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Blurred. That is all I could see. A blurred memory in my mind. Why can I not remember! I try to see my family or anything. But I can’t seem to see anything that I would be able to connect memories or aces too. I know I’m in a room, sitting on a bed, and I know the colors of the rainbow, or how school works. I just can ‘t remember what school, or the address of my supposed home. The people who claim to be my parents are kind of sketchy as far as I can tell, but I’m not really one to judge with my state of mind.

» Posted By Arianna On 12.16.2015 @ 8:12 am


Thoughts bounced off of the walls of my head as I carefully set my head of the cuffed set. I was set to be executed and they were cutting my hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. I am set to be executed in 4 hours, for something I didn’t even do. The prosecutors believed the scum bag who accused me though everybody knows it was him, he just has enough money for people to overlook it.

» Posted By Arianna On 11.06.2015 @ 9:44 am


i’m held captive to a life i don’t want to life. society is keeping me prisoner to a world that i can’t nor don’t want to conform too. i hate that society thinks im wrong or a different species or a “mistake”. why cant it be like in the old 1700s where it was said that “all men are created equal” because that isn’t the truth. it’s not how it is.

» Posted By Arianna On 10.05.2015 @ 6:24 pm


They were pulling a tube out of my arm. I was starting to get light headed, I needed something, but I didn’t know what. Why are they doing this to me? I thought, tears surfacing. Apparently, My genes are special, and I the need it to make some special. Some mutant thing I can only guess. They didn’t tell me all the details.

» Posted By Arianna On 10.02.2015 @ 8:45 am


Scared How do I deal with the boss ? What if the person sees right through me? I going to puke my guts out! I am so anxiosu

» Posted By Arianna On 12.27.2014 @ 5:18 am


when I first got there, the line out of the embassy was so long I didn’t think I’d make it out alive by noon. And the situation didn’t get any better: there were so many people queuing up to get their passport that I wondered why was everyone so keen on leaving the country.

» Posted By Arianna On 11.23.2014 @ 7:30 am


You caused the nights to become
less like loneliness
and more like efficient heartache
and the way we looked at
each other
in the moonlight
was like the fireworks on the
fourth of July
and there is absolutely nothing in the
world that I would rather do
than be with you by your
side again so you
would not be so lonely

you caused the nights to become
less like loneliness
and more like efficient heartache
and the way we spoke to each
other with snaked tongues
and heated nails
was like the aftermath of a mass
genocide and I swear
there is nothing in the world I would
rather do than hear you tell
me who you really are
and for me to tell you I’m
sorry for believing you
and being pulled into

you caused the nights to become
less like loneliness
and more like efficient heartache
but now
you cause my nights to be
less like happiness
and more like efficient suicides
and still I wake
in the morning
because I know you are real
in some way
or form
(even if you’re lying about your


» Posted By Arianna On 09.20.2013 @ 9:01 pm


His mind raced as he sweated, heart pounding, mind bewildered, no idea how to react.
Senator Markus looked down at his cotton-plated chest.
He should have worn the bullet-proof vest.

» Posted By Arianna On 09.15.2013 @ 6:21 pm


I had a dream
that you were a dragon
and I was the castle
you were protecting
and no one even
dared to try
to take you away
from me
because they loved us
more than we loved


» Posted By Arianna On 09.08.2013 @ 3:55 pm


Tell me
your story
and I
will tell
you mine
and give
me your
aura and
I will
give you


» Posted By Arianna On 09.07.2013 @ 10:02 am


Taste my bones like the
ravenous wolf you are
and spit me out
because I’m not good enough
for the likeness of you

and grin like the poisonous
scorpion you are
and tell me I’m not even worth
dying for
because I’m just a figment of
the girl you used
to know.


» Posted By Arianna On 09.03.2013 @ 1:59 pm


When soft creates hard as is life.

When love creates pain.

When pain creates a barrier too strong to break through. In life we can love or we can plaster someones hearts with hardened and impenetrable matter. That matter is made up of memories, lost voyages, missed opportunities and forget displays of affection. I therefore define “Love Plastering” as heartbreak so difficult it would take a life time to break though.

» Posted By Arianna On 07.26.2013 @ 11:46 am


it happens in an instant. Their eyes meet from across the crowded fairground. He has dark hair that is rumpled from roller coasters and she has pretty green eyes that smile at him. He leaves he friends to walk over to her, picking a flower from a bush on the way there.
“hello,” he says, bowing slightly and handing it to her.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.29.2013 @ 2:35 pm


She is walking with stilts and it is clumsy and awkward. She is staggering, slowly and it looks like she is limping. It feels more precarious than a tight rope because with the rope, at least she can feel the ground that she is walking on. In these stilts she is terrified of falling and looking like a fool, but there is adrenaline in her blood and it thrills her.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.23.2013 @ 3:42 pm


“Oof!” a pain shot through John’s bad shoulder, and he was sent crashing to the floor, flat on his face. His walking stick clattered to the floor in front of him. At first, he didn’t think the person who’d knocked him over was going to help him up, but he was mistaken.
“Forgive me… I didn’t see you, I was quite consumed in my thoughts.” came a smooth baritone voice, as a strong, but slender hand helped him up. “Did I hit your bad shoulder? I’m Sherlock, by the way…”
“John… And how did you know?”
The mysterious Sherlock simply handed John his walking stick, and left, leaving John with only a wink, before he disappeared into the crowd.

» Posted By Arianna On 05.15.2013 @ 1:30 pm


Her beautiful body rolled over the daisies. Winged eyelashes framing her eyes that matched the overgrown grass darting left to right like a cat stalking its prey.

She turned and looked at me smiling her crazed smile and began laughing but why I was unsure.

» Posted By Arianna On 03.22.2013 @ 3:50 am


She grasped his hand as they ran from everything that would have killed them.

» Posted By Arianna On 02.19.2013 @ 11:46 pm


one day i was a visitor. I felt out of place but people welcomed me and made me feel comfortable. I love to visit other countries and experience cultures. experiencing food, people , life is amazing.

» Posted By arianna On 01.28.2013 @ 7:56 pm


I remember having a choice between many things in my life at one point. Like right now, I have a choice between my loving boyfriend, barely taller than I am, and cute and considerate. Or I could choose my math tutor who is gorgeous and tall and everything that my current boyfriend is as well. I just love my boyfriend so much so I don’t know what to do.

» Posted By Arianna On 10.04.2012 @ 10:30 am


Oh don’t be a little girl,
Don’t be stuck in a position that you don’t need to be in.
Don’t you dare feel those feelings, and don’t you dare turn back.
Don’t dwell on the past that you cannot change.
Do move on.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.23.2012 @ 7:11 pm


“Calm down, John.” Sherlock said, walking casually out of his room with a small suitcase. “We still have a minute until we have to leave to get there on time.”
“Still… I didn’t think you’d take so long.”
“I was packing.”
“You hadn’t packed!?”
“I’d packed half of it, but essentials had to go in last.”
“Alright, alright, let’s go then.”
They hurried down the stairs.
“Have fun boys!” called Mrs Hudson. Sherlock rolled his eyes. It would only be fun for John. There wasn’t a single case on this desert island THING Mycroft was sending them to… But then, who needed a case anyway? Sherlock had other plans…

» Posted By Arianna On 06.23.2012 @ 4:12 am


PIctures have frames, frames are cool, im not sure what im supposed to be doing, but this kind of remind me of those pictures with the fake families i them, They are all posed and stuff, its kinda cool, i wonder if they are actual families in the pictures.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.18.2012 @ 10:49 am


Sherlock’s hand was shaking. His hand never shook. He gulped. He never gulped. There was a simple reason for his unnatural behaviour. Moriarty sat in his living room, with John tied up and gagged in the chair next to him.
“Hurry up and pour the tea now, Sherlock, or someone might get hurt.” Moriarty sang, smiling as he poked John’s face with his gun. John had tears streaming from his eyes and he stared at Sherlock, pleading for him to have a plan…
Sherlock didn’t have one. Moriarty had finally found his weak spot. His mind had ground to a halt, and all he could do was to follow his instructions to keep John alive…

» Posted By Arianna On 06.17.2012 @ 4:26 am


He looked rediculous.
John tried to stifle a chuckle as Sherlock struggled.
“John!” he cried. “-elp!”
He stifled another chuckle as he tugged at Sherlock’s sleeve violently.
Suddenly, Sherlock tumbled onto the floor, strangely gracefully, despite his pout. Yet John still couldn’t ignore the fact that he was covered, head to toe, in straw.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.14.2012 @ 9:43 am


It was brief. Quick. Simple. Clean. And yet so very, very complex and confusing.
They sat apart for a while. Their eyes met, but dropped to the floor almost immediately.
Sherlock’s emotions were running wild. Emotions?
John was stunned. He couldn’t move.
It had been as he had left for work earlier. All Sherlock had done was bent down and kissed him on the cheek.
This didn’t strike either of them as odd until John was halfway to work in a taxi, at which point their faces both became the image of confusion, then shock, then embarrassment, and finally horror.
When John had got home, neither had said anything. John made tea, and sat in his chair, and Sherlock sat in his chair, where he had been for most of the day… It was a full three days before either of them said a word to the other again.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.12.2012 @ 2:16 pm


Oh great. He’s in a bad mood. WHY!? It’s quarter past four… I was sleeping…
I get up from the bed and trudge to the living room.
“What happened?” I ask him. “Why are you making such a racket?”
“Ugh, my dear brother decided to screw up the case I was working on.” he said. I took the violin from his hands and placed it gently on his chair, before wrapping my arms around him from behind. “Why does he insist on ruining my life, John?” he asked.
“I don’t think he means to… Besides, he hasn’t driven me away.” I smiled at him, and he couldn’t help smiling back.
“True.” he admitted, kissing me on the forehead.
“How about some tea?” I asked.
“Okay…” he said, and I went to the kitchen. I heard him slump onto the sofa. Just a normal Saturday morning. The sun began to rise.

» Posted By Arianna On 06.10.2012 @ 2:27 pm


We sat. That’s all we did. We sat. Sherlock was wearing that usual expression of boredom, and I was cold. Very cold. We’d been talking. Just talking. Then it had become awkward. Well, it had for me. I didn’t know if it had for him. One thing had changed everything. One little sentence that he had said. Three words that should never have come out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

» Posted By Arianna On 06.09.2012 @ 9:44 am


my memory left a residue on my heart and no matter what i can not clean it off. and as time passes it gradually grows thicker and thicker weighing me down. i feel like im drowning gasping for air. is there a cure. a way to make it go away. cause my happiness is dissapearing.

» Posted By arianna On 03.23.2012 @ 2:22 pm


Sweat is really gross, although it helps us to be cool. It smells really bad and it is ugly when you see it on people. However i love sweat pants.

» Posted By Arianna On 03.04.2012 @ 3:25 am


Epic is a word used to describe all aspects of life, from failure to success. Why should we? Who are we to classify the worth of someone’s life, or the actions they choose to take? Who are we to determine what is “epic” or not.

» Posted By arianna On 02.02.2012 @ 7:40 pm

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