to you.” That’s what he said. Is it bad that I don’t believe him? I really want to. But I know better. He never listens to me. Nobody listens to me. I guess that’s my fault. I never say anything worth listening to. I don’t even want to listen to myself sometimes. I guess it’s not his fault. But why does he have to lie about it?
» Posted By Rachel On 03.24.2013 @ 3:06 pm
The bricks were lined up one by one next to each other, making a trail. The trail led to some place I’d never been. Not necessarily some place I wanted to go, but just some place new. And isn’t that always nice? Some place new? Some place lurking with new opportunities and adventures? Some place where I could leave my mark on the world? Bricks…lead the way.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.22.2013 @ 11:50 pm
Beware of the dog. That’s what the sign said. I should’ve listened. I know I should’ve…but I never listen. You can’t tell me anything; I have to find out the hard way. And like all those other times, I found out the hard way again. The bite hurt. So did the stitches. And the rabies shot. But is it sad that I don’t regret it? Beware the dog. Beware my stupidity.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.20.2013 @ 8:54 pm
It pained me as I watched her go. As I watched her walk right out of my life. I wanted her to stay. I wanted to stop her…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop her. I wanted her to be happy. And if she was happy without me, then I wanted her to go…even if I really didn’t.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.19.2013 @ 9:18 pm
The tall buildings hung overhead. Their eyes staring down at me as I walk around the unfamiliar streets.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.17.2013 @ 1:16 pm
I want to live in the larger ones. The ones where you can walk the streets and know that so did others, great others who will never be forgotten in the history of forever. People live in small towns, and I do not see why.
Perhaps they do not crave to walk in the shadows of greats, but look at all around them and feel the comfort of their own creases, turning to each landmark, each tree and saying “this is mine and only mine.”
» Posted By Rachel On 03.17.2013 @ 11:40 am
I don’t even know what that word means, but I THINK IT MEANS VAGUE. AND MY CAPS LOCK IS ON. ANYWAY, I AM OVERT AND VAGUE OR WHATEVER THAT MEANS…CAN’T ANYONE GIVE US WORDS I’VE ACTUALLY HEARD OF MANY TIMES BEFORE?
» Posted By Rachel On 03.15.2013 @ 6:59 pm
Eternal life. Isn’t that all what we want? To live forever. To never die. It’s beautiful…yet at the same time it’s not. Because it’s not natural. It’ll upset the balance. We’ll spend more tears than we should, because we’ll watch our friends and family die long after we should’ve.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.13.2013 @ 9:54 pm
The tales in this book are different. Different isn’t even the right word. More like unusual. I’ve never ran my hands across a book like this. It’s something special. I can’t ever let anyone read it, though. They wouldn’t understand it’s uniqueness. It’s my special book. My special book of tales.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.11.2013 @ 9:14 pm
The rose that was in my hand had withered away. I bought it for her…but it didn’t last that long. It only lasted a few hours…it could’ve lasted longer, had I watered it right. But I never did have a green thumb. Not like her. I hope our relationship lasts longer than this rose.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.10.2013 @ 9:51 pm
You will age as I will age and I realize with disdain that
more than my father and more than my mother and more than my very best friends
I am afraid to see you die
for I am on the outskirts of your life
and cannot face the fact that I will never really know you.
Will it be strange for me to attend your future funeral?
» Posted By Rachel On 03.10.2013 @ 8:34 pm
I looked across the terrain and saw Roberto standing there alone. He looked sad. Sad and lonely. I knew I was part of the cause for that look. I couldn’t help it though; I couldn’t be seen with him anymore. If I was, then there would be some nasty consequences. I didn’t like nasty consequences.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.09.2013 @ 6:19 pm
I could believe this. Timmy was coming also. I hated Timmy with a fiery passion. He was always copying his brother. Of course, that was to be expected of him, but it bugged me for some reason.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.08.2013 @ 10:04 pm
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I had a chicken bone in my pocket also. I wasn’t quite sure what it was doing there. I mean, yeah, I know I just ate chicken, but I don’t remember putting the bone in my pocket. That’s something my brother would do, not me. Maybe he knows why it’s in my pocket…
» Posted By Rachel On 03.08.2013 @ 9:23 pm