• The intensity rose, my temperature heightened. I tapped on the side of the box curiously. It was cold and hard, like metal. I shivered and pulled my coat over my shoulders. I found an opening on my right, just a once inch square. I looked through with one eye shut.

  • I sat in the stadium, now for 3 days. Not a drop of cooled water had touched my lips, not a crumb of food had reached my tongue. My stomach screamed at me. My mother rocked herself back and forth on the bench. My […]

  • brighterwriter13 commented on the post, cap 7 years, 4 months ago

    LET ME TRY this again. He strode into the classroom. Baseball cap angled perfectly over his flowing strawberry blonde hair, pants situated amazingly 1 inch below the waistline (which was almost nonexistent), and […]

  • brighterwriter13 commented on the post, cap 7 years, 4 months ago

    To “cap” it all off: my year. 8th grade at Wyndcroft. Wow. Wow. Friend troubles. kick ass grades. kick ass attitude…sometimes…no. ALL THE TIME:)
    sorry about the non story format writing

  • The dim light passed through the cracked window. I was awed by the tiny rainbow it formed on the hardwood floor. For a room that had so much bad, it was obviously capable of holding some good.

  • marble. countertop. thinking of marvel…could u marvel at marble? yep. marble. little glass balls. mancala. sisters. “clink clink clink clink” go the little balls.

    I WIN

  • smile:) you smile…i smile…michael jackson…rip <3 love you man<3 smiling…happiness…joy..glee…not what i feel right this second…but i put on one anyway

  • rise…the sun rises in the east…right? rise above the people who drive you bonkers…rise above the mountains of despair and harshness…rise to the heavens of promise and greatness…rise above…RISE UP against the opposition…

  • chalkboard…we play on the chalkboard…blackboard relay in french class…we right…the screeching of chalk running and running and running…the screeching of finger running running running…dusty, dry, black, almost sad

  • sideburns…joe jonas…i was obsessed with those bros…long ago they sweeped my walls in cheap paper out of one of those special edition people magazines… they look nasty kevin aka sam…get rid of them!

  • Despair…makes me think of funerals…and catastrophes…i’ve had a lot of it, is it wrong for a 13 year old to feel a lot of it? i feel it now…finals…when i get a bad grade..when i feel pressure…is it right for thirteen year old girl to feel that much pressure? my guess is no

  • the stuff you get when you leave a restaurant…some are the kind to settle your stomach..do you see the relation…mint gum in my dad’s car…spearmint…yum…can get over the restaraunt…drive home…fresh and clean…or leaves…ehem

  • photo booth…i go in them with friends all the time…at the works at the party..now we are all different and apart…what’s up with that?? some people think object tear people apart…does this one? or is it coincidence?

  • thieves…they can steal a lot..and most of the time it’s valuable…but sometimes it’s literary and sometimes it’s emotional or opinionated. they aren’t good either way. unless you are talking about stealing a heart..love them or hate them…

  • Pretzels are shaped funny…they don’t really have one…there’s a bunch of different ways to twist em’…kinda like people! Tons of different kinds…pretty cool…but they are too salty…i like my people sweet! Yes Sweetness…..