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It crawled up on my hand, seeming innocent and natural. I knew it would sting me, but I didn’t care anymore. I was alone, and so was this scorpion. Both of us with nothing left to care about, nothing left to lose, nothing left to be stripped from us. It’s acid or venom or what have you burned, but nothing like the burns from my past.

» Posted By Anon On 08.15.2019 @ 8:05 pm


It was badly broken- shattered. The wood had splintered like broken bone, the strings lay like dead things, coiled like they had curled up to die. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, as if he was willing time to reverse, willing it to reassemble itself.

» Posted By anon On 10.10.2018 @ 3:55 pm


Consequential. Acting carefree and fearless. Taking the rose, ignoring the thorns. Drinking poison for the drunk feeling. Then one day, you fall, and the wool is removed from your eyes.

» Posted By Anon On 10.09.2018 @ 11:26 am


This is a plot we do not accept. We will be able to review it later on in the evening. They are plot twisting shit up and we can’t deal with this. This plot must end now. 0/10 would not recommend plotting crap against me.

Yelp reviews for your plot are also miserable. Why does every day include a fight with an American.

» Posted By anon On 09.26.2018 @ 1:20 am


Leave me here. I can do this alone. Stop trying to hold me down because you think I can’t do it. I’m stronger than you think- stronger than ever before. Trust me. Let go.

» Posted By Anon On 09.09.2018 @ 9:19 pm

Why are you leaving? I have never been anything but kind to you. Did I say something wrong? Did I do something? Should I leave, too? Can I even leave? Can i let go? Maybe. One day.

» Posted By Anon On 09.09.2018 @ 3:53 pm

Leaving. Leaving it all behind. Just getting on the train and going away. Home? Hell? Heaven? I don’t know. I don’t know if i care. But I’m leaving. Someone might miss me. I hope they do.

» Posted By Anon On 09.09.2018 @ 3:51 pm


Toys lay scattered everywhere, like a battlefield of velveteen soldiers, bodies strewn among the detritus of abandoned adolescent outfits.

» Posted By anon On 08.01.2018 @ 10:58 am


tedious _edious __dious ___ious ____ous _____us ______s tedious

» Posted By anon On 07.10.2018 @ 8:20 pm


I watched her as she slept.
I watched her chest rise and fall and pause and rise again.
I thought about our future, her mother, my father, whats between my legs and whats between hers,
I thought about the man in power and the cage we sit in
I thought about how she’ll always be a secret of mine
and I’ll always be a secret of hers
and when she wakes up she’ll see a girl that she can’t be proud of

» Posted By anon On 10.23.2017 @ 3:19 pm


The bakery smelt nice. As soon as I got a whiff of all of the delicacies I knew I was in heaven. However, there was one thing keeping me from sweet, sweet victory: the glass.

» Posted By Anon On 10.04.2017 @ 9:58 pm


He was standing at my door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” I knew from the pale look on his face that I was not going to let this guy in my house. He looked way too shifty. I don’t know if it was the black trench coat or the slim body but something was off…

» Posted By Anon On 10.03.2017 @ 11:29 pm


There was fire burning in the campfire and it would have been a great time except for the lack of marshmallows, and chocolate and edible food. Her hands were scratched an bleeding and even this fire was making here feel nervous. She wasn’t sure if they were even going to look this way.

» Posted By Anon On 09.03.2017 @ 11:09 am


I left camp after 3 days when I was 12 years old. I didn’t leave for obvious reasons. Bullying? No. Boredom? No. I left because there was a void in my heart as terrible and powerful as black hole. You see, I had dropped my last Oreo in the dirt.

» Posted By anon On 08.09.2017 @ 11:35 am


If only you had known how intense I’d felt about you, but it’s too late now. Hindsight and all that.

» Posted By Anon On 07.06.2017 @ 12:49 pm


I defy all logic. I have these powers that shouldn’t exist. It scares me. Why do I have these powers? What do I do with them? This is what I want to know.

» Posted By Anon On 07.05.2017 @ 2:09 pm


A dash of hope and a sprinkle of laughter. The elderly man sat on the front porch and watched the volunteers work on his dilapidated home. A tear came to his eye. His wife came out and he put his arm around her. Who knew such love could come from a group of teenagers.

» Posted By Anon On 12.29.2016 @ 11:34 pm


The thieves wore black to the heist, though only a couple actually knew what they were doing. The one leading the foray into the building worried about those that lagged behind frequently looking back as the two that came wih her kept hesitating and stopping in between flashes of light. Once one nearly tripped over a loose stone when a bark sounded nearby. The first cursed in her head calling upon the Trickster to keep him from being discovered.

» Posted By Anon On 10.26.2016 @ 10:33 pm


She fidgeted with her robe, fingers smoothing down silk and embroidery. She frowned and pulled a piece of lint from the edge of her sleeve before flinching at a touch at her elbow. She turned to find her friend beckoning with her hand. “They are coming in now. Are you ready?”

» Posted By Anon On 09.28.2016 @ 5:26 pm


her view was of rain and gray and coffee
it was a break. She wanted some perspective. Coming home bloody and tired and sick just takes it out of you.

» Posted By Anon On 09.22.2016 @ 9:24 pm


of myself.
no one to know
no one to see
spiraling out of control

» Posted By anon On 07.29.2016 @ 3:39 am


I wonder what a legion looks like, these days you don’t see armies marching through the wilderness, or seizing castles. Maybe a concert is the closest you can get, with crowds of people squished together, bickering between themselves, unknown to each other, but ultimately all there for the same reason.

» Posted By anon On 02.18.2016 @ 9:54 am


Its painful but it heals. It doesn’t last forever, unless it hits something vital. Knives are so incredibly frightening, and they don’t ever hold back. It might not even be on purpose

» Posted By anon On 01.08.2016 @ 10:04 pm


Bane of my existence. A finite resource that I am very bad at harnessing or cultivating or growing. Something that could be so very life changing if only I get a hold of it, understand it, and put it to work for me. It’s one of the great sorrows of my life that I can’t get out of my own way and eat better, run more, be kinder – all the things that would make my existence so much more meaningful.

» Posted By Anon On 10.07.2015 @ 7:53 am


our father, whoart in heaven. hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. give us this daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

» Posted By anon On 09.16.2015 @ 8:09 am

my father is an asshole, but i love him anyway. he taught me bike rides, computer games, cigarette smoke, sugared tea, union jacks. my father is an asshole, but i love him anyway.

» Posted By anon On 09.16.2015 @ 8:07 am


People are shallow. They do stupid things and make stupid decisions and hurt each other. The world would be better if everyone didn’t hurt each other.

» Posted By Anon On 05.23.2015 @ 8:10 pm


Today will be different. Today, I will not stand by and watch. Today, I will not be pushed over. Today, I will fight for my voice to be heard.

Today, I will fight for my tomorrow.

» Posted By anon On 05.01.2015 @ 5:32 am


He had two lives. His life with her. And his life without her. He used to be fine with life like that. But he wasn’t anymore. He wanted her there for the little things. For the tiny, insignificant things that made up his life without her. He wanted her there; because when she was there, nothing felt insignificant, nothing felt so small. The world with her was vast and broad and scary.

» Posted By anon On 01.19.2015 @ 6:39 am


olive branches lay on her forehead like a crown, and margaery grins as she reaches up to adjust them. “your crown is crooked,” she whispers, and is immediately hushed. she giggles, entiwing her slender fingers with sansa’s own. she rolls her eyes.
“you’re one to talk,” sansa answers, smirking at margaery’s crown. “yours looks like something out of a horror movie.”

» Posted By anon On 12.30.2014 @ 11:49 pm

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