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When the trees finally filtered away, and the stars began their dark decent into the horizon, the chains of his manacles stopped their loud screaming as he stopped and looked up. The lights of the world reminded him he was worth nothing more than the fate that brought him to that moment.
» Posted By Bea On 01.28.2019 @ 6:53 am
Flick. Flick. Flick. A shake. Flick. Flick.
Then finally flame.
He brought it closer to his mouth, long fingers cradling the device from the breeze, and watched it as it lit the end of his cigarette up in bright reds. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the device away from his face, keeping it in his palm just in case it failed him again.
» Posted By Bea On 02.09.2018 @ 6:56 am
“Just jump. Don’t think. Don’t doubt. Don’t fear.
Just jump. Trust in me. Trust that I’ll catch you. Trust.
Don’t be afraid of the inevitable.”
The wind’s whispers were hard to ignore; I shuffled another inch towards the edge.
“Just jump and be free.”
» Posted By Bea On 04.07.2017 @ 12:44 pm
Elyse stared at the girl before her, small, fragile, frail, but somehow holding a burning fire in her ocher eyes. this burning fire drew Elyse in, this passion that she yearned to possess.
» Posted By Bea On 01.23.2017 @ 8:31 pm
The building was crumbling, the once beautiful architecture soiled by the explosion. It was a shame, really. The building had been known locally as the One who would last Forever. It had stood in the same spot for a couple hundred years, never wavering. The town was built around it, and the children grew up to admire the structure of its beautiful archways and intricate pillars. The explosion wasn’t an attack, the news reported shortly after the building fell, it was an accident. The townsfolk never believed that, they knew what had happened to their beloved building, but wouldn’t release the truth to any outsiders.
» Posted By Bea On 08.11.2016 @ 8:02 am
People think that drowning is peaceful. It isn’t. It’s a crushing weight upon your entire body, water filling every orifice and making you choke in attempt to get back the air that’s vacant from your lungs. It’s your heart filling with liquid, stuttering and slowing, as you slowly sink further and further underwater, flailing limbs weakening. The rippling sunlight fading into the navy blue of the deep ocean as your eyelids slip shut, the black following the blue.
» Posted By Bea On 08.06.2016 @ 2:30 pm
Some people think being domestic is a good thing. I, however, think the exact opposite. Nothing scares me more than the thought of my life becoming boring. Without meaning. That’s what I associate with domestic life. Driving the kids to school, going to work, coming home, kissing your partner on the cheek instead of the lips because you’ve grown apart in your domestic lives that you don’t find passion with each other anymore. It’s heartbreaking, and something I am not willing to do. Ever.
» Posted By Bea On 05.09.2016 @ 6:37 am
Competition is something that runs the lives of most companies across the world, and it has grown out of proportion. No longer do they care about the customers wellbeing, but simply how much better they are than their opposing company. Schools do the same thing, and in my opinion, it’s worse. Here, they are messing with the lives of the next generation. They have already made education one of the most important and impossible things for a young person, but now they are completely disregarding their education for being the best school in the area.
» Posted By Bea On 05.08.2016 @ 8:26 am
Anything is possible, they said. Of course, it’s not true. Flying Pigs aren’t possible. Blue grass aren’t possible. Someone falling in love with me isn’t possible.
» Posted By Bea On 04.06.2016 @ 2:02 pm
You usually know immediately when someone is twisted. Their smile isn’t genuine, their eyes aren’t smiling along with their face; if anything, they have an evil glint in them. But sometimes this isn’t the case. Sometimes the people that you thought were just like yourself turn out to be the most twisted of them all, and it’s these people you have to watch out for the most. Not the creepy guy on the subway, but your own friends, maybe even your own family.
» Posted By Bea On 04.05.2016 @ 3:50 pm
The sound of glass breaking was deafening. Sharp shards came flying past me as I threw my body to the ground, crashing into the hard tile and shoving my head under my chest. The sudden explosions of bullets hitting the wall infront of me spit wood and paint everywhere, making the room seem like a tornado of debris was swirling above my head. I risked a glance to the side of me and the sight of my brother’s bloody back made my blood run cold. He had adopted the same position as I had the moment the bullets started flying, but had faired much worse than I. His shirt had been torn, his left shoulder looked out of place as he held his arm up and over his head, and strips of his skin had been taken off as easily as it would have been to peel a potato. The round of bullets stopped, but we dare not move. Everything seemed to freeze, even time. It hung there in the dusty sunlight hindering us from doing anything but curl up onto the floor. I was almost grateful for the thick, mahogany table that had broken most of the bullets’ journey. We probably wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for that thing. I made a mental note to send Ikea a thank you letter. After what seemed like a lifetime, I heard my brother finally shift, groaning in pain. This pushed me into action. I needed to get up, grab the documents lying strewn on the floor, and get my brother to a Safe House. I could hear people in the street below us beginning to panic, and felt a pang of guilt for the other inhabitants of the block of flats. They didn’t deserve this at all, and yet some of them had probably been hurt purely because we had decided to use this building as a base of operation. But I needed to push through this, as surely the owners of those guns would soon come to the flat to make sure we were dead like they wanted. My mind flashed back to what had transpired only a few minutes before and shook my aching head in disbelief, I couldn’t believe we survived that. Another groan broke my thoughts and I glanced sideways. Well, almost.
» Posted By Bea On 04.04.2016 @ 2:26 pm
When the lights flooded the studio, all I could do was stare in utter panic at the thousands of faces staring back at me expectantly. Come on, you can do this, I mentally prepared myself. Not only thousands of people were watching, but millions. My face was being broadcast over live tv to the nation and I suddenly couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Brilliant.
» Posted By Bea On 02.29.2016 @ 1:48 pm
The sweatdrop ran from his face, down his neck, to his chest as he wiped the back of his hand over his forehead. He’d been working for seven hours straight to get his project finished and yet he was no where near finished, all he could think of was that he had let that little girl down.
» Posted By Bea On 02.23.2016 @ 3:32 pm
you owned me
you did not ask to
but i wanted you too
and with you gone?
nobody owns me
I’m just another thing
somebody once owned
» Posted By bea On 10.01.2015 @ 2:28 am
The wheels of time, spinning, cycling, continuously moving forward as we approach our destination. Destination. Destiny. Fate. Our fate. Our end? Or does the cycle continue? Will we ever realize it? What if our journey cuts short? What if we’ve reached it? What happens then?
» Posted By Bea On 10.31.2014 @ 12:16 am
This girls “got game”. That means she hits up boys, sees them and trails up them with her eyes and down and away and is gone. All in a moment. There is a faster movement in and through and out of that club than the one usually made, and the clicking of heels on the street behind her is calculated. The entire night went tactic by tactic and she left alone, not having seen a single person who was looking for something to defeat, who was ready to play.
» Posted By Bèa On 06.01.2014 @ 9:40 pm
It was what she ate when She didn’t like herself. She didn’t want to feel physical pain, what is that? A transient thing. She didn’t want to bleed. What is that? Some homemade dye for her second favourite shirt. She wanted to feel her insides, feel them like she could feel her brain, all soured and puckered in discord.
» Posted By Bea On 11.02.2013 @ 4:39 pm
I flee from sight
hurt spreeing from my pores
I cannot run quite fast enough
I wonder when this chase with stop
my heart pounds in my chest
Trying to burst free from the confines of my rib cage
Which holds it in place as a cage a bird
» Posted By bea On 10.21.2013 @ 12:59 pm
» Posted By Bea On 09.21.2013 @ 2:40 pm
My feet were soaking wet, probably should have worn something besides sneakers. No time though. It was a grab-and-go situation. The urgency of it all was overwhelming to me. He was running ahead, looking back, slowing just enough for me to almost catch up. Stupid bluegrass was so tall, wrapping around my ankles and slowing me down.
He was laughing, but not at me. We were both laughing because we knew what was finally going to happen when we got to the edge of that field. Months of sexual tension and flirtation was about to disappear when we surrendered to the temptation.
» Posted By Bea On 09.07.2013 @ 5:54 pm
My senses fled me as I started to roll down the hill. I was running down in those shoes that are just plastic and toe holes, they’re supposed to support your arch and make it muscular. It’s good to be muscular in the places most people forget contain muscle, like in your fingers and in your arches. It’ll probably help you in minute ways for one on one combat; All the muscles in your body come together against whoever your foe is and if they have less muscles that places you on higher ground. But higher ground is what felled me because despite the magic they work on arches those shoes have no damn grip and like me the hill had gathered up strength in places I didn’t bother to look. I was so concentrated on running like a runner would in my runner shoes that my mother who used to run marathons liked that I didn’t notice the cluster of little stones all piled up together to make something stronger than me in the end, so now I’m tumbling and I got to say my arches are practically pearly as my feet clench up and I catch sporadic glimpses of the gravel and grass and sky.
» Posted By Bèa On 07.30.2013 @ 6:46 pm
that things between your legs. Anybodys, any body, boy, girl, imp left lonely. The stretch, up and out of sheet sleep and coming into it all again. Feet stretching away, muscles and tendons wanting to shake loose for a moment and unfurl from being muscles and tendons and just be meat. Eyes open on the inhale breast expanding and imploding from the chain reaction, big bang, and the crunch will come too.
» Posted By Bèa On 07.28.2013 @ 12:03 pm
She sits down in the sun. Legs tucked under and top undone.
sweat sticks her down and down into her skin, doubling over and under her knees so she won’t ever get up again. She is grass on her thighs and ants running up her legs and her thinking that one might just climb up her vagina because it’s a really precarious hole, but either way she’s here now and at that pinned down point in time these are her thoughts and she’s not going nowhere because she’s already there
» Posted By Bea On 07.26.2013 @ 7:10 pm
The plane you swiftly swoon to
Breeze in your face
Petals rustle pink and
» Posted By Bea On 05.17.2013 @ 7:48 pm
enemies are annoying. they cause problems. outside and within. they make people feel low. they cause problems. i already said that but it’s true. seriously. my advice for anyone dealing with enemies is to ignore them. unless they threaten you. then call the cops. right now. don’t hesitate.
» Posted By Bea On 04.29.2013 @ 6:08 pm
Pretty pretentious. I secretly think that the coffee in those little movie cafes in Paris probably taste just as bad as the local Dunkins
» Posted By Bea On 04.22.2013 @ 8:49 pm
Pretty pretentious. I secretly think that the coffee in the little cafes in Paris probably taste just as bad as the local Dunkin
» Posted By Bea On 04.22.2013 @ 8:35 pm
The terrain was crazy and i had no clue where I was going just that I needed to get somewhere soon or things were going to happen. Please help me its coming… Help please, PLEASE HELP!!!
» Posted By Bea On 03.09.2013 @ 7:56 pm
» Posted By Bea On 02.22.2013 @ 6:21 am
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My eyes were unfocussed when the “one word” appeared and I thought it was “falling” but realized that was not right. Then, still with no focus, I thought it must say “failing”, and I had some things to write about that word. Much to my dismay, it is in reality, “flailing”, and I have nothing to say about that.
» Posted By Bea On 02.18.2013 @ 10:45 pm