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waste of time
not nice

» Posted By Aisha On 09.27.2017 @ 3:13 pm


she moved from one room to the other gracefully as though people were watching her. little did she knew that it was only me watching her she leaves a cold aura around her and leaving me in pain of not knowing.

» Posted By aisha On 07.20.2016 @ 8:35 pm


Someone that does not want to be batherd by people at all. And does not want to be touched.

» Posted By Aisha On 04.14.2016 @ 6:55 am

Don’t want to be bothered by people at all.

» Posted By Aisha On 04.14.2016 @ 6:53 am

A person who does not like to be touched or bothered.

» Posted By Aisha On 04.14.2016 @ 6:48 am


Protector of life, savior. Fills self with love to save lives of passengers. Reliable, sometimes painful.. always there. important, needed.

» Posted By aisha On 04.03.2015 @ 7:06 pm


i study to be successful smart and educatedd! to make my family proud of my success i spend a lot of time studying and trying to ace test if i mess up i will feel ashamed and disappointed but i always try har

» Posted By aisha On 01.23.2015 @ 6:15 pm


‘No available occupancy,’ read the note on the door. Kyle frowned, knowing very well that position was available, as the person who had been filling it had demised just a short while ago.

» Posted By Aisha On 02.26.2014 @ 8:24 pm


If I were seated next to you, I would like it much more. Eraser bits and bits of repeated conversation are all we talk about.

» Posted By Aisha On 02.25.2014 @ 4:45 pm


My scalp is itchy. There are lice running around there,
loose, building their own colonies, reproducing, drinking my blood.
My hand rises up to my head, and my fingers bent: scratch, scratch,
scratch. I look down, and there I see one of those pests who have
been drinking my blood, turning me mad, consuming my soul. I near
my hand to the table by my side, and scrape the lice on the edge.
And then I watch it intently, gaze at the little dab of blood—my
blood— smeared on the edge of that white, immaculately carved
wooden . It stares at me, the lice, the parasite; but it’s dead I
tell myself, but I can’t bring myself to believe it. I look away. I
can feel it move. It is running, running down the table, diving
onto the arm chair of the sofa I am seated on, and finally, at last
it finds my arms. It’s tiny feet run across my bare skin, up my
neck, and runs through the forest of my hair before reaching home
again. Then I feel it again: scratch, scratch, scratch I hear as my
fingers try to find it, kill it. But it drinks, and drinks, and my
fingers leave my scalp without having murdered.

» Posted By Aisha On 10.16.2013 @ 7:47 pm


I’ve delved too deeply into my thoughts, and have arrived at the conclusion that there is nothing of value to be found there (in my mind that is). A human is not a human without socializing with her or his environment. Thus, I find that the less I interact with the outside world and the more that I entreat within, I begin to lose myself and insanity begins to lurk just around the corner.

Also, my capacity to communicate succinctly has greatly deteriorated. I once inked magnificent stories and novels on paper. I could once paint with words, but now I find myself lacking of such talent. I am nothing. I have always been nothing. I will be nothing. It’s hard believing I will amount to anything in life. I’ve delved too deeply in my thoughts. I need to participate in the external world and society in order to change my perspective on life. I need to change, else I’ll wither and die.

» Posted By Aisha On 08.04.2013 @ 7:16 pm


The rally had begun.

She was frightened, to say the least. Her heart was drumming, she could hear her pulse in her ears; her palms were sweaty, she had to rub them on her trousers every second or so; and her breathing was laboured, she had to remind herself the mechanics of breathing–inhale, exhale–inhale, exhale.

Years of painstaking work had at last amounted to this one final act, a final act that would either bring about the change she had sought for years, the change that would change the lives of countless disadvantaged individuals across the globe… or it would, simply put, cause her very own death.

» Posted By Aisha On 07.30.2013 @ 7:41 pm


I see the word dot. I must come up with something, some sort of creative description, imaginative, ingenue – but all I see are three letters, all staring at me defiantly. “You can’t. You can’t. You can’t,” they tell me. And it’s true: I cannot. I cannot express them in an artful way. I know whatever I’ll write will be drab, dull, lifeless.

Before me, there are only three letters: dot.

That is all I see.

» Posted By Aisha On 07.25.2013 @ 9:14 pm


My cat purrs. His fur feels soft against my skin after he wobbles towards me on his little paws and curls around the crane of my neck. I can feel him kneading my head. A thin smile appears on my face as I think of how a creature of such bantam intelligence has the ability to love. Love, it unites all forms of life.

“Meow,” he says, the little thing with bright, bright blue eyes.

I smile and scratch him under his chin.

» Posted By Aisha On 07.23.2013 @ 3:59 am


the sound of your voice in this summer air
makes all the bad boys go out and stare
for once in my life we all gave a care
for finally the fox beat the hare.

» Posted By Aisha On 01.19.2013 @ 3:13 am


Soil. Without it, there would be no life on earth. All around us, there are crops and plants, the producers who give us energy. The world is a cycle, where everything is interrelated. If we watch the world from an objective point of view, we can see that, for instance, Action A yields into Action B (in the most bizarre ways at times).

» Posted By Aisha On 12.28.2012 @ 1:24 pm


I am not interested in listening to your excuses. You lie and lie, and then think I’ll fall for the poisonous words you’ve charmed with your sweet and velvety voice. I am not your possession. I do not belong to you. Why then? Why then do I fall down to your feet, worshiping you!

Who are you?

You are not my master.

I make my own life. I carve my own destiny.

I do not need a man in my life to be something – to feel as though I am of value!

Why can’t they understand?

» Posted By aisha On 11.03.2012 @ 8:28 pm


Despite all the shit we go through, always believe that things will get better.

» Posted By Aisha On 09.19.2012 @ 2:01 am


She could only hear her pulse beating in the stillness that enveloped her surroundings. A tear streamed down her parched, wounded face as the world around her lulled and blurred into darkness. Slowly, she felt herself drifting down to the ground. She had collapsed unconscious, her head hitting the ground first causing a river of blood to seep down her paled face.

» Posted By Aisha On 09.06.2012 @ 2:38 pm


She didn’t know whether to stay or fleet. The latter seemed easier to do, but her heart ached for the former. There was no way she could leave, she would be driven to madness without the man she had now come to love in her life. But, she soon re-evaluated her decision, if he would be safe if she no longer existed in his life, then she would run away, a countless times over. She loved him so much that she could stay away from him if the need ever arose.

» Posted By Aisha On 09.05.2012 @ 7:13 pm


She pushed one more time with the little energy she had left, her face soaked with perspiration and her dark eyes gleaming with exhaustion. The physical pain, she had become accustomed to by now, but the anxiety and fear that her child might have been wounded, hurt or even worse—dead, continued to throb in her head, causing her much more pain emotionally than any physical pain she had been inflicted with in all her life.

Then, it happened. She heard the sweetest sound—the sound of life, a baby’s first breath and cry.

Her baby’s.

It was a miracle.

She gasped in relief, hot tears rolled down her wounded cheeks. But then, her surroundings were lulled and began to blur, she felt herself floating mid-way between consciousness and unconsciousness. “Bella—Bella stay. Bella stay with me,” she hard a muffled voice, crying for her to live—to breathe.

Harry. It was Harry.

But it seemed as though it was too late. Though, for now, she continued to breathe, it seemed that her life was reaching its end as unconsciousness drew her in to its full might.

» Posted By Aisha On 09.03.2012 @ 5:06 pm


There was a faint screech. Alexis woke up with a start, all of her five senses were on alert. She tip-toed out of her bed and looked around the chamber, but she it was too dark and so she couldn’t see anything. She whispered, “Lumos,” and a bright light suddenly sparked out of her wand. Now that she could see her surroundings with better clarity, she slowly walked towards her chamber’s large, magnificent door, and turned it’s handle, then she slowly began to walk down the corridors of her ancestors’ manor, looking frantically around the place for any sign of intrusion.


She glanced around, the palms of her hands perspiring heavily. She gulped in, never before was she *this* afraid in her life. And admitting that was something, as she had found her self in situations that had called for bravery. She listened intently, wondering if perhaps, she had imagined the sound.

To her relief, there was no other sound. Perhaps, she had imagined the shriek and the sound of the tap? She was about to exhale a sigh of relief when—


The sound had come from the end of the corridor—she was sure of it. At the end of the corridor was a wall. Not a door or anything for that matter that would lead to another chamber or place, it was a dead end. When she had been younger she had wondered many times as to why the manor had constructed such a useless corridor where at the end rested nothing but a wall. But, today she would find out.

On the wall was a painting, she recalled how it had been so beautiful, so magnificent. The painting was of a woman with dark raven curls and beautiful violet eyes, much like hers. Her father had once told her that she had acquired her violet eyes from this unnamed ancestor. She tried to recall the name of the woman in this painting that was now covered with dust and withered with age, but she couldn’t.

» Posted By Aisha On 09.02.2012 @ 7:49 pm


The texture of her hair was frizzy and curly. Her hair had a mind of its own. He let out a faint chuckle as he tried to comb through it. “I’m sorry, kid,” he said under his breath as he pulled down the comb down her hair, “but this is going to hurt.” He yanked down the comb and the little girl let out a big yelp.

» Posted By Aisha On 09.01.2012 @ 3:31 pm


Her feet hammered on the ground as she scrambled through the corridor, looking hastily from right to left, for any sign of the young man she had come to love, the only man who would grant her salvation. She lowered her gaze, while feeling the taste of copper—her blood on her taste buds. Realization hit her, she slowly and hesitantly uplifted her trembling hand towards her forehead, then she lowered her hand, whilst heart beat furiously. Her eyes enlarged as she gazed at her her pale and quivering hands, from her fingers leaked blood, blood that was heavily pouring down from her forehead.

She was dying. The man had struck a blow to her head, it was a miracle how she had survived it for this long. She closed her eyes, “I’m so—sorry, m’Lord. I couldn’t save you…” She knew she was going to collapse any moment now…

» Posted By Aisha On 08.29.2012 @ 2:15 pm


i would want to start my own one day. Something different. Fashion, New York and photography.

» Posted By Aisha On 08.28.2012 @ 4:07 pm


She was a carbon copy of her sister Meredith. Henry couldn’t believe his eyes, the similarities between the two sisters was rattling. He smiled faintly at the woman before him, she returned his smile. “So pleased do meet you,” Henry said in a voice just above a whisper, the woman nodded in return, “Your name, Miss?” he asked.

The woman bowed faintly, her rosy lips twisted into a faint smile as she said, “Jezebel Monsieur…”

She had a french accent, Meredith didn’t have a french accent Henry realized, “Ah Miss, have you grown in a French environment—sorry I’m just asking as your sister speaks with an English accent,” he asked, his eyebrow twitching upwards in confusion.

The woman with a perplexed expression on her face responded, “Sorry sir? But what? I am French and to my knowledge I do not have a sister. I was born in a family of four sons.”

Henry, startled by the new information the woman bore took a step back, “What? But, no I know someone who looks exactly like you! I thought you were her twin sister!” He yelped.

» Posted By Aisha On 08.26.2012 @ 12:51 pm


She has chained herself out of her own will. She is a beast of nature—an unholy creature that should have never existed.

» Posted By Aisha On 08.25.2012 @ 3:59 pm


She would always sit to the side of the class, as she was very self-conscious of her height. She recalled that when she had been of around 10 or 12 she had been treated horribly by her peers because of her height, so she made sure of it from then on to sit in the side of the class, so that she would be out of her classmates’ views.

» Posted By Aisha On 08.24.2012 @ 3:05 pm


My gaze slipped from the man before me, he no longer bore any comfort. A cold breeze swept through my body. I winced and held my arms together, my teeth began to chatter as I spoke, “Go! I don’t need you anymore!”

» Posted By Aisha On 08.20.2012 @ 3:27 pm


I knew this was something I would take to my grave. Only I knew about it and I vowed it would stay that way. Some things are not meant for everyone. Sometimes the truth hurts. Some things are best kept, secret.

» Posted By Aisha On 08.04.2012 @ 9:47 am

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