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Prints. I want all my favorite words printed across my chest (on a shirt, I mean). Then I could say anything, and not really have to say it. I couldn’t do it like Ingle, print my affirmation on my skin (and besides, I think, with me? The print would just wash, or fade, off.)
» Posted By Ammi On 11.09.2011 @ 6:35 pm
Riot! Let us *riot*! In the streets, in the squares, in the court, down the block! You were right- it’s time to riot. You’re suggestions aren’t so bright, but who cares, it’s time for riots.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.28.2011 @ 6:03 pm
Welcome to the Bo Show…
I’m pretty sure that has a copyright so… I saw a drawing today, a comic, some people on a bus all with the same thought that the rest of the world was sheep and they were the one intelligent person. Maybe I’ll walk to school so I can think this without embarrassment now….
» Posted By Ammi On 10.25.2011 @ 9:08 pm
My novel took place in a castle, there was a clocktower and dungeons and workrooms. Now that idea’s gone kaput and I was considering a manor, but a manor can’t be in the center of a floating city nor can it have a giant bell tower. Darn.
On the other hand castle are where dreams are put to bed, tucked in for another day, any day….
» Posted By Ammi On 10.19.2011 @ 7:48 pm
Mutual trust. Mutual respect. Mutual hatred. Mutual bonds. Virtually untrue. Mutual understanding. You get it, they get it. Mutual ‘it’s all good’.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.18.2011 @ 6:22 pm
Dull. Life was terribly dull, no more bright than the old silverware and sun-bleached paintings. Life was dull around the edges, of the pot the had cracked years ago, and the color of the marble birdbath. Life was dull.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.17.2011 @ 7:22 pm
(A very bad thing, right? Right?)
E turned on to her side, facing the wall not the window but the sounds of the march could still be heard, the flashes from the fireworks still be seen. The parade was loud and jarring and close, closer than anything had seemed- or been- in months. It sounded like war.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.16.2011 @ 4:06 pm
I care, okay? Too much. Sorry.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.13.2011 @ 5:16 pm
Conviction. Convicted? Was that one girl- the one in Italy, the Hayden Panettiere actress one convicted? What’s conviction. Where’s my dictionary….
» Posted By Ammi On 10.11.2011 @ 7:55 pm
The stacks are high, about 30 card soldiers each side. The stakes are higher, the fate of Wonderus in their hands. Behind the hay stacks the twins creep. He motions to his sister- ‘shh’. They play too big a role in this revolution for such small children.
She raises her staff.
They stand and raise their torches.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.10.2011 @ 7:13 pm
“No, this isn’t another fencing lesson. Listen carefully. Fey. The Good Neighbors, Faire Folk. Those allergic to iron, flames from a cipher branch, direct sunlight.”
» Posted By Ammi On 10.09.2011 @ 4:05 pm
It’s a mystery! It’s cliche much.
She dips her hand into the blackblue water and pulls out a handful of fall leaves. It’s okay- nothing here surprises the three of them anymore. Not the nets hung above the trees just to catch falling angels or the steps around the trees so that the ghosts don’t tire.
» Posted By Ammi On 10.08.2011 @ 7:13 pm
Settings are more than a time and place. Settings make a story. Settings… are there enough places at the table? Is one empty. Is the castle under siege but the sun doesn’t seem to care? Is the home dilapidated from outside but something completely else once you step in. Are there charred wallpaper walls, or just a damp garden?
What’s your setting?
» Posted By Ammi On 10.06.2011 @ 7:37 pm
Morality. The way I see it, if you’re immortal, you don’t have to have it. But no one- as far as I know, excluding my friends might-be Italian boyfriend, no one is, so go get some. We do stupid things and say it’s because of morals. You, well not exactly /ignore/ me but you sure as hell refuse to see and say it’s because of your morals…
» Posted By Ammi On 10.04.2011 @ 6:57 pm
Glass half (full/empty). Half of your grade. Half of my life. Half of the time I think… Half a mile. Half a horror. Half of my heart…
Of all things, love should be the last thing in pieces.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.29.2011 @ 5:21 pm
Pressed. The reporter ((why had he let her in anyway. she was too small, too loud, like a bug of some sort)) kept asking questions. ((She should have already know everything. She’d stolen and read his journals)). [why hadn’t he killed her for that]? She kept pressing on when he already felt FLATTENED.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.25.2011 @ 6:02 pm
Actually I am preoccupied right now. Tests and questions and answers and grades and, god, doesn’t anyone ever shut up….
» Posted By Ammi On 09.24.2011 @ 3:55 pm
How can I convince her to join the G.S.A with me ((by the way, I like how I can keep a diary n here ad no one cares)). It’d be difficult to convince her it was a good idea- a good girl like her wouldn’t think of that you see. Anyway. The hard part will come later: convincing my mum to let me go on the trips… xP
» Posted By Ammi On 09.23.2011 @ 6:40 pm
Salt water scrubbed ships pull into the port. It’s hectic, in a fantastic sort of way- traders from overseas unloading boxes of who-knows, merchants hawking their wares, patterned cloth and shiny bits, magic captured in colored glass, it smells like fish and far away.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.22.2011 @ 5:25 pm
The couch was almost impossible to find, hidden beneath bright, frayed blankets and an enormously fat cat. The cat woke up and snarled, swishing it’s tail as he sat on one side, sagging the cushions uncomfortably. He scooted as far away from the tomcat as the couch would allow.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.21.2011 @ 5:36 pm
Let’s celebrate! Culture, diversity, our differences make us stronger, united! *No!* Let’s celebrate being human wreckage. The sort you love. Let’s celebrate being all the same- *it’s not as bad as it sounds*. Let’s give a cheer to cigarettes and my friend Mary Jane. Tight shorts and short days. We’re celebrating? I’ll have a martiniC:
» Posted By Ammi On 09.19.2011 @ 8:06 pm
Huh? Um, okay. Well there’s this shelf of ‘westerns’ at the local library I saw today. Gathering much dust. I kind of like westerns but they’re all the same. Hoop skirts and shootouts and bar brawls and horse races. And those wacky Native Americans *rolls eyes*
» Posted By Ammi On 09.17.2011 @ 4:27 pm
My grade in math is now a B- average. It’s never been that low! I’ve always been a genius, and everyone knows it. It feels weird to be average. at the same it’s… nice. Not the fastest, or the smartest, or most ‘musical’. I sound like a bitch right, but… yeah, it’s nice.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.15.2011 @ 6:58 pm
On account of this, the sky-skate rink will be closed until further notice. Feel free to deposit all hoverboards and AiRails here. BL/ind thanks you for your cooperation.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.14.2011 @ 6:38 pm
Rallies. Vote me for (insert school office here). I promise to make this school a better place for all, regardless of the fact I never bothered with any of you before today (do I sound bitter]? Rallies Come out and see the jocks jocks and jocks (r.e. soccer, football, basketball). They’re not all bad [just enough of them to make me say this].
» Posted By Ammi On 09.13.2011 @ 4:41 pm
Whoa. Nice word for just now. Trade ((mistakes)). Trade ideas! That is progress! This HUGS debate competition is coming up- unbelievably huge, like, international. Of course these videos are meant to make you want to go but think about- ALL the ideas from around this giant world!…
» Posted By Ammi On 09.12.2011 @ 6:03 pm
Hovercarts cruise over the streets carrying goods and, occasionally people, over the wall to the great unknown. Closer to the Earth are pedestrians on overboards of their own, staunch businesspeople hurrying to offices on stark gray boards, teenagers whooping and causing mischief on their light up decked out rides.
Welcome to New Villa.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.11.2011 @ 1:07 pm
“Distinguishing features. Blond hair, blue yes, freckles, glasses, scars, hair streaks. Anything?”
“Agent, I did already mention I’m blind didn’t I?”
“Oh… I would have thought such an distinguished young man would have noticed something…”
((believe I read that wrong ^^))
» Posted By Ammi On 09.10.2011 @ 1:33 pm
Bars of soap. Bars with alcohol. Bars on a window- HARRY POTTER, ahem sorry. I saw this swanky prison in Monaco yesterday. Mum says she’d love to stay there. Getting suspicious…. I hate bars. So restricting. But at the same time, great for swinging!
» Posted By Ammi On 09.08.2011 @ 7:14 pm
Back To Stats Page
Really. This. God I could go back to when I wondered what this was… I mean, I still do, just not with such a fury. I had poem upon poem upon poem of what the hell this was supposed to be. Now, I know, sort of. It’s being. But that’s not enough.
» Posted By Ammi On 09.07.2011 @ 6:01 pm