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The boys were sitting on a rock. They looked oiut at the sea and wished they could be on a boat sailing to America. Justr then a mermwid swam up fro m below te shoere. what are you wishing for sitting ther?
» Posted By christine On 04.26.2019 @ 11:06 pm
when you are under the clock a an appointment you are dash and hurry
» Posted By Christine On 08.08.2018 @ 8:46 am
When my son got his first haircut, I had taken him to a barber shop that my family has been going to for years. My grandfather, when he was alive, used to go to this barber shop all the time. Needless to say, this barber shop has been apart of our family for generations.
» Posted By Christine On 09.10.2016 @ 5:57 am
I promise that I will be your one and only rue friend. I promise that I will always love you. I pledge my love, my trust, my faithfulness, my caring, my belief. Always and forever.
» Posted By Christine On 10.03.2015 @ 6:22 pm
Genetic engineering is a controversial topic as it concerns food and research. I don’t know if it’s something we should or should not do but there are those who have defini
» Posted By Christine On 10.02.2015 @ 8:10 am
A judgement based on nothing at all. Science, nature, experience. All of it runs together to this ineffable experience of prediction. Does it mean anything? Yes, they would have you believe. They would have you think that you can hang all your hopes on this concept, this idea, this word.
» Posted By Christine On 05.09.2015 @ 10:06 pm
The outlet mall buzzed with people today. I looked up towards my mother who brushed her way through the discounted rack of all her favorite brands. This, however, uninterested me. My gaze wandered from person to person. Face to face. Wondering why each of them decided today, of all days, to show. It was unbearably crowded.
» Posted By Christine On 04.15.2015 @ 10:10 am
He strained under the weight of it. Muscles tensing, blinking the sweat from his eyes. He heaved the giant metal pipe onto his shoulders and pushed with a final effort upwards.
“Any time now…” he growled, teeth gritted together. She seemed not to hear him.
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“I’m looking for it…” she whispered airily, lifting her hand to dismiss him. With her other hand she delicately skimmed the wall from one end to the next. “Ah!” she found the spot and now pressed her palm to a part of the wall. A bright purple circle of light grew around her palm on the wall and a clicking of gears could be heard from different sections of the room. The temperature immediately decreased to something tolerable, and the man could relax under the weight of the beam now. “That should do it!” she clapped her hands together and spun around on her heel. “Wasn’t too much to whine about, was there?”
“I’ll trade places with you next time, then. You hold up the five hundred pound, five hundred degree pipe and I’ll work the crazy magic,” he pushed his damp hair back and wandered about the room. “What’s next?”
“Hm,” she pressed a finger to her lip and cocked her head to the side, waiting a beat longer than necessary. “There,” now pointing to a corner of the room to a door, either unnoticed or non existent only a moment ago. He without hesitation pulled the door wide open and was greeted with a blast of frost and snow. The picture before them revealed a wasteland of it. A laugh escaped him.
“Shall we?” but she was already tracing ahead of him. He rolled his eyes when she did not seem to respond to the change in atmosphere. Straining to pull the door behind them closed again, they stood together in the snow.
» Posted By Christine On 04.14.2015 @ 12:06 pm
It is what we are all made of. It is the magic in us. It is a reminder of tiny things becoming great.
It is made up of two words, one from the sky, one from the ground. And the magnificent distance in-between.
» Posted By christine On 12.21.2014 @ 3:35 am
I stood on the corner. Next I saw a clown. By the clown was a white dog with black spots. The dog began barking at me. He saw I had a hot dog in one had and I think he was hungry. I liked the dog so much I thought I would share wi
» Posted By Christine On 10.01.2014 @ 9:54 am
Chanyeol loved using pranks as a ways to get to know people. Though he knew that people hated being tricked, if he could trick the right person, they wouldn’t mind being tricked. Or so he always thought to himself. What he didn’t know was that the more you prank someone, the more infatuated and attached you can be to them. So as he watched Baekhyun, his all time crush walk away without so much a ‘good luck’ or ‘good-bye’ after their graduation, he was left standing there with a broken heart.
He was the one who had been pranked this whole time.
» Posted By Christine On 07.22.2014 @ 9:17 pm
The swan was very fleet when it raced across the sky winging its way to the mountains. It’s wings glistened in the fading sunlight.
» Posted By Christine On 07.19.2014 @ 10:40 pm
It was one of those days. THose really great ones. The sun shiny kind. The kind where the leaves might be brown but the way everything looks they could be all the colors of fall. You know the colors. The ones that make up your sweater. They crunch beneath your boots. They make little kids holding apples smile. They make up the insides of pumpkins and the rayon of the halloween costumes.
» Posted By Christine On 10.29.2013 @ 11:02 am
Once there was a flea who was so big and had green hair and carried a suitcase and always cried on Tuesdays. This flea loved romanic comedies and cozing up with his loved ones in the deep fur of a shetland pony. This flea didn’t have many friends. But the friends that he did have were a lot different than him. They wore dark heavy cowboy boots, and smoked cigarettes and perferred to ride on the backs on donkeys. THey were rebels. Outlaws. And although this little flea didnt really fit in, he somehow got along with them well, despite their differences. He was excepted by most because his quite demeanor allowed strangers, even enemies, approach him with something like curious respect. He didn’t have a traditional job. What’s in the suitcase they would ask? But he dind’t like to tell them.
» Posted By Christine On 10.22.2013 @ 11:32 am
how timid is this world. full of disaster and cruelty. I am intimidated and don’t know what to think. and this exercise is a disaster is freaking scary. how am i suppose to write under such time pressure.
» Posted By Christine On 09.10.2013 @ 8:10 pm
That is me – filled with delight – finally living the life I have dreamed about. Delight Insight Fright Light Right Night –
» Posted By Christine On 07.08.2013 @ 12:25 pm
Steady, solid, grounded. These are the traits I need to access to find the joy and success in my business.
» Posted By Christine On 07.01.2013 @ 8:45 am
A kid did a mistake his father hit it in the face because the mistake can not be reversed
» Posted By christine On 04.08.2013 @ 8:51 am
take it back! It’s flexible and easily manipulated by people that have an intent to control others to divert their attention from their own problems and failings. they are sad.
but truth does stand alone, i guess. it does exist outside what others believe it to be.
how can you define truth, though, as merely another human being…
» Posted By christine On 03.18.2013 @ 11:23 pm
All over the world cities populate our minds and give us hope that a community not just an individual is given a chance.
» Posted By Christine On 03.18.2013 @ 8:32 am
I overtly described my feelings for her. I never left anything out. I explained how I was head over heels, and couldn’t stop myself from thinking of her. Everything she did drove me insane, and I let her know. I bared my soul. She simply responded “I know.”
» Posted By Christine On 03.16.2013 @ 8:16 am
It was overt, the feelings I had for her. I didn’t expect them to come along so suddenly, and definitely not so strongly. If I had blinked, I would’ve missed her. But I didn’t blink, and now here we are.
» Posted By Christine On 03.16.2013 @ 8:08 am
over the mountain I watched the sunrise. Slip and dip and fall between the cracks. Night time was losing steam. I knew that this was what I was to become. But I missed those lands, those flat , barren lands of old. I wanted to watch the sun vanquish the moon and aborb the troubles of the world. But alas, the mountain blurred my world and all I saw was heaven.
» Posted By christine On 02.14.2013 @ 7:25 am
Its a feeling within that comes out in tears. You cry when you are sad, mad or in another bad kind of mood. Every people cry sometimes. I cry, you cry. When you cry with the eyes. The eyes put out some water, that will fall down on your cheeks. When you cry, you really feel bad or good. You can also cry by luck or something very good! Some people cry, when they have baby or getting married.
» Posted By Christine On 01.12.2013 @ 6:31 am
a reference is a note referring to something, It can be a movie, a text or any kind of media. on the univeristy it is important to refer correcty, otherwise it is plaguerism.
» Posted By Christine On 01.07.2013 @ 6:47 am
Who are you . An image. Of a man.
Spiteful and unyielding…it doesn’t make sense. You are derived from worshiping the Sun. Our star is our life. Our lord.
» Posted By Christine On 01.04.2013 @ 10:05 pm
You’re the last available thing that reminds me of him. You’re the last raindrop in my storm of life. I look back at all our old conversations a talk to you friends and i am surprised at what a different life you lived with me.
» Posted By Christine On 12.11.2012 @ 3:14 pm
I was presented with a problem today that I don’t know how to fix. I have to fix a friendship. It’s broken. I’m broken. I fucked up and I’m going to miss my friend when he decides he hates me.
» Posted By Christine On 12.10.2012 @ 8:28 pm
We are often measured by our physical attributes, like our weight, or out breast size. If only we were measured by our character and love for others. But character cannot be measured in the way we would measure our physical being. We can measure our character by the way we do nice things for people even if we don’t get anything in return or we can measure our love by the way we make coffee for a loved one but taste it before we give it to them, just to make sure it tastes good. Although character and love can’t essentially be “measured”, we should care about it more than the physical appearance of a person.
» Posted By Christine On 11.15.2012 @ 7:07 am
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the answer to any problem. the way people decide what is right and what is wrong and how people can reason either alone or with their peers to decide how to come to a specific outcome. the outcome. the answer. the end point.
» Posted By christine On 10.23.2012 @ 5:28 pm