• Bri commented on the post, deserve 2 years, 3 months ago

    Deserve. How do we know if we deserve something? Who deserves anything? Are we all deserving all of the time? Or some of the time? Why does one group tell me I’m deserving of a life of love and happiness while when I proclaim that for myself people look at me like I have my head up my ass. Like I think I’m more deserving of love and joy than anyone else.

  • Bri commented on the post, spiked 4 years, 9 months ago

    A boy walked down the alley way. Very preoccupied with his one two feet. He ran his hand through is hair absent mindedly until he felt the hair gel and remembered he’d spiked it that morning. A sheepish look crossing his face as he withdrew his hand. He was lost. Not in the city. He knew the area. He was lost in life.

  • Bri commented on the post, eligible 4 years, 10 months ago

    Over the course of the past year she had thrown everything she had into becoming eligible to be chosen to compete on behalf of her team. She hit the gym everyday. She practiced until her body shook with the effort to stand. She wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  • Bri commented on the post, unthinkable 5 years, 11 months ago

    The unthinkable had happened. She got a job in another country. They paved the way for her paperwork. The company was paying for the plane ticket. Her bags were packed. She couldn’t believe her luck. All her life she had dreamed of moving to Europe but with the current work laws she never saw it happening.

  • Bri commented on the post, ferry 5 years, 11 months ago

    Her legs trembled as she crossed from the dock to the ferry. It was the first one she had been on since the accident.

  • Bri commented on the post, selling 5 years, 11 months ago

    I stood on stage. Looking on the crowd and knowing that a piece of me wasn’t aware of what I was doing. I was selling my body to buy my life. Guys cheered me on, threw money at me but I knew there was nothing that could fix the damage I had done.

  • Bri commented on the post, real 6 years, 9 months ago

    What is real? How do I know my dreams aren’t real and what I am seeing now is a distorted form of reality? Is love real? Can you be linked to someone in such a manner? Is it natural? The topic of real is much like that of truth for me. All it does is bring me questions.

  • Bri commented on the post, visit 6 years, 9 months ago

    I love visiting other countries. It’s my passion. I love throwing myself out of my comfort zone, into unfamiliar places, situations and among unknown faces. There is something thrilling about it. Your adrenaline starts pumping and at any moment you can turn a corner and find something amazing.

  • Bri commented on the post, speech 6 years, 10 months ago

    Speech is an key part of communication. Most of us use speech everyday. It’s interesting being thrown into a situation where you can’t understand those about you’s speech. Although a certain amount of information can be gathered with hand gestures, body language and tones. Don’t believe me? Then go abroad.

  • Bri commented on the post, reference 6 years, 10 months ago

    I was second away from banging my head against the desk. I had flipped through the reference book in my lap a thousands times and I still couldn’t find the answer to my question. My teach swore to me the answer was within its pages. I’m beginning to think him a sadist.

  • Bri commented on the post, spa 7 years, 2 months ago

    Spa. A short word. Fun to pronounce. If you say it enough it no longer sounds like a word. Just a meaningless sound. I would love to spend more time at spas getting massages and stuff. Instead I found another […]

  • Bri commented on the post, substances 7 years, 3 months ago

    A variety of sticky substances made their way across the floor. The gave off an acrid smell and small puffs of smoke rose from the upturned tubes. Someone had forgotten to put away the chemicals before heading home.

  • Bri commented on the post, catcher 7 years, 7 months ago

    I squat at home. Not a house, but a plate. The beginning and ending of a path to score, to glory, to bragging rights. I sweat as the hot sun beats down on my back. It’s rays absorbed into the black of my gear.

  • Bri commented on the post, butterfly 7 years, 9 months ago

    The butterfly floated on the warm summer breeze. It’s colorful and intricately patterned wings reflected the sunlight. Gently landing on a beautiful rose it spread its wings for all to see and clearly admire. It […]

  • Bri commented on the post, fences 7 years, 9 months ago

    Running as if from the devil itself she zigg-zagged through alleys, slid around corners, and ducked under fire escapes. Someone was chasing her and she didn’t know why. All she knew was her instincts were telling her to get the hell out of there. Just as she thought she had a chance of loosing her […]

  • Bri commented on the post, scarce 7 years, 9 months ago

    True love is scare. It’s something we all look for. Something many fool themselves into thinking they’ve found it. It’s something I hope to find in this lifetime. If only we could all be so lucky as to find it.

  • Bri commented on the post, liberty 7 years, 10 months ago

    I am at the liberty of my heart. Always have been. Sometimes I wish it weren’t so. I connect with people on a level that’s uncommon. When someone feels pain, I feel it as if it were my own. As my mother has always told me I’m someone who loves deep. Deeper than the ocean. […]

  • Bri commented on the post, bellow 7 years, 10 months ago

    Below the bridge was a small stream. The water flowed over the rocks making music fill the air. By the bank stood an old weeping willow. It had stood there longer than any living creature could recall.

  • Bri commented on the post, accordion 7 years, 10 months ago

    He shut the accordion binder that held divorce papers. Through all his nightmares he’d never dreamed he’d get a divorce. Especially not to the one woman who meant more to him than air. He loved her so much that he was giving into this request of separation because he valued her happiness over his.

  • Bri commented on the post, sparkling 7 years, 10 months ago

    A girl walked into the room. A young woman really. She was slightly taller than average height with long brown hair that ended near her waste. She wore an emerald green dress that draped over one delicate shoulder and left the other exposed. She moved with a grace akin to a large cat. She was […]