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The process. River flowing. Easy does it, but hammers fall and nails break. Relax, take a step back, plan. Moving, swimming, running yet no quitting.

» Posted By Betsy On 08.26.2019 @ 3:55 pm


The caterpillar got a bullhorn and yelled to all the other caterpillars, “LET’S GET ‘EM, GIRLS!” The caterpillars descended on the trees, and within seconds, the leaves were reduced to teeth marks. The evil trees shrunk into smaller versions of themselves, alone and withered in the forest. Nothing was left but the sound of satisfied caterpillar burps.

» Posted By betsy On 07.18.2017 @ 6:07 am


This word makes me think of egyptians. They built pyramids, but only the richest of the rich. They thought that your soul needed a place to live in the after life. I don’t like that idea, because if you were a servant in real life, you would be a servant in the afterlife. I bet the poor people didn’t really like this idea, but they didn’t have a choice.

» Posted By betsy On 07.17.2017 @ 6:07 am


I don’t like hiking. I like being outside but really don’t enjoy nature trails unless I’m running them. I enjoy nature but hiking is too slow, I get bored and need a goal in mind. A waterfall is not enough. I also don’t having to wear heavy hiking boots – I like to be free.

» Posted By Betsy On 06.06.2016 @ 5:26 pm


it has been called an idiot box and a baby sitter and I still marvel that with over 80 channels, there is nothing to watch. My mother used it, when she was still at her home and living alone, as noise in the background. She told me that it made her think that there was someone in the house with her. And for that I am grateful.

» Posted By betsy On 11.22.2013 @ 7:34 am


In the early part of the 20th century there were many looking for the next big oil field – what is known today as the Middle East. But something blocked their way, something called World War I.

» Posted By betsy On 11.11.2013 @ 6:10 am


Pieces of tattered photos laid across the floor, they were the jig jaw pieces of emotions from times gone by. A smile in that corner, where he gently wrapped his arm around her for the first time on that warm and fair July the Fourth, Always simply a light hearted fellow and never really taking most things seriously before jumping recklessly into the fray head first, it was clear to her that he would irrevocably be woven into the collage of her past year.

» Posted By Betsy On 06.05.2013 @ 11:56 am


The end to an end, it doesn’t always come up clear as the blue sky as people would love to envision it. Sometimes the beginnings of great stories often weave into the corners of final chapters of endings.

» Posted By Betsy On 06.04.2013 @ 12:24 pm


The story she fabricated was full of bright words used perfectly. The way she writes makes you feel filled with hope that this life is worth living. The encouragement she gives is unending.

» Posted By betsy On 04.02.2013 @ 7:55 am


Teeming, sluggish, filled with the stenching, heady breath of life, with nowhere to go but up.

» Posted By Betsy On 03.18.2013 @ 12:04 am


In life, people wake up in the morning with no real sense of purpose usually, if anything, they embrace the spontaneity of each moment that awaits them around the corner. Young folks soon learn that although they may be the director of their own lives, not each take or moment of their cinematic story is completely in their youthful hands.

» Posted By Betsy On 03.12.2013 @ 5:04 pm


The water flows across his body as the waves crash on the shore. He allows the ocean to sway him as it pleases. This is his approach to life: go where ever you are taken.

» Posted By Betsy On 01.27.2013 @ 6:44 pm


We never know when we enter the day that is unlike any other in our life time. The one that will define us from that point on, in the lightest and in the darkest hours of.our days, We as a species long for human interaction yet at the same time we strive for complete solitude when the need arises. When we least expect it, we’re going to run into that rare somebody.

» Posted By Betsy On 11.12.2012 @ 10:25 pm


There was a time when problems were a mere crack in the sidewalk. Now they are a canyon, and I am on the edge. Once, I was carefree and full of life, but I have grown cynical and cold. Once I had hope, but that was before…

» Posted By Betsy On 09.24.2012 @ 7:41 pm


My brother was biteen by his cAT REALLY BAD LAST MONTHIt has only gotten worse after 2 surgeriesit s healibng and he thinks that thwe cat will be hios friend if he wrestltes it again and shows the cat hes nice!!!Just how big and puffy iot gaot!@ he even needs iv antibiotics daily for a month! it is all cus of a puncture wound IN HIS TENDON form tha cat

» Posted By Betsy On 08.06.2012 @ 6:27 pm


Every story has a setting. It explains where the story takes place, and often gives a certain mood to the story. You can learn a lot about the main character from how they act in their environment and what they know because of where they are from. Setting is where the action starts, takes place, and finishes.

» Posted By betsy On 10.06.2011 @ 6:02 pm


Port Authority, September 11. Airports, not quite what they used to be.

» Posted By Betsy On 09.23.2011 @ 1:17 am


bobbin threaded and hands moving. I remember when I learned what a bobbin was, how I loved the word (bob bob bobbin along, sewing away, making something new, something old repaired or made new) and when I learned to sew… the thread that machine and to take it apart, to put it back together and make it work. I made clothes and quilts and books and purses and they all reminded me of my grandmother, who rocked.

» Posted By Betsy On 08.15.2011 @ 12:46 pm


The Brick knew it was a brick. It didn’t care that it was ignored by
Most of the other building materials. Stone was cold and wood was stuck up. Brick only cared about his fellow bricks.

» Posted By Betsy On 08.09.2011 @ 9:12 am

The brick house I used to live in was old. Musky. I would walk along the long walls, seeking comfort in the tall bookshelves, stacked with old memories. I will go back to that brick house one day, and seek comfort in the same books I read as a child.

» Posted By Betsy On 08.09.2011 @ 12:41 am


ocean, mist and working out. I think of love and the sea and following childhood sister and friends down to the peir in florida . I think of thunder storms and cobble stones soaked in raindrops. I think of being in the desert dizzy and waiting by the car for my grandmother to come back from the restroom.

» Posted By Betsy On 04.10.2011 @ 11:43 pm


She walked into the room of the executive office. Calm, cool, collected. The bartender, while casually slipping her his number on a dirty napkin,

» Posted By Betsy On 03.29.2011 @ 6:36 pm


As I wander through the woods a clear sky appear and I am suddenly aware of how gorgeous a place this universe I inhabit is. Why was I never sure of this before? Perhaps it takes a solitary moment in time to appreciate the world around you.

» Posted By Betsy On 03.15.2011 @ 7:51 am


We had lost it. The sparks flew off the end of the wire. Nothing had gone right today and now this was happening. “Get out” some yelled as I stared at the sparking wire.

» Posted By Betsy On 03.04.2011 @ 6:33 pm


My father looked at the wall and then at the plug in his hand. The three pronged cord would never fit into and of the simple, two pronged outlets in our home. “So now what?” he asked.

» Posted By Betsy On 02.21.2011 @ 6:00 pm


The four of us walked through the large halls of the chapel. It was strange with only the for of us walking. We followed David the great Sage through the halls.

» Posted By Betsy On 02.20.2011 @ 3:20 pm


music. anna. career that is most strived to get. not many can.

» Posted By betsy On 02.13.2011 @ 5:59 pm


We sat around the furnace, wallowing in its heat. It was too cold outside to be anywhere else, other than around the warmth. I peered out the window and watched the snow fall in its swirling flakes.

» Posted By Betsy On 01.23.2011 @ 11:28 am


near or far there is always a bear waiting for it’s best day ever. I never want that bear’s best day.

» Posted By Betsy On 07.30.2010 @ 11:08 am


Elements are like fire, wind, ice, and earth. there is also the Element brand which I really like. It is mainly for skaters, which a lot of my friends are. I guess you could call me kindof like a skater girl. My ex boyfriend skates. I hate him.

» Posted By betsy On 07.17.2010 @ 1:28 am

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