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The mage had that look about him, as if he wanted to say something, yet when Lor’themar thought there would be words out of his mouth, Rommath simply turned his back.
“Don’t make a complete mess of things when I am away, will you?” was all the said.
Then the swirling of a portal, and then, he was gone.
» Posted By Cecilia On 09.09.2018 @ 8:43 am
hoping for something to happen. when you are really starving for one thing you wanted for a lot of time or when you wish for good things to happen in the world.
» Posted By cecilia On 03.19.2017 @ 7:25 am
Glass heart shattering
» Posted By cecilia On 08.14.2015 @ 7:23 pm
The biggest tree ever.
Everyone looked at it with wide eyes, so amazed.
But that was it.
No one took time to examine it.
» Posted By Cecilia On 08.13.2015 @ 7:39 pm
She had a beautiful complexion, that’s all he could think of. Wasn’t that some kind of term his mom used to bring up ? Your skin is so smooth , you have a lovely complexion. Now here the word was coming back to him. It sounded so cliché. But it wasn’t .
» Posted By Cecilia On 04.06.2015 @ 8:08 pm
The crowd was becoming entirely too vocal, but I still hadn’t been able to find the words for them. Their cries and screams echoed through the auditorium. It was too nerve-wracking. How could I possibly go on stage when they were already angry? I held my breath, I’d go on in three, two, one.
» Posted By Cecilia On 07.08.2014 @ 7:31 am
He struck her, but she would put up with it no longer. She angrily walked out of their apartment, dead set on the tasks before her. She fled as fast as she could, until she saw Marina down the road, crying for the same reason as she was fleeing. It was all such a grand mess.
» Posted By Cecilia On 04.11.2014 @ 8:59 pm
¿Nadar? ¿En serio? Ojalá supiera inglés de verdad para escribir sobre nadar en inglés…
¿Nadar? ¿Construis castillos de arena? Jamás contuí castillos de arena. Nunca fui una niña de mar, pero sí de arena: arena sobre mis pies. Arena entre mis dedos, arena mojada que me recuerda quizás algún origen. Era la niña de las orillas, amante y nunca hija de la espuma.
Arena amarilla, amarilla que ciega y nunca azul.
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.13.2014 @ 7:25 pm
is what I want
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.09.2014 @ 2:58 pm
“How handsome!” she exclaimed, but I wasn’t convinced. This tie was terrible, as was everything I was wearing. I’d never be able to impress myself, and I had a face only a mother, my mother, could love.
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.08.2014 @ 6:39 pm
He stubbornly turned his back. I wouldn’t ask him to come back for me this time though. He had ruined it all when he had made this decision. There was no arguing, no compromise, just his angry stare at the wall. And my angry stare at him.
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.07.2014 @ 11:37 pm
His face was striped with the wounds he’d gotten during a thousand battles. He cried no more, because his heartache for the loss of his mother had taken it all out of him. He’d fight tomorrow, but for his life instead of his country. He was finally finished with this battle.
» Posted By Cecilia On 02.19.2014 @ 8:44 pm
Shes gone and cried into the wind
I hated that the great descend
could sweep her up
and take her away
but now she’s disappeared
forever and a day
I loved her once
and now she’s left
I’ll see her never
my love wasn’t best
» Posted By Cecilia On 02.13.2014 @ 8:10 am
Yes, I derive income. Why not? I have to get around these days.
» Posted By Cecilia On 07.11.2013 @ 8:29 am
I don’t know what to write about the word derived. I just had to look it up! Now I know what it means.
» Posted By Cecilia On 07.11.2013 @ 8:21 am
What makes someone a coach? Is it a sports team? An athletic competition? No. It’s about being a mentor. That’s who a coach is. My coach currently is my supervisor. I’m having the roughest job search now that I’ve graduated with my master’s. He is my coach, my mentor. I would have given up by now if it weren’t for him.
» Posted By Cecilia On 06.11.2013 @ 7:11 am
i was more oblique than my boyfriends dog, so i was the primordial of all the human beings that were in that place.
» Posted By cecilia On 05.28.2013 @ 2:37 pm
Birds are winged. Duh. Obviously. Wings are white. Feathery. I was just playing a game in which I had to find items and one of them was a feather. Boring game. Man my typing is slow. Speaking of which I’ve always been slow most of my life.
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.22.2013 @ 11:07 am
Pants and shoes and Roots Canada. Roots used to specialize in making leather products. This also reminds me of an old person and all of the things that they have gone through in their life to make them leathery. Leather is old and worn and precious. There isn’t much more to say about it.
» Posted By Cecilia On 02.21.2013 @ 7:33 pm
What is cool? We think it is a description of that which we find appealing and entertaining but if we take a close look at the word it seems to be about temperature. Literally. And why should we define something good as cold? We need warmth to function, but in lieu of the recent global waming developments we suddenly need things to be cooler. Who woul’ve guessed that a colloquialism from the 1900’s would predict a major world catastrophe, even though by chance. My how we must surprise ourselves, no wonder we aren’t immortal.
» Posted By Cecilia On 01.28.2013 @ 9:10 am
The sweat ran into her eyes, and it stung. One day, she thought, I might go blind from too much salt in my eyes. The tears and the sweat poured from her face. But she was determined. She gasped, and continued.
» Posted By Cecilia On 12.12.2012 @ 6:13 pm
Soon I will part your lips and feel your tongue, your moist, your breath. Soon is not soon enough. The heat of your skin will warm my cheeks, soon.
» Posted By Cecilia On 11.25.2012 @ 7:19 pm
I wrote a statement a couple of months ago. I don’t know why and I didn’t really care why. I just felt like writing down something that sounded “important” so for once in my life, someone would just take me seriously. Is that so much to ask for?
» Posted By Cecilia On 07.26.2012 @ 4:23 pm
Pastel:The color of spring dresses sweeping across tan legs. bare feet with splattering across the green grass with pastel finger nail polish.
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.16.2012 @ 8:00 pm
Last night Laurie gave me a bracelet. Her mum made it. She said it’s her hobby. It’s green, orange, and purple in colour. All my favourite hues! It got little plastic beads as well in chromatic colours. I dont know why I’m just describing it but the bracelet is just nice. I wanna learn how she does it. But most of all I wanna know how I can tie it onto my wrist…
» Posted By Cecilia On 03.15.2012 @ 11:47 pm
I like crisp french fries. Not them stupid potatoey thick cut steak fries but crispy strips of oily potato. With pepper ketchup. About 4 packets per tablespoon I would say.
» Posted By Cecilia On 01.14.2012 @ 12:00 am
she drank champagne every new year’s eve. but what was there to celebrate? just excuses excuse excuses. the festivity and the golden bubbles mocked her and she sat on the fire escape with the cold wind biting at her nose
» Posted By Cecilia On 01.02.2012 @ 2:52 pm
You awaken to the light coming from underneath the blinds. You awaken from a dreamless sleep. You awaken to a new day; a new you.
» Posted By cecilia On 10.24.2011 @ 10:37 am
awekaneing is a diffficult thing. you have to change thing, do them different. see new things. not the old ones. awekening is one of the hardest things to do when you are sleeping deep. you
» Posted By cecilia On 10.23.2011 @ 2:15 pm
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Some days my life seems pretty dull lately. I really only go to class and do school work. I mean, obviously I do more than just that. I don’t go out much though. I watch a lot of stuff on hulu. I go for walks every day. I read a lot. But it still seems pretty dull. Maybe it’s the lack of social interaction outside of class.
» Posted By Cecilia On 10.17.2011 @ 11:18 am