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He thought he was so sly. To go behind my back to be with another woman. He actually thought I wouldn’t find out.

I am heartbroken at it. I never thought he was that kind of man. But after finding him sleeping with her in our bed, in our very own home, I lost any love for him I had.

Yes, he thought he was sly.

» Posted By Chellie On 06.03.2014 @ 10:55 am


We sat around the bonfire and told stories all night. But unlike most people who told ghost stories we recalled romantic stories from the past.

As the soft glow from the bonfire illuminated your face, I could see the passion residing there and I felt a knot grow in my stomach. Soon we will be entangled in each others arms.

» Posted By Chellie On 05.30.2014 @ 12:11 pm


The air was still. Everything around me was still as I made my way up the steps to the king. There he would give me my final judgment, decide if I would be put to death or allowed to roam the streets free. As I approached the thrown my heart stilled and the look in his eyes told me this would be my final day.

» Posted By Chellie On 04.09.2014 @ 12:46 pm


He kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and took a big swig of bourbon. Boy it had been a long day. It felt good to get off his feet and just relax for a while. The bourbon allowed him to go into a relaxed state of mind and forget his worries, even if just for a while.

» Posted By Chellie On 01.09.2014 @ 12:49 pm


I cant stand when people stereotype.
I get stereotyped because I listen to metal music.
But I don’t dress metal or goth or anything.
In fact I dress preppy, but I love metal music. Not screamo, but metal.
Volbeat, avenged sevenfold, papa roach, etc etc etc.
And I either get stereotyped as a bad person because I listen to metal or a prep for dressing classy and preppy.

» Posted By Chellie On 11.08.2013 @ 12:23 pm


There were too many losses.
That was all she could think about as she sat on the lifeless battleground. She was the only one left. All her family, all her friends, her whole army, gone. Over four hundred losses in total. She couldn’t believe it. Why? Why was she the only one left. Yes, she was wounded, would probabaly be crippled for the rest of her life, but she was alive. She was the only one alive. What was the point of living if nobody you love was alive. What had she fought for when everyone died. She fought for freedom, and yes they had won, by one person, but what difference did it make now. She was as good as dead. It’s not like she could get up and walk away from this for help. Nobody was alive to help her anyway. The whole town, was in this war.

» Posted By Chellie On 07.30.2012 @ 2:39 pm


Capture was not an option for me. I couldn’t affored to be held against my will. I had to save my family. Free them from their own capture. The men who had taken them, stole them away from me, would now die. Their deaths will not be quick.

They will know what it feels like to be captured. To be beaten and tortured. I will avenge my families capture. And if they are dead, their captors will be tortured that much more. And that is why I must avoid capture at all costs.

» Posted By Chellie On 03.28.2012 @ 11:59 am


The loss of her was great.
I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t breath.
Every heart beat was like a sword stabbing though my broken chest.
I felt as if every bone in my body weighed a thousand pounds.

Missing her was not even close.
My soul was restless with the need to be near her.
While my mind knew I would never again gaze upon her silken face.
Never again touch her creamy skin.

I would forever mourn the loss of my beloved Anita.
She will always be in my heart, in my thoughts.
But always just out of reach, just out of sight.
Soon though, I will be with her again.

When death takes me in it’s cold embrace.
Wrapping it’s fingers around my already constricted throat.
I will finally see her face again.
I will finally be with my Anita for all eternity.

» Posted By Chellie On 02.23.2012 @ 2:17 pm


The hallway was filled with cells. As I walked by cell after cell was full of people all who looked starved, and beaten. I knew instantly that wherever the men leading me down the hall wanted with me, it wasn’t going to be good. Every hair on my body stood on end, waiting, anticipating whatever bad thing that was bound to happen. And as I approached the final cell a boy sat at the bars, his hands raised up to the men in front of me. Tears were streaming down his face and his lip quivered in fear. And he begged for food.

It broke my heart when the men ignored him like a dog on the street. It was then that I knew, I was doomed to die here.

» Posted By Chellie On 06.21.2011 @ 6:48 pm



» Posted By chellie On 05.25.2011 @ 4:04 pm


She dropped off the face of the planet. The stars did not catch her as she whizzed by;instead, they cut up her paper skin, hissing, shaking. She dropped into a void of the unknown. I

» Posted By Chellie On 01.28.2011 @ 4:53 pm


Reports serve one function–to report stuff. Really now? They can do more than that. But it’s not up to the audience to transform the information in a report, it’s up to the writer to put enough passion behind the information to move them.

» Posted By Chellie On 01.27.2011 @ 10:44 pm


Up and up we go. Never looking down. Elevating towards our true destiny. Nowhere but up. Forget what’s beneath. Future. Up. Elevation. Go forward.

» Posted By Chellie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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