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This food tastes of sawdust, Radhrion grumbled, surreptitiously spitting a half-chewed hunk of somethign green into his napkin.
“It’s all we’ve got, and we’ve eaten worse over the last few months,” Merrill admonished, swallowing thickly around a hunk of what she thought might be bread.
Radhrion nodded his agreement, but left his plate untouched, choosing, instead, to observe the crowd.

» Posted By Cate On 07.10.2019 @ 11:25 am


to infinity and beyond. Beyond is a great word because it means that little bit further, there’s no limit to your possibilities, you can do your best aND BEYOND beyond is like when you’ve done enough but you keep trying and keep doing that little bit better but is it always worth it? Also spacially it’s like an exploration, you can go out travelling in the world and there’s always more to see yes I like this work

» Posted By cate On 12.17.2014 @ 6:29 am


We have fires that start in the body. Some in the heart, where it is all that controls us. Sometimes and some people have fires in the head. I was told that writers, scientists, and philosophers have fires in the head, but I think it those fires truly originate from the heart.

» Posted By Cate On 05.06.2013 @ 12:21 am


It was green and covered in pustules, and damn it if it wasn’t cute.
“Hi there,” Ali said, picking up the slimy thing. It blinked and wagged its stubby tail.
“Let’s get you a bath,” she said, taking it towards the showers.

» Posted By Cate On 04.17.2013 @ 5:57 pm


squares are not rectangles. or triangles. or even rhombi. they are squares, and they are just fine with that. they like being perfectly even on all sides, and being folded into more perfect squares. most of all, they like being used in origami, as it makes them feel pretty and special; something a rectangle envies muchly.

» Posted By Cate On 11.23.2012 @ 2:25 pm


My little sister plays with dolls. She dresses them up and pretends they are real. Her twin brother, on the other hand, creates science experiments and plays with our baking ingredients. I remember a couple of weeks ago when I wanted to bake and I had to ask him where the vinegar and baking soda were.

» Posted By Cate On 02.11.2013 @ 10:10 am


when i was a little girl i wasn’t supposed to have been born but my mommy and daddy had a fight and to make up for it they had make up sex. Then they learned that i was going to be born and they decided to get married even though they didn’t want to. It’s been over 25 years for them together and they have done many things together and apart. Mostly they hate each other but the fact their still together is a miracle.

» Posted By cate On 09.04.2012 @ 2:47 pm


want is not always easy to know. it’s dark, shadowy, like cotton candy melting before you know how it feels, like reflections that blur in puddles

» Posted By cate On 08.14.2012 @ 4:49 pm


an interesting abyss which exist under the arm or under the ground with an array of different aromas which can sometimes be improved with deodorant or air freshener

» Posted By Cate On 06.19.2012 @ 1:06 pm


There are many meanings to words in the English language. Straw, for example, could mean the bedding of livestock, where they rest their tired feet in the evenings or lay their heads down in dark night, or it could mean the utensil needed to drink out of a happy can of soda.

» Posted By Cate On 06.13.2012 @ 7:01 pm


The fury that grinds us into this eternal ground
hounding and crunching away at our brains sharp edges.
So, laugh at the magicians who forgot that they too have the stone on
their bowed shoulders.

» Posted By Cate On 06.07.2012 @ 7:38 pm


It was small and golden and sat in his ear perfectly, almost defying anyone to make any comments. Sometimes the light would glint off its smooth round shape, reflecting the candlelight on the inn table.

» Posted By Cate On 04.17.2012 @ 5:47 pm


I have comed here from different sites wishing for another word than dismissed, but it’s the same. I don’t know what to say as I watch the purple bar rise and the time will be over in 3 2 1 0 …

» Posted By cate On 03.09.2012 @ 6:39 pm


a town is a small place like home. A place that causes homesick which no longer exists. a small town has many different meanings, and beholds many different reputations. some call it boring and some fall deeply inlove with what we now c

» Posted By Cate On 03.05.2012 @ 2:56 am


Ants walked down the table leg in a straight line, stopping when the leader became confused by different smells. On their way home, an adventure completed, with food stuffs to bring them into another season. The leader paused, turned right and left the company. Who would guide them now? Why did he leave?

» Posted By cate On 02.17.2012 @ 5:39 am


Me dijo que no funcionaba para absolutamente nada, y supe en lo más hondo de mi ser que había decepcionado a mi madre. No sólo no había decidido convertirme en artista en vez de médico, sino que era homosexual, y no le daría nietos ni alegría nunca. No funciono porque no soy el hijo que ella quiere.

» Posted By Cate On 01.30.2012 @ 6:00 pm


The rain is the umbrella over my head is filled with holes. Useless. I make a mental note to replace it as I skirt under the awning of a shoe store, shaking the water from my hair and pulling off my glasses to wipe them on the last patch of dry jacket.

» Posted By Cate On 08.24.2011 @ 3:36 pm


Repeat love, and you don’t change. Repeat life, and you get nothing. The repeat of repeating love and life creates a world in which no learning happens and experience is a cloud floating away. To repeat is not to live at all; to repeat is to not love at all.

» Posted By Cate On 08.17.2011 @ 7:02 am


When I think about this I start to laugh because I think of the times in elementary school when we would flick them at each other behind the teacher’s back. Or when I would wake up Sunday morning and find one wrapped around a newspaper. Or how elastics get stuck in my hair

» Posted By Cate On 08.10.2011 @ 3:15 pm


Even if her maroon eyes intimidated him, Roma continued to care for his spunky pal.

Because that’s what friends were for, right?


» Posted By Cate On 07.07.2011 @ 9:08 pm


I spend a lot of time thinking about morals. Mainly my own. I have one moral. To live with no regrets and respect myself while doing so. I will not let anyone change who or what I am. I am beautiful and smart the way I am and I will respect that. I know who I am and I will respect that.

» Posted By Cate On 06.26.2011 @ 6:12 pm


I remember when i picked daises with my mom when i was younger. i shared that place with my high school sweetheart and he chased me with a flower telling me he’d love me forever. It’s a nice memory, and I’m glad I have it now, but it was painful when we broke up. Better to have it

» Posted By Cate On 05.30.2011 @ 9:20 pm


I can’t find the way out of this hotel. Corridors are stretch and nobody’s around. I’m puzzled. Will I find the door?

» Posted By cate On 04.24.2011 @ 11:18 pm


LOL, some things are so funny it makes you want to cry out loud. but it takes a special something or someone to be hysterical

» Posted By cate On 04.14.2011 @ 8:49 pm


I did this one yesterday! What a sham!!! I thought I would get a new word each day as i APPROACH my new day… grrrrrrr. Well at least my students are seeing me do this and maybe they will approach the concept on their own time. I even think they could draw what the word means to them too. Hmmm how else could we approach this exercise. i hope my work from yesterday is still there.

» Posted By Cate On 03.23.2011 @ 7:53 am

I was walking into the classroom and saw a student inside. It was early in the morning and I thought I was the first one to get to school. Wait… I was. So how did this student get in here? All of the sudden the students turns around and then DISAPPEARS. Is this my past haunting me?

» Posted By Cate On 03.22.2011 @ 2:03 pm


What is wanted? A criminal? An attractive person? A delicious piece of candy? The answer to life? You want what you cannot have. It is wanted until taken. Then what?

» Posted By Cate On 03.19.2011 @ 1:35 am


Old women waiting for the bus, like birds, frowning at the wind that is lashing through this town. In their hands, their rosaries. Their lips thin, their skin like crumpled paper. I am too young to please them, as I walk past, and they grimace at me, tightening their scarves around their hair.

» Posted By Cate On 03.11.2011 @ 6:24 pm


bench press? park bench? what kind? i really do not like the word bench, seriously who came up with it? i think of birds and trees, or athletes pushing their bodys to lift more than i physically could.

» Posted By Cate On 02.23.2011 @ 3:25 pm


i was told about creating a tomatoe zombie. but i failed and made a robor zombie instead. whait, what? robot zombies even exist? how can be a robot be robot and a zombie if it’s never been alive? it doesn’t make any sense

» Posted By Cate On 02.19.2011 @ 8:09 am

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