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New one every day? i know this now. jealous though I may bee, I think I have to get over it, lest I lose my bestist buddy. That would suck. my dad’s talking about china, and how it realtes to the nutcracker.
By gashlycrumbno.26 URL on 10.12.2011
flowers, very pretty flowers, sweet smells, about to get hot out, more bunnies out and about, everything green, new and ready. thats the season, spring, in a toy, brings joy to kids, either spring is happy brings joy to us.
By amanda on 10.12.2011
That cold spring night I heard a laughing voice out side my dorm . When I looked out the window I saw a lump in the grass. I looked closer and i realized it was the body of Marisa, my best freind.
By Sophia URL on 10.12.2011
Oh dear, what a space. The energy vibe is tense. Everyone is for themselves. I am screaming inside. The outside looks care-less and under control. I would however be quite happy to spring for their throats.
By daleleelife101 URL on 10.12.2011
i spring into action, i may not want to but i hae to. becuase i know my kids in the future need to have a good foundtion, so tat when theyre spring time comes its a good path ready for them to spring into their lives and future.
By lauren on 10.12.2011
Boing. Boing boing boingboing. Boing.
“What the — ?!?!?”
“Bet you never knew an erection could do THAT!”
“No, I sure didn’t … so, exactly where did you get an erector set with so many springs?”
By emeyel URL on 10.12.2011
lovely.. you read my mind… it reminds me of so many things.. colours and wonderful feelings… first of all the bright yellow flowers scattered which I could see from the window of our small kitchen in my family home in chembur.. and the smell llingering..
By Summer on 10.12.2011
The darkness of the night made my heart beat and I couldn’t stand it anymore I looked around me to make sure no one was there. Wait where was Clrice, she had been right her . Acouple feet away she lay with a gaping hole in the forehead.
By sophien URL on 10.12.2011
Springing up from the ground was water.
Kate stepped back an the gyser exploded into the air.
“Wow.” She said in awe at the beautiful sight. She wished she could stay and admire it’s powerful beauty forever.
By Nemus Stipes URL on 10.12.2011
pretty and beautiful it touches you with life and the rebirth of all man and its intricracies, for after even the greatest death, the greatest tragedy, one can always discover something that will never be evanescent, something to define their life.
By Philip on 10.12.2011
The destiny and forethought of winter. Memories are imprinted in the face of the earth as its youth progresses. Subtleties of fragrance make their way to the wind. Fresh colors placate the eye. A dream come true for the lost and forsaken.
By Perry on 10.12.2011
spring and fall are my favorite seasons. but these fantastic seasons are really quick to pass. summer and winter, on the other hand, seem to last forever.
By kaorita on 10.12.2011
the summer grass and flowers remind me of all the joy in the world that was hidden under darkness and snow for the preceding months, and how quickly the beauties of our lives flight away, only to return, renewed, after dark times.
By Lulu on 10.12.2011
Flowers bloom and I see her. It’s crazy huh? How all this could end when something else flourishes? I loved you. You said forever. Oh well, oh well.
People pass and things change, such is life I suppose. Funny in a peculiar way.
By Julian Escobedo on 10.12.2011
I jump up and down people look at me like I am jumping on a spring loaded street..im like no..that is extra joy that i have going on right there in the spring time pollinating is on my mind letting go a little more playing out side a little more I have love with me so it looks to be a spring in my step.
By ajloopy URL on 10.12.2011
As the flower buds began to appear on the tree branches, I knew that spring was quickly approaching. Though there was some residual snow amongst the shrubs, the days were getting much longer and warmer. I knew this meant that he would be coming home soon.
By KaitlinMarie URL on 10.12.2011
Warm, happy, the promise of fun times to come. We know not what it will bring, or where it will take us. We long for the brightness of summer to hurry.
By Debbie URL on 10.12.2011
Murmuring droplets of fresh rain cohering the brown earth to green. The sweet chickadee’s flocking in unknown unison through the pussy-willows. This is spring: a sigh of relief for those who inhabit the bitter cold climates, who, while they welcome the winter and even wait anxiously for the deep snow and smooth blue ice, cannot contain the joy in their hearts when spring makes her entrance.
By Veronique URL on 10.12.2011
is the best thing.
By stanNJ on 10.12.2011
“If you fall through the mattress, I’ll meet you in the spring.” My favourite joke from the Beano. Pure genius and better than anything I could possibly write here.
By Santa Monious URL on 10.12.2011
I sprang up from my chair. I could believe it, it was something that would happen to him but he just kept hurting himself. How? Rehab, and now a baby. How does he keep hurting himself? His family?
By Em on 10.12.2011
Theres a time betweeen now and then. between cold and a lush heat in between my eyes, and there falls the days of spring. Shallow and even, the sun sets so lightly, and gentle is the moon at night.
By Marin on 10.12.2011
hey my name is amy i love the spring i remember when i was a kid running through the leaves and playing with all of my cousins and brothers! it was sooo much fun! and now i watch as my kids do the same! and oh what joy it brings to me! i love to watch them make new games everyday and play among themselves! yayayaya! oh how i love them soo.
By amy on 10.12.2011
As much as I’d like to say that I love spring, with all it’s pretty flowers and bright new things–right now, spring is synonymous with Spring Semester. Also know as the semester that I’m graduating from college. Also known as, the time when the life as I know it will end, and I will have to go way out of my comfort zone to take the next step. I just hope that it will be a good one.
By Wah-Tah URL on 10.12.2011
spring was a time of happiness and joy and rejuvenation for many; she spent it watering her garden with her own blood. her strange hobby began a spring five years ago, when she cut herself while in the garden and found she rather liked it. she’d upgraded since then, of course–she was in a better world, one in her mind, where she could spurt out as much blood as she could and revel in the pain and watch her scarlet garden be showered in crimson.
By Leanne URL on 10.12.2011
return of the birdsong.
bulbs burgeoning back up.
By ARBlue URL on 10.12.2011
Spring forward, fall back. Spring forward was a long, cold night. I winded the clocks’ hands, listening to the mechanical clink of the gears right before I went to bed. I carefully placed it back on the shelf. “I’ll have to get up early tomorrow,” I whispered. That, however, was far from the truth.
By an octopus URL on 10.12.2011
The sun was bright and almost felt like it was burning his skin after so many months of rain. The flowers were daring to bud, and he wanted to crush them all. He wanted to strangle the singing birds and leave them on her doorstep. He wanted to smash the flowers and put them in her mailbox. He wanted to focus the sun on her to burn her up, but he knew none of these things would make her feel the pain of the horrible vacuum that she had left in his chest. No pain he could physically inflict on her could match up to the searing stabbing feeling within him that made it hard to breathe. And so he lay in the grass, hating the flowers, hating the now cloudless sky, hating the smells of spring and the stupid singing birds… but most of all, hating himself.
By Stacey W. URL on 10.12.2011
spring is a time for the trees to bloom, for the Earth to thaw and for the temperature to warm. The once desolate, cold and colourless atmosphere turns into greens and colours we havent seen for months.
By Carly Roper on 10.12.2011
i love the spring its the time with flowers and love, it gives me hope that no matter what you endure theres always the calm after the storm. spring gives me hope for a better tomorrow and its great golfing weather i love it so much. and i cant get enough of it but i like summer better.
By jenna sloan on 10.12.2011
I like fall and winter fashion WAY more than spring and summer fashion. Spring is too floral. Too bright. I like the oranges, browns, greys, and darker colors that come with the overcast weather. The sunshine is great in spring, but the colors are too bright. The flower patterns are too prevalent.
By Rocky URL on 10.12.2011
action, bounce, step lively and all of that. who cares what the temperature might be, dive in, my friend. look at the meadows, they’re green and lush. you could do worse than sit here all day admiring the clouds.
By lago URL on 10.12.2011
The beauty of spring that it reminds you of the fragrance of mist and flowers and feeling sprung in the spring rain. Love, that’s all it takes. Into action, we fall and before we know it, seasons has passed. Love has surpassed.
By Mimi on 10.12.2011
“Spring is a fertile time of year surely due to the pagan festivals, no doubt!” so says my know-it-all sister. It’s an undesirable quality for anybody, but this attitude is extraordinary. She’s an ‘expert in the Occult.’
By BradleyJamesArcher URL on 10.12.2011
Before the budding flowers came the soft rain, and that’s what she really loved. Walking through the cascading water, she found the home inside herself. The one she always held safely tucked away, the one where she could go when she most needed to.
By Ellie Fuller on 10.12.2011
It smelled fresh and clean. New. She could feel the warmth of the soil and see hte bright colors of the blooming flowers in the meadow ahead. Her ears were telling her that the birds were back. Finally she didn’t feel alone.
By Emmy URL on 10.12.2011
flowers are nice and so is not to hot, not too cold air
there are all kinds of nice things in spring like pretty trees and clover and a lot of bright colors.
there are birds chirping and lots of nice weather
By Joseph Williamson on 10.12.2011
The dew glistened on the blades of grass as the sun rose on the spring morning. She didn’t know what was going to happen today but she did not care. If a morning could be this beautiful, she would be ready for what would come.
By Megan on 10.12.2011
She was like spring to me in the small, lonely town. She was new, warm, cozy and fun. She brought bright colors to my black and white images of life. She showed me passion and happiness and something that i felt i had not seen in a long time. Like spring, after a long winter it was something i had not seen for a long time.
flowers blossoming from the ground welcoming a new season of life. Renew. Refresh. Beauty. Lovely little babies opening their eyes to a new world of unseen and unheard emotions.
By Danielle Cook on 10.12.2011
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