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My eyes were fixed on that vase on the blue shelf. Nothing else mattered in the room. I knew my gun was in there, and I would do anything to get it. Fixed like the lottery, my eyes wouldn’t budge. I didn’t want tea or anything else offered with her southern hospitality. I wanted my gun. I wanted it now.

» Posted By Brielle On 03.21.2012 @ 6:08 pm


For the duration of the time, I was thinking of ways to get myself the hell out of there, when really, I should of thought of enduring the task at hand. I got myself into this one, and now I need to get myself out. Nothing else mattered. Not even that baby girl at home crying for me, or even Jack.

» Posted By Brielle On 03.14.2012 @ 6:46 pm


Professional? Who the hell chose the word professional? That is the most boring word of them all. A bunch of professionals lined up in cubicles in their neatly ironed black or navy suits. No fun. The word should be life changers.

» Posted By Brielle On 03.05.2012 @ 8:08 pm


This town is where I belong. Where I grew up. Its small and green and has the quaintest ice cream shoppe on the corner of Mulberry. How much I hate this town. I wish I was something else, someone else, somewhere else. Everything is dry and I want to move to New York. Forever in this town, where I belong. That’s such a shame that this is all I know. People get out of their towns? Why not me? The wheelchair is bounding me. The bandages are bonding, like chains to the link fence on Mack Ave.

» Posted By Brielle On 03.04.2012 @ 11:17 am


I could hear the voices screaming, begging to be free. Each time something crunched, silencing their pleas, as of they had never been there, already forgotten. They had no power, their bodies paralyzed, unable to protect themselves.

Looking down again, I shook my head, as if it could remove the abstract thoughts from my head. “C’mon,” she said. “Stop playing with the leaves.” I smiled, then nodded before responding with a simple word: “Alright.”

» Posted By Brielle On 01.13.2012 @ 11:29 am


Something fluttered just above, a white spot growing and expanding as it approached. The wind tossed it, a short gust throwing it to the side, but it quickly regained itself: the small wings slowing as it levitated for a short moment, then slowly landing on the small flowered plant in the center of a small pond.

» Posted By Brielle On 01.08.2012 @ 12:43 pm

Some fluttered just above, a white spot growing and expanding as it approached. The wind tossed it, a short gust throwing it to the side, but it quickly regained itself: the small wings slowing as it levitated for a short moment, then slowly landing on the small flowered plant in the center of a small pond.

» Posted By Brielle On 01.08.2012 @ 12:41 pm


I could see the colors mixing, turning from a vibrat mix of colors to something duller, more realilistic. It soon painted the canvas, turning the white into a scene of red, small, precise, golden dots dancing. Soon a shape took place from them, the figure familiar.

It was her.

» Posted By Brielle On 01.07.2012 @ 11:25 am


All of a sudden I was sinking in a thorn bush. Feelings all around me, they rushed through me like waves at sea. I didn’t know what was going on but I felt the weight of the world around me, and the sinking feeling in my chest.

» Posted By Brielle On 01.04.2012 @ 5:34 pm


The sky was dark; her eyes bright. They followed the silhouettes that circled us without leaving my eyes – aware of everything around her. “Cheers,” she said, raising the glasses filled with a light liquid. “For surviving this life.”

» Posted By Brielle On 01.02.2012 @ 1:14 pm


There was something there, hiding in the shadows and feasting on the souls that seekes shelter from the wind. It blew them in circles, higher and higher until the colors of reds and purples matched the only black, never allowing them to cross to the next body they wished to inhabit.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.30.2011 @ 11:18 am


I ran. His eyes followed me, watching as my lithe body bent and turned to avoid the blows from the bushes around us. They would grab at me, their thin nails grasping at my clothing and flesh, trying to keep me from escaping the cruel world. Small, precise red dots covered my skin, growing until they merged together and left a warm substance covering my arm, as if it’s weight was weighing it down. Run, the voices mocked, run.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.22.2011 @ 12:33 pm


Everything rushed in, brushing past me in the chance of an escape. They could be free now, able to twist their ways out of my mind and into the comfort of peope’s attention, crawling from the darkest shadows to find the brightest eyes and reveal themselves to them. I felt lighter, easier, and more comfortable, my body lighter; free.

I was free.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.21.2011 @ 7:07 pm

Tears flooded my eyes and your face became blurred. All i saw was your outline as you walked away, and all i felt was the weight in my chest as i fell to the floor, sobbing. You will never know what you do to me.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.21.2011 @ 12:52 pm


There was something following me, waiting until I made a mistakes; letting my guard down. I couldn’t see them, the only light casted from the moon that reflected off the broken glass and waves.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.17.2011 @ 11:56 am


The painting was almost finished; scornful green eyes watching as you walked by, following but never judging. They looked familiar, distantly but mockingly, as if they were begging to be finished – to be recognized as my own.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.14.2011 @ 10:52 am


“Just come with me,” he said. He told me He would be with me, everything would be alright. I just swallowed my fear and took his hand. We snuck into the pool, hoping not to set off the alarm. From the opposite side I watched him strip to his boxers, and I did the same. And he smiled a smile that warmed my body and made my knees shake. And in the light of the room in the darkness of the night, we jumped.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.08.2011 @ 4:04 pm


She had platinum eyes that shined like beach sand when the sea reaches the shore. She had eyes that made your knees shake. She had a heart that made the world seem sort of okay. But she was emotionally damaged like you wouldn’t believe.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.07.2011 @ 11:02 pm

i like planets. i like the idea that there is some far away place that i have never been to. i like the idea that i will never get to visit most of these planets. i mean, i like the wonder i suppose.

» Posted By Brielle On 12.07.2011 @ 10:59 pm


Here is your beginning. Right now. Not tomorrow, not next week. That was then. Stop looking back. It’s not coming back and you need to accept that. The past isn’t doing you any favors.

» Posted By Brielle On 11.11.2011 @ 11:59 am


Autumn is lovely. Autumn is endless cups of tea warming up your whole body. Autumn is sweaters and messy hair. Autumn is fuzzy socks, midday naps bundled up in blankets, and love. Autumn is walking through crunchy leaves and listening to the rain.

» Posted By Brielle On 11.08.2011 @ 6:29 am


something intertwined, usually hair, rope, something threadlike. a braid is a neat way to hold something together. a braid looks pretty in long hair. you can have more than one braid. takes three strings/threads.

» Posted By brielle On 07.01.2011 @ 6:50 pm


The shape,
The design,
The pattern,

» Posted By Brielle On 03.17.2011 @ 4:43 am


Ah, few. As in not many. Does it mean denial of what is rightfully yours? Or is it a choice to live simply? To live like no one else does? To love what you have rather that what you want.

» Posted By Brielle On 05.28.2008 @ 10:44 am


Mike how could you do so much to hurt so many people some times I wonder if you really love us cuz you hurt us SOO much we love you and I know right now you think you’ll change but havn’t you always said this but then you get out and you suck again please if you love me and your family and friends you won’t do this to us anymore we care can’t you see? I don’t think you do. Maybe one day you will or maybe this time will be different but I’m not keeping my hopes up for ya or I’ll get hurt again. I still can’t wait to see you when you get out in december

» Posted By Brielle On 09.30.2009 @ 7:48 pm

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