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footsteps

Her hooves beat against the firm dirt of the trail, a rhythmic sound, almost meditative.

» Posted By Brenna On 03.15.2017 @ 11:29 am

ingredients

I stare at the counter, taking in all of the things in front of me. Particularly, the eggs pop out; the last time I cracked one of these, I got so much eggshell into the batter that I had to scrap the entire batch and do it over again. My sister wasn’t happy, to say the least. It’s okay, though, this time I have more ambitious hopes for her birthday cake.

» Posted By Brenna On 03.14.2017 @ 3:52 pm

selfie

Self in the place of other. Other in place of self. Outward self. Inward self misrepresented as outward self. Selfless. Self.

» Posted By Brenna On 12.29.2016 @ 10:03 am

rested

I felt the pillow beneath my neck, heated from my body and just about ready to be turned over to the cool side. There’s something about the sunlight filtering through the curtains that’s soothing on mornings like this, reminding me that the world keeps turning every day.

» Posted By Brenna On 11.08.2016 @ 9:15 am

bully

Song that I like with the phrase “Hurt people hurt people” is Skizzy Mars – Lucy

» Posted By brenna On 12.30.2015 @ 1:15 am

i am a bully to myself. sometimes i am a bully to others, but only because i am a bully to myself first.

» Posted By brenna On 12.30.2015 @ 1:08 am

outlet

My outlets. my things in which I figure out what else to do with my life. creative outlets include writing, music, and general existing. Sometimes I’ll jsut lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling. that’s enough of an outlet for me. I love this website and I have a feeling it’s going to become one of my best outlets in my life. Time’s almost up. I’m out.

» Posted By Brenna On 04.14.2015 @ 4:27 pm

steady

She watched who she thought was the love of her life. He was laying on her lap, unaware of what was going on. He slept with four of her friends, and killed her best friend. Normally it would be immortal to murder, but she thought it was fit since justice wouldn’t be served. She held the knife steady to make a good, clean cut. Her breath caught as she slit his throat not once, but three times. “Goodbye, my love,” she whispered as the life drained from his body.

» Posted By Brenna On 06.30.2013 @ 10:39 pm

pixels

i could try to count them, but my fingers are way too big.
maybe if i adapted to that… i’d know it was my purpose.
i figure that’s how you know what you’re here for;
the make-up of your body.

» Posted By Brenna On 06.14.2013 @ 11:28 pm

neon

it’s the color you find in the summer, on girls who spend the day in the sun without worries about their insecurities. It’s the color of a party, with wild dancers showing their primal sides. It’s the color of life.

» Posted By Brenna On 05.29.2013 @ 1:16 pm

rocker

He was off his rocker. The old man had to only be in his late fifties, but he was as off as someone on their death bed. It seemed to me that he had lost his sense of smell, his hearing, and his speech was scrambled and barely understandable.

» Posted By Brenna On 05.16.2013 @ 9:08 am

shoulder

DEAN:
I shoved my shoulder into the door for what seemed like the millionth time. It was growing weak from my restless attempts to break through the barrier keeping me from my brother. I was determined to break through, though. Sam was at risk of getting attacked by whatever demon had trapped me. Could be anything from a ghost to a vampire. Of course, Sam had to wander off and get lost in this god damn house, if you could even call the run down thing that. The point is, I had no other choice than to keep battering the door until it gave out. Which, with my luck, could be a while.
I frantically searched the room around me for anything I could use. An axe, a gun, a dictionary, ANYTHING. The room was dimly lit, with only a flickering candle in the corner. I didn’t even want to think about how it got there. The walls stretched about ten feet in each direction – a bit cramped. There was a small bed, like the ones you’d see at Alcatraz or something. Creepy. But then agian, creepy is my job.
Something caught my eye as I dragged the beam of my flashlight across the floor. Quickly, I walked over to the metal rod sticking out of the floor. Weird. Shrugging off the odd placement of the object, I struggled to pick it up off the floor, and carried it to the large door at the end of the room. Taking a deep breath, I brought it to my shoulders and began to charge towards the door…

SAM:
…Right as I stuck the key into the door, something shoved me out of the way and onto the floor.

» Posted By Brenna On 05.15.2013 @ 9:50 am

auburn

Her hair was a deep shade of red, kind of like the way the leaves looked in the autumn. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, and seemed to be filled with warmth and a sense of home and family. Something about her drew me to her. I think it was her hair.

» Posted By Brenna On 05.13.2013 @ 9:12 am

soap

I am afraid he will slip out of my hands like a bar of soap does. Most times it feels like we are solid, and that nothing will change. But I get scared. People come and go so easily, flickering in and out of your life, and I don’t want that for us. I want to be the consistency for him that everyone deserves.

» Posted By brenna On 05.09.2013 @ 2:30 pm

simplify

i think that i need to simplify things. everything feels so complicated and i let myself feel so trapped you know? but really if i think about what matters to me there are few things. i shouldn’t be so afraid all the time. i shouldn’t be so attached to material things. my future kids won’t want the toys i played with as a kid. they won’t want to see these things. and i can’t hold on to them. people dont want coloring pages and i shouldn’t hold on to things that make me unhappy. if i look at things more simply then maybe i’d be happy.

» Posted By brenna On 05.08.2013 @ 4:30 pm

bagel

bagels are round and soft and once i was eating a semi stale bagel and it broke my retainer and i cried because i thought my mom would be angry but she didnt blame me she blamed the bagel. but i dont blame the bagel. i dont know who i blame.

» Posted By brenna On 04.03.2013 @ 11:31 pm

weathered

the little boy saw all his hopes and dreams be weathered away like the earth getting rid of the old and making room for the new.

» Posted By brenna On 02.20.2013 @ 3:47 pm

systems

The pipes crisscrossed across the low ceiling, while the water from them drip dripped out.

» Posted By brenna On 02.01.2013 @ 5:52 pm

presented

The other day in communications class, i presented a speech about my old swim team. It was like 3 weeks late and it sucked. Had to do it to pass the class lol oopps I’m quite the slacker.

» Posted By Brenna On 12.10.2012 @ 3:27 pm

ground

On Friday the ground shock and shock and i finely fall on the ground and broke my cooler bone and snapped my arm.

» Posted By brenna On 11.05.2012 @ 9:02 pm

upper

Is the upper window unattainable? Is it illusory, or reality? Is it blinding, or does it allow for sight?

» Posted By Brenna On 10.14.2012 @ 4:16 pm

dehydrated

Dehydration. The reason I could never be in sports. That and my unbelievable lack of athletic ability. Sure, it made me unpopular, but at least I wasn’t the one sweating.

» Posted By Brenna On 08.31.2012 @ 2:26 pm

manners

manners are important because if you dont have them you make yourself look like an ignorant dick. do you want people to think you’re an ignorant dick? uhm and you need to show respect…but only to people who deserve it. manners are good. they’re attractive. i like manners.

» Posted By brenna On 08.09.2012 @ 7:45 pm

puncture

when I think about puncture I think about needles. why? because I hate them. they are vile gross nasty things that puncture the surface of my skin to try to help me with stuff. but honestly, do they REALLY?

» Posted By Brenna On 08.06.2012 @ 9:38 pm

framework

Old, brown and dusty. It was sitting at the bottom of a creeky set of stairs in the basement of my workplace, Arts. I was instantly drawn to the picture of the girl, no more than 16, holding a sweet baby boy. Its intricate hand carved lines were beautiful and I ran my fingers lightly over the edge of it

» Posted By Brenna On 06.17.2012 @ 8:40 pm

nest

beneath that nest of hair, i knew there was a heart. She may not act like she has one because she knows what it’s like to have it shattered. But I know I can put it back together. And that was my mission. She became my muse in just that first glance of her sitting alone at the bar, obviously underaged, with her black thigh high boots. I knew she was my muse.

» Posted By Brenna On 06.09.2012 @ 5:55 pm

treaty

White flag? honestly, I hate feeling this way. I’ll surrender and i won’t care what people say about it. As long as this all stops. I can’t stand being on your bad side anymore. I just want things to be the way they used to be. Before I had scars. Before I knew what blood really looked like.

» Posted By Brenna On 06.05.2012 @ 11:41 pm

hood

theives and contemporary weirdos. Steal from the rich give to the poor. Im in the hood with a pund of the good.

» Posted By Brenna On 04.04.2012 @ 1:01 pm

attendant

someone who attends. they ummm help people. ummm attend to someone or something. they assist

» Posted By Brenna On 04.02.2012 @ 1:04 pm

temper

bumbling around in a room full of broken glass where everything bothers you and there’s nowhere to turn, no doors that don’t lead to other rooms filled with broken glass… no people who don’t have pieces of glass stuck to them to cut you if you try to touch them.

» Posted By Brenna On 03.25.2012 @ 2:48 pm

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