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The editor handed back my article. Mediorce, is the word that came out of his mouth. I look in dismay at what i had wrtten the past week. I put my heart and soul into this, and I thought I had finally come away with something profound and good. I was wrong.
» Posted By Cam On 10.09.2017 @ 8:52 pm
She picked up the club sandwich and proceeded to walk to the lunch table, the eyes of the entire cafeteria burned into the back of her head.
» Posted By Cam On 02.15.2016 @ 4:53 am
open you eyes. gaze upon. slowly breathing. eyes darting form here to there. blink once. pause. wait dont stare.
» Posted By Cam On 11.03.2015 @ 5:52 am
on your feet. dont crumble. resist the urge to give in. its the best thing to do. speak out. be your true self. use your voice. raise up.
» Posted By Cam On 10.28.2015 @ 1:07 pm
combination of things that create something. the answer to what you are searching for. The Ah ha! The key, the recipe
» Posted By Cam On 10.09.2015 @ 7:54 am
allowing the tenacity of your goal to overpower sheer human strength. amazing. almost sexy. raw strength. the energy to push for the long term.
» Posted By Cam On 10.07.2015 @ 12:10 pm
Thirst… What one feels when one lacks water in their body. If it isn’t quenched, one could die. Unfortunately, we are polluting our most valuable resource. All for the almighty oil, for transportation, for the almighty dollar. There are places in the world where people have a hard time getting rid of their thirst. Their water is toxic because of chemicals. Death by thirst or by poison, that’s their daily dilemma.
» Posted By Cam On 10.24.2014 @ 10:39 pm
ate this fucking massive burger earlier and it reminded me how fat i am and why i lost her over some fucking food. fuck.
» Posted By cam On 05.02.2014 @ 4:28 pm
active run! zip faster than light running through the moon i cant even see im so fast run through my hair run through you knees inm so god damn active ive lost it damn where my keys
» Posted By cam On 03.19.2014 @ 3:57 pm
I smack you, and then run. You chase me around. Young and free, recklessly innocent love. It is recess, and I get to see my love.
» Posted By Cam On 02.15.2014 @ 5:51 pm
High in the skies, to pass the time. Gazing at stars in the by and by. Gateway to heaven.
» Posted By Cam On 02.06.2014 @ 12:03 am
messy faces messy places
nasty dirty life
the consequences of not respecting
the boundaries set in place
» Posted By Cam On 02.04.2014 @ 4:24 am
Hey Flo, I love those commercials lol. I would like to think I am a progressive individual. When I think of progress, I think of the picture you take to timeline your workout journey. I think of getting better, but not just physically. I hope that I am indeed, progressive. I hope that I am growing.
» Posted By Cam On 02.03.2014 @ 8:57 am
His eyes shift left, right, left again before settling on his feet. There’s a terse silence in the air, and he knows the secret is out. It’s quiet in the hotel room before his companion opens his mouth.
The word stings more than any bruise and scrape he’s gotten in his entire lifetime.
» Posted By cam On 10.29.2013 @ 7:56 pm
routines are something that i find relaxing. if i don’t have a routine, i don’t know what i’m doing. routines are rules that help guide what i do.
» Posted By cam On 10.26.2013 @ 1:10 pm
It’s a tiny nuisance, this thought. It makes it hard to focus, a flea bite that he can’t itch, can’t reach. Sitting in the middle of the hotel room, he’s left to the tiny flea-sized fears that bite and gnaw at his mind.
» Posted By cam On 10.22.2013 @ 10:37 pm
The dog scratched at the flea bite, he did so all day long. After a while he became so accustomed to scratching at the bite that he became addicted and he scratched his leg until until it bled.
» Posted By Cam On 10.22.2013 @ 11:32 am
His bags are heavy on his back, the weight a constant reminder that he needed to run. Flee and never return to that hellhole. Breathless he stops to catch it, and a hand falls on his shoulder, another weight—this time comforting, easy-going and safe. He grips the other’s hand and smiles, soft and easy.
» Posted By cam On 10.21.2013 @ 9:45 pm
there were trees in the forest. trees like pines and evergreens that just made me want to breath. breath like i never had before. i just wanted to inhale and exhale as if all that mattered depended on those breaths that i made. the trees made me feel at home.
» Posted By cam On 10.08.2013 @ 5:22 pm
I am so wet! I can’t believe this downpour. It’s was never worse, not since I spent a week in london and then another 10 days again with both my brother and my dad.
» Posted By Cam On 10.11.2012 @ 8:01 pm
I couldn’t see. my whole body felt useless as my eyes refused to open. I grasped without a hint of what my surroundings could be– if i didn’t find some way to release myself from the tight grasp of darkness, I felt like I would die.
» Posted By Cam On 09.15.2012 @ 10:12 pm
The pile of magazines are outdated, old, and filled with has beens. The girl kicks her feet back and forth silently, a magazine about the latest trends for teens spread across her lap. She looks up at the clock, and then at her the white walls of the hospital.
“When’s mommy coming out?” She asks her father, head tilted curiously and innocently. Her father stays silent.
» Posted By cam On 08.28.2012 @ 5:28 pm
It burns so badly inside of him. The sights, smells, sounds of being an actual normal size overwhelm him and he curls up in on himself. Being equal is a far off dream to him, and all he desires is to be flesh and blood, a want that burns so so so fiercely inside his hollowed glass chest.
» Posted By cam On 08.14.2012 @ 7:12 pm
Oh my God you are the one who has created these Somethings out of undeterminable substances, collections of the earth’s dust and tears and Composed this duet of unspeakable longing to be united and to be connected and togetherness, give us this Lord, give us a life made no more of loose substance and instead of unbroken foundation. Amen
» Posted By Cam On 08.09.2012 @ 8:52 am
What about loss. How it might change you forever. I’m not talking about a silly hat or t-shirt. I’m talking about the things that should mean something to you. That one thing that you lost that will change you forever.
» Posted By Cam On 07.30.2012 @ 1:45 pm
He held whatever it was, because he had found it while walking in the forest at night and did not know what it was. Was it an alien artifact, or the remnant of a lost civilization? It appeared to be a spearhead.
» Posted By Cam On 07.25.2012 @ 7:12 am
She is a short fuse, filled to the brim with light and thievery and deceit. You hold your ground in the form of flipped coins and the sweet sweet scent of JUSTICE. You and her are fuses that are crossed so tightly together you spark and clash all the god damned time.
» Posted By cam On 07.24.2012 @ 12:12 am
The smoke chokes his lungs, and he feels the warm drip-drip-dripdrip of blood trailing through his hair and down his face to drip off his cheek. He curses once twice and a third time before he spoke.
“God dammit, I mixed up the wrong fuses. Well, back to the drawing board!” he cackles with a hysterical choke whine of his laugh.
» Posted By cam On 07.23.2012 @ 8:40 pm
The cake is nearly done, and he is covered head to toe in all sorts of confectionery ingredients. His eyes dart around the dirtied kitchen, and he wonders in all of his thirteen years of living, if his dad would be proud of him for making the cake. “I miss you,” it reads in crooked blue icing.
» Posted By cam On 07.22.2012 @ 10:18 pm
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The fingerprints are blurred, but she can smell the lies on her breath. She holds her head high, wide eyes unblinking as she stares at the suspects. A toothy grin crosses her face, and there is the smell of cerulean oceans and summer nights of a long disbanded perfume. “You’re guilty guilty guilty,” she croons, and her criminal sneers.
» Posted By cam On 07.20.2012 @ 10:31 pm