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There was a wrapping sound sudenly on my desk and i nearly jumped six feet in the air. My teacher’s stern face was staring down at me and my skin heated with the power of a thousand suns. “Erase your slate, miss,” she hissed. “There is no doodling in my classroom.” While giggles filled the room, I quickly erased the sketch of the boy in front of me with my sleeve.
» Posted By annabelle On 01.02.2015 @ 5:08 pm
selective. a word of wonder. one that means freedom of choice and happiness. It is one of the best words in the world.
» Posted By Annabelle On 03.23.2014 @ 4:20 pm
He was selective. Very selective. He never came over to my house on time when we were young, for he couldn’t choose between me and another friend.
» Posted By Annabelle On 03.23.2014 @ 4:18 pm
I was strung-out. A week of no sleep, too many cigarettes, too many cups of coffee and a pit of building anxiety buried deep in my stomach made me unable to sit still or think clearly.
» Posted By Annabelle On 06.17.2013 @ 8:11 am
there the leaves and fruit and egg shells rotted in the back garden it was moist and disgusting and the idea of sifting through it to retrieve my daughter’s frisbee disgusted me. it was only then that i saw the finger poking out of the semi-decomposed dirt.
» Posted By Annabelle On 06.12.2013 @ 8:07 am
there was a man and a bag and a train the bag went on the train with the man – the man didn’t want anyone to see the contents of the bag. in it was all that remains of his life. the events that had unfolded in the last year of his life had destroyed all that he had ever known about himself and what remained of his past was contained in the bag.
» Posted By Annabelle On 06.11.2013 @ 6:38 am
If humans were only attracted to other species, where would we be now? Earth would be a cesspool of cross-species, with no “purebreeds” to brag about. Everyone would be truly different, not just in the sense of our personalities, but in the sense that our DNA and genes hold the cells of an entirely different species.
» Posted By Annabelle On 04.14.2013 @ 10:53 am
As we blasted off I looked out the window at the planet we were leaving behind. Smoke billowed from the charred, withered earth and ravines ran like gashes across the face of a dying nation. The world was ending in flame and in horror, the sun scorching us from the outside in. Our leaving was our only hope to live, but I couldn’t help but think of those who wouldn’t be leaving; wouldn’t be breathing; wouldn’t even be crying for those loved ones lost.
» Posted By annabelle On 03.14.2013 @ 6:24 pm
I once returned a bottle full of wine to the wine store. No I didn’t. I need to return a few things to stores but its hard to do it with the kids. I feel like I should return some of the decisions I made in my life, but there they are.
» Posted By Annabelle On 03.08.2013 @ 5:14 am
I am no weakling. I have survived many painful things in my life. My own molestation. My sister’s rape. I have been to ten funerals in the last fifteen years. I am strong. I am hardened, and hidden, and lost. I am so many things, but I have never been weak. I am a fighter. I fight for myself. I fight for others. I fight for beliefs, and values, and love. No one is weak who can love another despite faults, differences, and fears.
» Posted By annabelle On 03.03.2013 @ 7:17 pm
I hoped to instill in her a sense of wonder, of adventure. My daughter was brought up going on trips all around the world. By the time she was 16, she’d been to Taiwan, New Zealand, Zambia, and Peru. She never seemed to appreciate it. She never saw the value in learning other cultures, in learning to love the world just as it was made, and never trying to change others. I wanted to instill her with love and kindness and mercy, and I failed. She cares about shopping, boys, and cars, and if anyone else doesn’t share those values, she writes them off. I hope someday someone can get it right, because if the next generation doesn’t learn to love, societies will continue to implode.
» Posted By annabelle On 03.03.2013 @ 9:56 am
Speaking is difficult. At least for me, and only if I want to say something important, about my opinion. I can say stupid stuff, so much stupid stuff spouts from my mouth, but when I want to say what is truly in my head, about a book, or a film or the news, I just cant speak.
» Posted By Annabelle On 01.27.2013 @ 9:07 am
Real, were flooded with it, our eyes gleaming as we look into the clutter on the planet, the hunger, the waste, and then we turn away, unable to stand the absolute horror of our greed.
» Posted By annabelle On 01.23.2013 @ 1:55 am
I’m just thinking I need to apply myself, but I’m not qualified at being the me, that my brain says its up for, the potential me, is locked in a test tube bottle somewhere, this drag ass me, is waiting to get the call.
» Posted By annabelle On 01.21.2013 @ 10:52 am
He knows guides us and makes us feel guilt, as if we have been seen without our permission, and now have abiding guilt, every feature betrays us!
» Posted By annabelle On 12.23.2012 @ 7:44 am
the game plan was to be the very best me and then I met him and the game plan was to be the very best wife, and then I found there were many and the game plan was to be the best one, and I failed I never was what the game plan called for.
» Posted By annabelle On 12.19.2012 @ 9:59 am
I rose with the sun, careful to not make a sound. I didn’t want to wake up anyone in the house. I slipped on my sneakers and forced my wild hair to be tamed into a bun. The first few minutes were awful, breathless and chilly. Later on, I would learn to relish those moments, the moments that were there when you were down but now you are on top of the world, running faster than god and feeling lighter than air
» Posted By Annabelle On 11.30.2012 @ 6:39 am
bury people in the ground when they’re dead and maybe they’ll come out and grab you when you visit the graveyard. that’s a little weird. they should probably still have those bells in the groundin case people aren’t all the way dead. death is inevitable i guess. what can you do about death? nothing at all it’s going to happen to best of us. shit. i can’t even think about death i’m a 15 year old girl in high school. what do i know about life let alone death…
» Posted By Annabelle On 10.15.2012 @ 8:39 pm
The scene was set.
She put out candles, the yankee kind.
She ruffled her hair and pulled on her black underwear, lacy for how racy she was feeling.
She knew that this wasn’t the type of thing that she normally did.
But she needed a good fuck.
» Posted By Annabelle On 10.05.2012 @ 9:52 pm
i had to admit it.
i was stuck
i was possessed by the beauty of his eyes
of his smile
of his laugh
of his hair
of the way he said my name
of how he walked into the room.
of the way he made my heart skip two beats
of the way he made those stupid butterflies come back every time he winked
i was struck
i was paralyzed.
i had to admit it
i was stuck
i was fawning over him.
» Posted By Annabelle On 09.30.2012 @ 11:09 am
Get his affairs in order, they said. Did he tell you of his affairs?
That’s such an impersonal way to let him go.
Such a crazy idea, that a person is the physical things that he left behind.
Why do i care what he left?
All i can care about is that he’s gone.
That his wrinkly face won’t smile at me again
That I have to put him under the dirt, killing me inside.
» Posted By Annabelle On 09.26.2012 @ 3:46 am
My legs were covered that night. Not that he paid attention to that at all. Nope, he took what was covered and attempted to cover it with his own body. It’s one thing to do that when you’re in a relationship and it is mutual but it’s another when it’s not mutual. When it’s considered assault. WHen i don’t want to be covered by you, but now my mind seems to be covered by all of the faults that i have since you tried to hurt me
» Posted By Annabelle On 09.03.2012 @ 6:16 am
It bars someone in, like a dog or a person. It can be real or not. I have mental chains, things that bar me from doing what i want to do, like depression or anxiety. I have the chains of my ancestors and chains of my future. To be the best now means to have no future chains.
» Posted By Annabelle On 08.26.2012 @ 4:53 am
A method is the way you do something. People may have methods about cooking, sewing, ect. But methods are great cause they make you, you! Live your life with your methods.
» Posted By Annabelle On 07.31.2012 @ 2:55 pm
This is different. This isn’t like when you were seven and your puppy died, or even when you had to attend your great Aunt’s funeral when you were in the sixth grade. This hurts. This is personal. They keep saying “I’m so sorry” but they have no idea. You don’t even have any idea. What’s happening to you? Stop, don’t answer that. Take a deep breath. Try to go on. I know it’s hard.
» Posted By Annabelle On 07.30.2012 @ 12:42 pm
“What are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough?” she mumbled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
He looked at her, almost sadly. “I, uh, came to see if you were okay.”
“My sister’s dead. Why would I be okay?” she hissed.
“I’m sorry. I really am, Kara.”
“You are. I know. Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
» Posted By Annabelle On 07.30.2012 @ 12:39 pm
Thinking about the Spring and planting again, ah but nothing survives, my efforts. It’s better I am a bird and pick them in my teeth, they give nutrition and i am better for other endeavors.
» Posted By annabelle On 06.24.2012 @ 9:59 pm
The sand in the hourglass was falling down rapidly. I knew that I needed more time. Sixty seconds. I needed more than sixty seconds. I needed sixty days, sixty months, sixty years. I needed time. I needed to see you again. Your beautiful face, the smell of your hair, the touch of your skin as you kissed me in the pouring rain. Oh, how I loved you. But all we had left were sixty seconds, and a lifetime of memories.
» Posted By Annabelle On 06.17.2012 @ 7:50 am
It was raining outside. Actually, it wasn’t just raining. It was pouring. I was completely soaked by the time I got home, and it is only a five minute walk from the busstop.
» Posted By Annabelle On 06.17.2012 @ 7:46 am
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emptying a vessal that holds water is meditative, pouring out your heart in tears also relieve the dry places in your soul that have chapped from lack of feeling. Being.
» Posted By annabelle On 06.17.2012 @ 6:31 am