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The dishwasher emitted a loud screeching sound. He raced across the room, opening the door. There was nothing, only a strange stillness that not even the wintry weather or the humdrum of the holiday could explain. Resigned to his insanity, he let the handle slip from his fingers, and listened to the bolts screech as the dishwasher door swung toward the floor.
» Posted By Brit On 01.09.2019 @ 4:52 am
Unanswered questions are the worst. You want to ask more but you don’t know if the person is going to be annoyed with you. What about the questions that are too hard to ask like ‘Am I good enough’ or ‘Why do you not want me’. The unanswered questions are the most difficult ones.
» Posted By Brit On 09.16.2016 @ 10:12 am
Looking around me, feeling suffocated. My entire body is set to run. People, lots of peoples surround me. Standing on my tiptoes , peering out over the mass of bodies searching from hazelnut brown. They keep crowding around me, pushing me either and further against the wall.
» Posted By brit On 06.16.2014 @ 12:20 pm
a knock came
it was gone
in the matter of seconds
it came again
no one will answer
dont you know I want to be left to myself
in this peace and quiet?
and stop knocking
» Posted By brit On 02.27.2013 @ 8:24 pm
I don’t have a husband right now, but I am planning to have one in the future. Particularly the man I love, Jim. He’s the only man I can think of spending the rest of my life with. He makes me happy in all the ways that matter. And I know he would make a great husband and father.
» Posted By brit On 02.04.2013 @ 1:44 pm
now i need to get on with life. i need to love everyone and stop with the negativity. now. now is the only time now. now is the best time of day. i love now. just be in the now (punny) yeah. think about now.
» Posted By brit On 12.26.2012 @ 10:29 pm
I was raised on a farm in Montana. It was freezing, and animals hated me. I’ll never forget the first time i was bitten by the cat, that little bastard. He was a black cat I called Thomas.
» Posted By brit On 10.18.2012 @ 4:59 pm
are there for the taking. valuable, everysingleone. created by the most high, for his glory alone. we were made for love, not mysterious enigmas, it shouls be so simple, so easy.
» Posted By brit On 09.22.2012 @ 10:44 pm
I had a doorknob once and it was old and brass and worn. The paint had rubbed off where hands held it, turned it. Abused it. Sometimes I would have prefered a knocker. No doorknob on the outside.
» Posted By Brit On 07.13.2012 @ 8:44 pm
I don’t know what modem means so I don’t know what to write. This is weird and I have no clue what the heck I’m doing. I think modem is something to do with technology. -___- uh this is a strange thing to write about in 60 seconds or whatever
» Posted By Brit On 07.04.2012 @ 1:54 pm
Life is a railroad.
All the ups and downs
All the curves and straight shots
The new life
Life is a railroad.
» Posted By Brit On 07.04.2012 @ 9:20 am
The children looked at the sidewalk, the cracks in it. “We could have fun here”, one said. They began to pick at the cracks, nails scratching, fingers bleeding. They stayed there until they felt they had finished their destruction, smiling at the flower they made in the sidewalk.
» Posted By Brit On 08.26.2011 @ 6:42 pm
A needle, a thread, a tiny shape that’s red, don’t think, don’t see just sit down on your knees. A thread is like bread, you only want it when something needs said. Thread, bread, red.
» Posted By Brit On 08.15.2011 @ 2:33 pm
As we wandered aimlessly down the street, we passed a building made entirely of a splotchy, red and white brick. It was old, abandoned, and had a mix of creepiness and delight in it. I slowly entered the building, with him, never looking back.
» Posted By Brit On 08.08.2011 @ 10:20 pm
And yet again I coke up this morning to a whole lot of chores to do. I really need to move to my own apartment.
» Posted By Brit On 07.09.2011 @ 5:34 am
i love to smile. smiling is the best. i wish everyone in the world had a reason to smile at least once a day. a smile makes you beautiful. SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D i found this website through ernie halter! his music makes me smile!
» Posted By brit On 06.16.2011 @ 3:29 pm
When I die my funeral is going to be a big party. Everyone will wear their favourite going out clothes and there will be a good band to play music.
No one will say sad speeches or do anything official. Everyone will just dance and have fun. I don’t want people to cry or feel sad or anything.
» Posted By brit On 06.12.2011 @ 2:25 am
my dad’s birthday.
my best friend’s middle name.
my dentist appointment.
the combination on my middle school locker.
» Posted By Brit On 06.07.2011 @ 7:52 pm
The chorus rises and swells as the audience sits in silence, some in awe, some in sleep. The young eyes see the world through a golden microscope and the world seems good to them. In their minds, their voices carry. In their minds, people listen.
» Posted By brit On 04.29.2011 @ 12:54 pm
there was a woman who lived in a trailer park. one night she got drunk off of twisted tea and decided that she was hungry for some Rosa’s cheesy bread, so she ordered a half sausage and half hawaiian pizza which she devoured in 30 seconds.
» Posted By Brit On 04.28.2011 @ 2:44 am
There are times when the sky is so expansive that dreams seem out of reach, but then you get a taste of golden sunshine and things just seem to fall into place. I see things in the sunlight that I do not when my mind is unfocused. Life has a tendency of belittling what we deem unimportant. Where is the love?
» Posted By Brit On 04.16.2011 @ 8:49 pm
The word that defines me, This can be either good or bad, In the light of the lamp in the sitting room, I write this. See the thing is, I don’t have a sitting room.
» Posted By Brit On 04.15.2011 @ 9:23 am
there was a bookshelf in the corner of my childhood home. There was a bookshelf and I remember it held so much. There was a bookshelf that I cared for when I was a child. There was a bookshelf which sat and watched what happened in that room. That lone room. That lone bookshelf. Which held many things. Which was a good book shelf
» Posted By Brit On 04.11.2011 @ 8:13 pm
There’s a bookshelf like I’ve never seen on the walls of someone else’s house. It spells out the words “read” and each letter is its own shelf. Books curve sideways to make up the letters. If I pull out just one book the rest above slide down and continue the pattern, live up to their fates, begin the cycle all over again and I shyly put the book back on top where it can make new friends and rekindle lost relationships.
» Posted By brit On 04.11.2011 @ 4:57 pm
All I ever want in the summer is a glass of lemonade. Tall, with the sweat on the outside of the pitcher and the lemons sliced, floating, like you’d see in Southern magazine photographs. Yellow like the sun, golden like the color of my youth. Swim in the creek, catch crayfish and chase birds all day, and come home to a mother bringing out freshly made lemonade. When you feel that unwavering August thirst there’s no better joy than that.
» Posted By brit On 04.10.2011 @ 3:17 pm
i am beautiful. wanted. loved. criminals are also wanted. Passion makes me think of being wanted….makes me think of matt. Wanted serial killers are.
» Posted By brit On 03.18.2011 @ 6:22 pm
i found a needle in a haystack. thats all that i can think of. i dont know why i cant think of anything more. come to think of thinking about it, ive never ever used a needle. never sewn. ever. i better learn. all those simple things are gone. no one sews anymore. no one builds their own houses. no one just lies in the grass.
» Posted By brit On 02.12.2011 @ 3:24 am
wake up in the mornin feelin like
which isn’t allowed at all
I love my parents
but I love coffee more
i wish there was a world where everyone drank
i hear there are places like this
oh how I wish to go there
But the problem is they don’t shower
which is truly too bad
I love the scent of flowers
but mostly lit lamps.
» Posted By Brit On 01.12.2011 @ 6:02 pm
red satin sheets sit looking wrinkled.. who knows what just happened, but whatever did, no one’s there to make that bed.
» Posted By Brit On 12.14.2010 @ 12:41 pm
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Habit. Usual behaviour. Things that you become accustomed to.
» Posted By Brit On 11.22.2010 @ 9:49 am