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I just wrote for this one. I don’t want to write it again. I don’t want to give my email. I just want more words to write about. I want my writer’s block to go away. I don’t want to have anxiety anymore. I don’t want to over think everything that I do. I don’t want to be scared of previous trauma when my life is going so well now. I don’t want to be pushed to do something I don’t want to do.

» Posted By Ann On 01.19.2018 @ 9:23 pm


They pressed their hand into the wrinkled fabric and smoothed out the larger ridges. Life is like this, they thought. On the next pass of their hand, the fabric pulled along the palm to smooth out more.

» Posted By Ann On 12.30.2016 @ 10:31 pm


I hated when people called me cute because on some level, I felt that it meant that I wasn’t good enough to be beautiful.

» Posted By Ann On 10.30.2016 @ 2:06 pm


a scooter is cool. I had a scooter when I was small. it can also be a name or a nickname. like for a dog. scooter could also be a person who scoots. who knows? maybe you could invent a new type of scooter that jkdlsfds.

» Posted By ann On 05.06.2016 @ 11:30 am


Rattling down the hall, jigging bad memories in my brain, was a sound from a time that I had forgotten, when I was a person I no longer wished to know.

» Posted By Ann On 02.27.2016 @ 7:33 pm


She thought she was clever enough to escape the grasp of the enemy gang, but she had slipped past their fingers only to fall into the darkness of suffocating waters.

» Posted By Ann On 01.31.2016 @ 7:22 pm


The ghosts’ sobbing was getting on my nerves. They were twins, toddlers, who should have lived longer. I felt badly for their parents, sometimes even for them. Life isn’t fair. But that wasn’t my problem.

» Posted By Ann On 01.30.2016 @ 4:38 pm


portal opening into purple galaxy of neon stars, all swirling together into a dance of life

» Posted By Ann On 01.21.2016 @ 4:43 pm


“United we stand,” she thought it was funny how the words came to mind while staring at a broken flag pole, bent from the force of protesters.

» Posted By Ann On 12.16.2015 @ 8:47 pm

“United we stand.” She thought it was funny how the words came to mind while staring at a broken flag pole, bent from the force of protesters.

» Posted By Ann On 12.16.2015 @ 8:47 pm


the hot jets of water felt like needles on my body. the feeling of pain slowly turned to a soft itching.

» Posted By ann On 04.12.2015 @ 11:59 pm


there are forces in my head and around me. they are chasing me and i run, run and run. i don’t let them catch me. oh where can i hide? when can i rest? this has to stop. but i enjoy the thrill of this run…

» Posted By ann On 04.10.2015 @ 11:43 pm


knocked down
knocked off your feet
pushed over

» Posted By ann On 12.09.2014 @ 5:49 pm


The mangled ice cream sandwich lay on the floor between their feet. He looked up at her, horrified, and apologized profusely. He had been so close to asking her out to lunch.

» Posted By Ann On 07.08.2014 @ 3:53 pm


Nice job Ann!!

» Posted By Ann On 05.12.2014 @ 9:29 am

I like the wilderness. I love to listen to the birds and love to look at the blue sky with the sun and feel the warmth!! The animals are fun to watch as well.

» Posted By Ann On 05.12.2014 @ 9:29 am


King prince god power in control orderly beautiful clothes over others

» Posted By Ann On 02.23.2014 @ 1:57 pm


She ran her fingers down the column while she shoved a burger with her other hand into her mouth. The phone rang, she clicked on the button of her earpiece, “hello?”
Her brow furrowed, her finger froze on the last number, the burger sat cold and lumpy in her mouth. She swallowed hard, “I understand, where is the body?” Tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes. “I can be there in 15 minutes. Don’t move him until I get there.”

» Posted By ann On 09.21.2013 @ 11:00 am


The silo had been emptied out in an attempt to search for the remains. Once the grain was gone, the csi team combed the area, looking for anything that might lead them to the missing girl. Suddenly, a member of the team shouted for everyone to come look; his light shined on the broken, frail body of 15 year old Constance West.

» Posted By Ann On 08.16.2013 @ 8:35 pm


Her indecision weighed heavily on her troubled mind. Why couldn’t she choose what to do with these two men? They both had cared for her during her grieving process, but she found it difficult to pick just one. Both were wonderful men, attractive, and had great jobs; this was a decision she just couldn’t make on her own…she needed her mother. But her mother was dead now, no longer able to give the advice she desperately longed for.

» Posted By Ann On 08.17.2013 @ 1:36 pm


When I opened my eyes, I expected to see a community smiling and laughing, gathering outdoors simply to talk with one another.
To this day, I have no idea where I got that idea. The landscape was bleak, uninviting, and gray, to match the personality of the town. I had trouble finding even an open window nonetheless a laugh. A sign in the center of the town mocked the greeting “welcome”, its red type seemed to be the only pop of color.

» Posted By Ann On 08.19.2013 @ 4:57 pm


This summer I’ve flipped. -All I can think of is the book and movie! Hmm. I still have some more time. Not anymore. Whoops!

» Posted By Ann On 08.16.2013 @ 8:43 am


She took a bite of her pasta, the sundried tomatoes a nice compliment to the noodles lightly seasoned with basil. He watched her with a smug grin, knowing she was loving the food he prepared for her. He loved the way her mouth curled around her food, making him think of how it would look and feel around his cock as she sucked him off.

» Posted By Ann On 08.09.2013 @ 6:44 am


Her two sons lay in the ground; fresh flowers now rested where their heads would be. She stood, letting the rain fall down upon her, not caring in the least if she got sick. She was alone now, her husband lie beside his children, and she wanted nothing more than to have them all back again; to be with them always.

» Posted By Ann On 08.09.2013 @ 2:24 pm


I saw a cat meow on the tree. she is so cute.So I went to market buy a fish for it.
The cat ate the fish start to meow.

» Posted By Ann On 07.22.2013 @ 6:26 pm


i could feel the air all over my face, stroking my shoulders and moving my hair. i couldn’t see anything but i kept on moving, i needed to go to where they had told me they hid you.
it was a dark night, that’s all i knew. it was so hot i could feel it under my shoe’s sole. i had no hope, but i needed to do something.

» Posted By ann On 05.17.2013 @ 11:42 pm


There is a stab from the corner of my mind. A lightning bolt. Almost. Mostly all I can thing about is the trajectory of my thoughts and the way they produce sounds and colors that have nothing to do with boats. But I still feel like I’m sailing or sinking. Those are my modes. Sailing and sinking.


» Posted By Ann On 04.26.2013 @ 10:37 pm


We rolled down the hill, our laughter taking over for the cheesy sound effects I’d first attempted.

» Posted By Ann On 04.25.2013 @ 7:03 pm


In the soil, the brownies waited. Striped leaves of what the Talls called “snake plant” towered over them. Padded footsteps grew louder with each achingly slow draw of breath.

» Posted By Ann On 04.24.2013 @ 9:23 pm


The game had lasted for hours. But it was nothing compared to the game they’d been playing for years. She held the Queen above the checkered board, hesitating for no other reason than to try her husband’s patience. He leaned on his hand, pretending to be more concerned with the nighttime that showed nothing but shadows out their living room windows.

» Posted By Ann On 04.23.2013 @ 8:10 pm

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