Comments Posted By Chantelle
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The exact meaning of why I’m doing this is clear. Love myself. Love is not an exact science. It’s very un-exact. It’s neve the same for anybody. Just try.
» Posted By Chantelle On 01.04.2016 @ 11:12 am
she stared out the window, there were trees in front of her eyes, but what she were distant memories. She was stuck in a ward in her mind. where is the cure?
» Posted By chantelle On 04.15.2015 @ 9:54 pm
I was taken under. This feeling was familiar, but not a feeling I anticipated so soon. I couldn’t deny that she really was able to sweep me off my feet.
» Posted By Chantelle On 09.15.2014 @ 5:56 pm
edges sewn. an aspiration dashed by a mother’s worries. negativity. neglect. but how else could things be, if it is all you’ve ever known. Shoulders cold like bells in the sand
» Posted By Chantelle On 06.16.2013 @ 7:27 am
living life beneath the ground, above the sky, and in between, I had known there would be days like these, that test our passions and remind us why we do this
» Posted By Chantelle On 06.09.2013 @ 11:25 am
it would seem as though all of us could fit in that line. separating two sides from all other ends. if we all fit there, that is our space, what is everything else? How long does it go on? That space outside of our line
» Posted By Chantelle On 05.28.2013 @ 9:25 pm
directions. thoughts. separation. Where does it go? You would think the mist would have lifted from the mystery that surrounds us. cutting across this. Cutting in to this. Where does it end? shapes
» Posted By Chantelle On 05.28.2013 @ 9:21 pm
these exist in the city. Many of them. Quick. Going all directions. Carrying passengers to their destinations throughout the city. Strangers faces pressed against glass. stinky fingers making marks all over. children picking at their faces.
» Posted By Chantelle On 04.18.2013 @ 9:06 pm
they were meant to be
hand-in-hand they walked
giggles and racing hearts
“destiny,” they said
» Posted By Chantelle On 03.26.2013 @ 11:50 pm
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» Posted By chantelle On 10.22.2012 @ 9:54 am
i just wrote about teeth. i think my computer is broked.
» Posted By chantelle On 10.22.2012 @ 9:53 am
She was leading the way. Down tight paths that sometimes curved left, but mostly curved right, and across unsteady bridges that creaked under your slight weight. But she never lead you anywhere you wouldn’t want to go.
» Posted By chantelle On 05.25.2012 @ 9:07 pm
perfection. this is how you describe something which takes your breathe away and leaves you awestruck. This is nature and creation and everything around us which is just PERFECT and intricate and just totally amazing in its design and purpose.
» Posted By Chantelle On 03.25.2012 @ 3:30 am
The strength to hold a bridge together. The one thing thats in your blood that can cause you to get sick if its too low. The strength you need to have when someone is hurting you. The Iron to be yourself, the bridge over troubled water.
What helps you look your best.
» Posted By Chantelle On 10.09.2011 @ 3:58 pm
The plague had spread over Asia and across Russia by now, barely worming its way into Europe. I know that It was an unstoppable force that was not to be reckoned with, and I also knew that if I did not get out of Ireland as fast as I could, I would be one of its next victims.
» Posted By chantelle On 07.12.2011 @ 6:47 pm
Moosgirl found her antlers attached to a rotting deer carcass. The blood matched the colour of her cape. She knew it was meant to be. Whipping out her pocket knife, she sawed off the antlers at the root.
» Posted By Chantelle On 06.26.2011 @ 1:43 am
He stared back at her with an intense expression on his face. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Yes,” she said, strongly ad surely. “Alright,” he said, and leaned in to touch his lips to her neck.
» Posted By chantelle On 06.22.2011 @ 1:00 pm
She held her newborn baby in her arms and wondered how the world could be so full of hate. How could countries be blood-stricken by war when such beautiful miracles were possible? For the first time in her life, the woman felt hope. Hope in the form of a boy, with tiny hands, tiny feet, and a large heart.
» Posted By chantelle On 06.20.2011 @ 12:40 am
You’re waiting for a train. It’s raining outside, and you realized you should have brought your umbrella, but you know it’s much too late to go home and get it. Your hair is sticking to the back of your neck, and you ring it out as you hear the steadily approaching ring of the train.
» Posted By chantelle On 06.15.2011 @ 9:02 pm
Chalk is white and it’s writes on a board it’s nice to see that com some people remember that a chalkbhoard is better then dy erase ones, screw those cvoarboarads I hate that squeaky slhit, chakl is down and gritty
» Posted By Chantelle On 06.04.2011 @ 7:56 pm
The vodka passed through Anna’s lips and slid down her throat. She shuddered lightly at the burn that it left behind, and lifted the bottle to her lips again.
» Posted By chantelle On 05.14.2011 @ 9:54 pm
Mango is one of the best fruits, but I think I’ve only had it once before. It was in CB and we found out Dad’s allergic to it. Since then, we haven’t bought it. I know Renae eats it a lot and it probably grows on a tree in her garden down there. I need to get some soon and see if I still like it. Dried mango is amazing too actually, I decided when I ate it in res a few weeks ago.
» Posted By Chantelle On 02.22.2011 @ 7:37 pm
The key dropped from her fingers onto the cold, hardwood floor. It was the only sound left in the room, and she watched the man bring the knife down upon her sister’s chest again and again. Finally, she broke out of her trance and rushed towards the man, the feeling of pure hatred boiling within her. “Stop!” she screamed, and brought her small fists to crash into the mans head. It didnt little to stop him, and he chuckled cruelly. Then she woke up.
» Posted By chantelle On 01.28.2011 @ 4:58 pm
I’m going to go out on a whim here and say I love you. I love every little thing about you, and I love the imperfections that you carry around with you. Is it too cheesy to say that I feel like you complete me? Yes? Too bad. You do.
» Posted By chantelle On 01.15.2011 @ 2:34 am
Fuck the world, and fuck the people in it. Fuck the routes
people take, and fuck the way people treat one another. Fuck
» Posted By chantelle On 01.02.2011 @ 1:17 am
She stared down at her tarnished dress. Her mother was going to kill her if she saw this. Quickly, Whitney took off her dress and hid it in the farthest corner of her closet. A purple dress quickly replaced the last one and she left the room quickly so her mother would not notice her absence at the party. That would be un-ladylike.
» Posted By chantelle On 12.29.2010 @ 1:55 am
He stood at the alter in shock for a moment. He took a slow look around him at all his friends and family. They frown at him, unsure of what to do, which is when he closed his mouth, and smiled. “Well,” he said slowly, “that was short-lived.” His sister chuckled softly and walked up to him. “Guess she wasn’t a keeper.”
» Posted By Chantelle On 12.24.2010 @ 10:08 pm
She threw the dresser to the floor with a hasty effort. It landed with a heavy thud. A drawer fell open and from it fell three small red paperclips. Amy walked towards the dresser and put the paperclips in her pocket. For later, she told herself.
» Posted By chantelle On 12.22.2010 @ 9:54 pm
The sound of the cannon reminded me of why I was here. I stepped slowly onto the platform and looked at the people below me. They had no idea of what would go on later today, and I prayed that most of them never would. This wasn’t something was particularly proud of, it wasn’t exactly a story I’d be telling my grandchildren.
» Posted By chantelle On 12.19.2010 @ 1:37 pm
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She stared at the typewriter in front of her with a blank face. How was she going to make the deadlines if she didn’t have a single idea of where to start. A sigh escaped her lips and she looked out the window at the snow that sculpted the grass. Maybe she just needed to take a break for a couple of minutes.
» Posted By chantelle On 12.18.2010 @ 10:04 pm