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Recovery means to me getting over a work out, or getting back on your feet after a hard time. It covering yourself again….an odd concept, really….to cover back up your dignity, your sense of your life, to find its purpose again, to be able to cover what you want to do with your time after struggling through
» Posted By Annemarie On 07.25.2015 @ 3:58 pm
Local is the near, the known, the comfortable. Local is where your roots are and where your dreams are created. Your dream might be to get as far away from local as possible but it is the local which created this dream for you. Local is not to be underestimated.
» Posted By AnneMarie On 06.09.2015 @ 2:02 am
Very cool tool which I will share with my colleagues. That “j” is annoying me though. I noticed it a fraction of a second after pushing submit. great to be able to edit!
» Posted By Annemarie On 08.01.2014 @ 6:38 pm
Lofty like the tallest trees.
Swinging in my uncle’s arms as he lifts me high wjere the grownups talk in voices that I don’t understand.
I’m living in another dimension.
Where childhood lets me study the smallest details like a camera on micro while everyone else is macro.
» Posted By Annemarie On 08.01.2014 @ 6:36 pm
an experience is something you have whether good or bad. It is a moment in your life where you take something, anything out of it. Maybe a lesson, maybe a story. What ever it is an experience is a time that you will reflect on for the rest of your life.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.05.2013 @ 8:10 pm
I am not an object, just the image my brain sees in a mirror, a photograph… but not really me… you know Me… I don’t and then I am an object…
Aren’t we all objects in a way?
» Posted By Annemarie On 12.03.2012 @ 10:46 am
I close my eyes and think. I’m the best. I don’t need anyone but my self and hit. Missing the ball again, I throw the racket and kick it, giving up. Kids around me are whispering and giggling about me but I ignore it and try again. Picking up the racket, I get in position and wait. A ball comes at me and I swing. I hit the ball and it’s perfect. Smiling, I turn around and scream at the kids that were laughing, “Do you want to try doing that?” They shake their head, saying no and I smirk.
» Posted By AnneMarie On 06.10.2012 @ 9:21 pm
Nancy came into the office and sat down. Mr Purvis (pervy Purvis they called him) looked over his glasses at her and pointedly stared at her skirt. “You do know how to take notes in shorthand don’t you?” he asked.
» Posted By Annemarie On 05.08.2012 @ 10:35 pm
“What do you mean get rid of him? He was instrumental in me getting this job. I can’t just desert him now, people don’t do that to friends!”
She looked at me strangely.
» Posted By Annemarie On 05.06.2012 @ 7:36 pm
“Now don’t be alarmist” Sue said to Jane. “We don’t really know that the new neighbour is a pedo. He could just be your garden variety pervert.”
“What’s the bloody difference?!” said Jane.
» Posted By Annemarie On 11.06.2011 @ 10:45 pm
The squeal of tires led her outside. Through a cloud of rubber smoke she saw a black V8 speed up the road and around the corner. The black tire tracks wove across the road like twin snakes.
» Posted By Annemarie On 11.05.2011 @ 6:57 pm
She eagerly hopped up the steps of the tube station, keen to get to the gallery and see the art she was so passionate about. It had been a long time since she had had a day to herself and she was going to make the most of it!
» Posted By Annemarie On 10.31.2011 @ 1:34 pm
Artistry is a cosmetic range by Amway, you know, the company that rivals the Scientologists for the “We could but a cult, but we’re not!” title. I can’t believe we were ever talked into fronting this strange this enterprise…….
» Posted By Annemarie On 10.26.2011 @ 10:38 pm
I just can’t relate to my Mum. I mean.I know she only wants the best for me, but I find it very hard to believe that she was ever 16 years old. That’s why the discovery of her teenage journal has completely blown my mind! Sex, drugs and rock’n’roll……..What the?!
I’m freakin’ stunned!
» Posted By Annemarie On 10.20.2011 @ 9:32 pm
There was a mutual understanding between the two of them. He didn’t touch her stuff and she didn’t touch his stuff but sometimes he snuck into her room when she was at ballet practice and played with her Barbies.
» Posted By Annemarie On 10.18.2011 @ 3:06 pm
The iron was hot and when she pressed it onto the slightly damp fabric it hissed and steamed like a mini dragon. There was nothing to this ironing business, if Mum could do it – so could she. She bet she could do all the things Mum was no longer here to do……she stopped for a moment thinking, then started, as the iron made more alarming hissing noises.
» Posted By Annemarie On 10.09.2011 @ 4:50 pm
something that should not happen to much. Takes too much energy away, but still gets you going sometimes. Than it is a what gets you going to solve a problem or do something that you should have done a long time ago.
» Posted By Annemarie On 09.24.2011 @ 4:17 pm
The night was closing in and the book thief stood in the darkened library, trying to find the tome he was after. His penlight was growing dim and finally spluttered out. Damn! He should have brought extra batteries!
» Posted By Annemarie On 05.23.2011 @ 4:22 pm
A sage, old woman was in the process of giving Amelia advice, when she got up from her chair and left the room without a word. The old woman was nonplussed, “You cannot tell those who don’t want to listen” she said.
» Posted By Annemarie On 02.20.2011 @ 3:59 pm
Dark, velvety and with a hint of cinnamon. She drank deeply from her mug and let the hot chocolate work it’s magic on her.
» Posted By Annemarie On 02.15.2011 @ 7:31 pm
“Lean on me when you feel tired,” he said.
I laughed. I wasn’t tired and I wouldn’t lean on him.
Too bad for that chuckle, hours later when I wanted to lean so badly but couldn’t. My pride ate me up.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.29.2011 @ 5:44 pm
Up the stairs, two at a time. Like a lion is chasing me, but it’s only the dark. I’m sure there are some cave crickets too. I reach the upstairs, and I’m in one piece. That’s wonderful.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.25.2011 @ 6:00 pm
The stairs down to the basement were old and squeaky and she was trying her very hardest to creep down and surprise him. She took a few more tentative steps to reach the bottom and carefully opened the door…..
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.25.2011 @ 4:22 pm
It all seemed too easy, the mystery had been solved and there was nothing else for him to do. Isn’t this always where it goes wrong in the movies? he thought.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.23.2011 @ 3:05 pm
It rumbled, rumble rumble rumble.
I was afraid when I walked out past it in the night…to pee. It was like a monster.
I was scared.
I was okay.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.22.2011 @ 1:19 pm
I sat down to write a poem about you.
But all that would come were one about noodles, a cookie, a kiss and a refrigerator.
I swear you mean a lot to me.
I need you to.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.21.2011 @ 7:34 pm
The snow went on for ever and ever, as long as I could see.
My heart ached, and I didn’t know why.
I wanted to run and run until I reached the point where the snow and the white sky met. Endless. Oblivion.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.20.2011 @ 11:57 am
it bit me while i slept. i didn’t notice, it didn’t hurt. but when the egg shaped lump appeared, i knew there was a problem.
i went to the doctor.
that was okay.
but i didn’t like being inspected by a strange new resident, she’d never seen the back of my thigh before.
the spider had.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.19.2011 @ 5:04 pm
Spider webs stuck to my face as I crawled through the hedge. I just needed to get a little closer to the house to see, and more importantly, hear what was going on inside.
» Posted By Annemarie On 01.19.2011 @ 3:58 pm
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The trees are blooming and glittering in the bright morning spring sun! Green and vivacious they rise out stretching to touch the blue blue sky.
» Posted By Annemarie On 08.31.2010 @ 11:22 pm