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apologetic

done

» Posted By sam On 10.07.2014 @ 6:12 am

you apologize to people I think.

» Posted By sam On 10.07.2014 @ 6:12 am

doubt

done

» Posted By sam On 10.06.2014 @ 7:15 am

I doubt we will make it to the birthday party. When in doubt trotle it out braap. I doubt this is a fun job for you.

» Posted By sam On 10.06.2014 @ 7:15 am

I doubt we will make it to the birthday party. When in doubt trotle it out braaap.

» Posted By sam On 10.06.2014 @ 7:14 am

footsteps

doneee

» Posted By sam On 10.03.2014 @ 5:38 am

done

» Posted By sam On 10.03.2014 @ 5:37 am

they are how you walk. some footsteps can be loud some can be quiet. my footsteps are usually loud.

» Posted By sam On 10.03.2014 @ 5:36 am

failing

doneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

» Posted By sam On 10.02.2014 @ 6:51 am

you are not doing something right. I think I am failing school. failing is not a very good thing.

» Posted By sam On 10.02.2014 @ 6:50 am

stood

I stood at the balcony and wondered what had happened. I knew it was a new thing,l and something drastic had changed. I was not the same man I had been before, and now I would have to face the consequences of my actions, or rather my inaction. I wanted to make a stand, a change of who i was and how i was doing things. My life stood at the precipice and I knew that I had seen me. That was not right, and now I would face what happened as a result

» Posted By Sam On 10.01.2014 @ 6:12 am

retreat

done

» Posted By sam On 09.26.2014 @ 6:49 am

retreat is to redo something I think.

» Posted By sam On 09.26.2014 @ 6:49 am

grateful

done

» Posted By sam On 09.25.2014 @ 5:16 am

im grateful I have a good family. they are so nice and caring.

» Posted By sam On 09.25.2014 @ 5:16 am

imagined

done

» Posted By sam On 09.24.2014 @ 5:27 am

I imagined today would be nice and sunny. I imagined I need to eat.

» Posted By sam On 09.24.2014 @ 5:25 am

hardly

done

» Posted By sam On 09.23.2014 @ 6:07 am

u cant do something very good. I can hardly walk today

» Posted By sam On 09.23.2014 @ 6:06 am

charity

charity i had to gve charity to the orpghange it was sad i was an orpghan at one point in my life so i wanted to give back to all those times i was taken care of charity chairty chairty the salvation army kids who have nothing its always about the kids no one thinks about the adults on the street who have nothing to eat who have stains on thier pants from not being able to use the retroom i have nothing against the kids but the adults shouldnt they get some attention too? they are on the streets they are in stores on sidewalks everywhere

» Posted By sam On 08.31.2014 @ 7:40 pm

Niamh tugged at the cloth, again and again as it wound itself round her arms, then began to wind itself around her body as she twirled slightly to get it free from the trunk, and she let out a little laugh. How had she managed it? Yet her shoulders sank a little as she looked at the mass once it was all around her and at her feet. Not even a fraction close. Big enough maybe for ten, maybe twelve people if they were small. How many weeks, months, years before it was ready and could cover everyone?
Then again, with each passing day, people around her became twitchy with impatience and envy. Offers of money, dowry, charity, in exchange for the cloth. But what good would it have done then, if it simply sat at the foot of some cleric’s bed, when the night outside was slippery with ice and snow? She paused, her fingers gripping a small section of the cloth. Again the idea turned in her mind. If she tore off a section, showed it around and assured them, folk had exaggerated, it was only ever the size of a tablecloth. She just had to make a little tear, through the middle. Her arms stayed wedged into her sides. It was too much like cutting into it’s heart.
She gripped it tighter, then let out a shriek of surprise and leapt at a sudden clattering from the garden. Then forced herself to stop, her eyes screwed shut as amidst the noise outside she heard a heavy tear.

» Posted By Sam On 08.31.2014 @ 5:29 am

nobody

nobody was around, only that man of the hotel. that was a good time for walking in the quiet, no noise, no people screaming, the man was thinking. only a dog stopped to watch for a moment then went away again.

» Posted By sam On 08.05.2014 @ 5:44 pm

my mother language is italian. so, sorry if my english sentences are not correct 100%. thanks.

» Posted By sam On 08.05.2014 @ 5:32 pm

nobody was in the street but him, the man of the hotel. he walked down crossing the square and reached the seaside. the sound of the water on the beach. this is what he was listening, only imagining the scene only because it was dark.

» Posted By sam On 08.05.2014 @ 5:31 pm

delighted

Delighted. How can you talk about such a feeling when the world keeps doing this to us. I know you are trying to help but my parents just told you to leave why are you still here. What are you doing stop please. I hate it when you do this. Yes I know your delighted to see me.

» Posted By Sam On 07.15.2014 @ 6:29 pm

backtrack

Perhaps it was the captivating glimpses of the sun reaching through the leaves, warming the path between the leaves, the lingering scent of bluebells, relaxing and drawing in anyone heading that way. Within a few paces, they’d realise, as Joe did now, that they were heading in the wrong direction. He was several minutes further away from home now than when he’d joined the path. He let out a laugh, amused that he’d let himself be so distracted as to lose his way, and turned round in the right direction.
He realised within only a few paces this time. He stayed fixed on the route home, but now he was walking backwards. He stopped walking, glancing at the trees around him, and briefly put his hand to his head to see if he had a temperature. Then slowly, holding out his arms to make sure his balance didn’t waver, he tried to put one foot in front of the other.

» Posted By Sam On 05.17.2014 @ 1:28 pm

severe

His look was severe to say the least. It contained storm clouds, thunder and lightning. She giggled at his murderous look. He really thought he could stay mad at her? She was his and he was hers. He could get as mad as he wanted, but he could never leave her.

» Posted By Sam On 05.14.2014 @ 6:49 pm

weathered

I saw an old man at the beach today. He was walking his dog along by the waterline. He had a brown leathery tan face weathered by years of walking down at the beach.
I smiled at him but he had that far away stare that old men have when thy are thinking of ages past

» Posted By sam On 05.13.2014 @ 7:25 pm

desolate

I am desolate. You said you would be here. You promised. But there is nothing left. Not even your ghost. You promised you would come back to me after you died. I waited for hours by our tree. But not even the grass moved as I waited for your spirit to come back to me. Where did you go? Why have you left me desolate? I love you.

» Posted By Sam On 04.30.2014 @ 12:37 pm

church

PEACEFUL

» Posted By SAM On 04.04.2014 @ 10:00 am

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