• verbomaniac11 commented on the post, zone 2 years, 4 months ago

    i felt like i could accomplish anything. my mind was in the right place, my ambition had seen levels unlike anything recently. it probably wasn’t much to someone who wasn’t mentally ill, but to me, it was everything. i hoped to parallel the success i was achieving and see the effects it had firsthand, but until that happened, i would simply have to wait.

  • verbomaniac11 commented on the post, mode 2 years, 4 months ago

    i was locked into a unique sort of position after i perused my old writing. i felt that i had started to embody my old self, in some ways the person i wanted to be again. i was a free spirit, i was engaged in what i did, i expressed myself on the page with all of these words and warped them to fit my various needs. i expressed myself.why can’t i…[Read more]

  • verbomaniac11 commented on the post, dignity 5 years, 1 month ago

    I questioned my own behavior. Sure, I knew I was always weird, but this? If anyone found out, all of my dignity would be gone without an infinitesimal shred spared. I had to have a crush on this guy, and he had to find out. Now was the time to see how he would react. Taking a deep breath, I entered the room and awaited the first word from his lips.

  • this word reminds me of how penguins in antarctica huddle really close together with like an inch between each other and when they get so close they can reach temperatures of 60 degrees fahrenheit inside their own bubble alone. it seems impossible- akin to finishing a novel, but i need the motivation from friends.

  • it was one hell of a feeling to log in and see the name pop up on the website at the top of the page on the right, underneath the paper notification button dotted with yellow and flashing every ten seconds as if it could give someone a seizure. she was delighted, and there was no other way to describe the feeling.

  • they dangled as smoothly and easily as liquid mercury or bromine off of her ears from the little holes that had been marked there since childhood. everyone could see them captivatedly, and it was almost as if an entire face could fit through the hoops that complimented her dress so elegantly.

  • verbomaniac11 commented on the post, patch 5 years, 4 months ago

    there was an area of the school, the one hallway where no one wanted to walk through, but overall just a patch in the framework of the entire school. no one remembered anymore even why they skipped it, and only one student ventured through. she knew why and she really did not mind the reason; the patch held secrets that no other student would know…[Read more]

  • i felt trapped, intoxicatingly cornered in the small room, save her sitting across from me. tears brimmed her eyes, and how much i wanted to hold her, but i couldn’t after the accident. i went over to her and sat next to her. there was nothing to say as the tears fell, and at last i laid against her side and let her wrap her arms around me until…[Read more]

  • we had changed to the conditions of the environment presented for us in unison, convergent evolution that had also changed the way we interacted. the awkwardness found between the two of us eventually faded away into nothingness as over the nights we began to have longer and more lingering conversations that left a mark in my brain and reminded me…[Read more]

  • so what if she had been going to school for her entire life and was good at it? that did not necessarily make her one primped nerd, akin to the others swarming the population of the common folk. she did not want to give that vibe over. well, she already had. now, it was far too late, so how could she make a move?

  • it had to be something out of one of her latest dreams, she was thinking. as the cloth blew in the wind, it tainted the sky, but always came up after itself, erasing any marks it made save the wind that said it had been there and dome something. it was a sign to her that nature could not be tainted with- then again, she was the odd one out of the…[Read more]

  • it was a painting. it could not be real in the sense that it seemed sculpted. perhaps he was joking and it had been that new world trend, something along the lines of modern art, but then again, she doubted it. she traced her hands along the mirror, begging to break the glass. it was putty, she found, and she shoved her hand in before completely…[Read more]

  • for the structure of the place to be strong would be a hyperbole so large that even a person coming to the place for the first time would laugh heartily. it was a wild thought, that this building was held up nicely. it really depended on the people that made it up most of the time. it was hard to accept the fact that it would have to come down…[Read more]

  • as i left, i got ready for the day. it was not easy being me, considering that i had so much to do at the weak figure and size that i was. the help that i needed for everything made me feel so incompetent of being able to do anything these days, then again, being two feet tall didn’t help. it was genetics, let’s be real, freak lab accidents never…[Read more]

  • as i walked through the snow, i left it behind. i was lucky it was not bloody; they could have traced me that way. i was lucky that i had not left a thread of evidence behind save these marks that would be gone come the next torment of weather. hopefully i would be hidden by then, but it couldn’t be guaranteed. it never could, anymore.