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I’m suffocating. Your warmth kept me alive, but now it’s slowly killing me. I love you. I need to escape you.
» Posted By Corinne On 09.07.2016 @ 6:01 am
Today’s Easter. It’s the day Jesus rose up from the grave. He wasn’t a newborn child, but instead he was born again.
» Posted By Corinne On 03.27.2016 @ 10:42 am
The night was black, pitch black. I could hear the birds chirping, the leaves rustling behind me. I couldn’t see the green trees.
» Posted By Corinne On 11.02.2015 @ 9:02 am
ugh . . . my biggest fear. My father just died a few months ago, and all I could think about was my children, my darling little girls, losing people they love. And how unfair it all is. And what a mind f*ck it all is. Life, death, moving forward. God, I miss him.
» Posted By Corinne On 10.16.2015 @ 8:28 pm
Protests can be useful and protests can be damaging. Using the art of protest to draw attention to your problems or feelings can inspire others to rally around your cause and find a solution. Misusing the tool and exploiting your ideas can result in violence and trouble and hurt you in the end.
» Posted By Corinne On 05.01.2015 @ 8:12 am
sarcastically, from her red lips that hold a cigarette and lies
her wrist, when it held bracelets, and not blood
and then bracelets to cover the blood
a different kind of bracelet
» Posted By corinne On 12.27.2014 @ 7:07 pm
what you pulled on me
what coffee does
the absense of growth
death without dying
» Posted By corinne On 12.23.2014 @ 2:26 pm
what you pulled on me
what coffee will do to me
the absense of growth
death that you can recover from
» Posted By Corinne On 12.23.2014 @ 2:18 pm
Like the ocean on a warm summers day, or how a tree springs up from a tiny seed. How the sky is blue at the same time it isn’t blue. How the air can smell as sweet as honey with the pollen of a thousand flowers blowing in on the breeze. The soothing nature of music. The feeling you get when you see a sky at night with no light pollution. How the world is just one big, beautiful garden. The smile on a loved ones face when you make them laugh and then continue laughing for no reason. The world is miraculous!
» Posted By Corinne On 05.05.2014 @ 7:19 am
As dusk approached, she began to work quicker and quicker. “Come on,” she told herself. “You have to do this.” And as she worked, the space around her began to fill up, trapping her within her own creation.
When Linda had not returned well aftwr dusk, Harry went down to the factory to find her. He found her, all right. Linda’s body was buried under pile upon pile of cloth. Harry began to weep, devastated. “If only I had come before dusk.”
» Posted By Corinne On 04.21.2014 @ 6:42 pm
Ummmmm . . . I don’t know what lunacy means. Maybe like a lunatic???
Hold on . . .
[loo-nuh-see] Show IPA
noun, plural lu·na·cies.
insanity; mental disorder.
intermittent insanity, formerly believed to be related to phases of the moon.
extreme foolishness or an instance of it: Her decision to resign was sheer lunacy.
Law. unsoundness of mind sufficient to incapacitate one for civil transactions.
1535–45; lun(atic) + -acy
1. derangement, dementia; craziness, madness, mania, aberration. 3. folly, stupidity.
So yeah, it does mean like a lunatic.
Beacause of Kit’s lunacy, he had to be put in a mental hospital.
» Posted By Corinne On 10.06.2013 @ 7:38 pm
We walked into the art gallery . . . and stopped. Where was all of the art? There was but one measly painting hanging on the wall- one painting in the whole place. I turned to leave, but my dad was impressed. “Wow,” he breathed softly. “Must be quite a painting.” He walked over to it and stood there in awe. He then began to look around wildly. “Katie, look!” He pointed to the bare, empty walls. “The paintings, they’re . . . they’re . . . there!”
I shook my dad. “Dad, are you okay?” I asked. Great. This was the last thing I needed. For my elderly father to becoming delusional.
“No, Katie, they’re there, they really are!” he protested. “Come over here and see for yourself!”
I sighed. This was not good. “Dad, we’re leaving, now,” I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the entrance. “I’m taking you to see Doctor Smith.”
“No, Katie!” my dad cried. “Let me show you! Please!”
He was wasting my time, that was for sure. But finally I gave in. “Fine,” I told him. “I’ll look at the painting with you. But we are leaving right after that.”
I walked over to the paining reluctantly. It wasn’t even that spectacular- it was just an abstract by a lesser-known artist. “Let’s go, Dad,” I said. But as I was turning to leave, the plaque under the painting caught my eye. It read: ‘Many just turned and walked out the door when they saw this desolate place. However, those few who have faith and believe in this place, well, those lucky, selected few will have their eyes opened, and see a world of wonders.’
‘What exactly did that sign mean,’ I asked myself curiously. I turned . . . and stopped. The walls were filled with beautiful, amazing, colorful paintings that covered all of the walls from floor to ceiling. “What the . . .?” I exclaimed. My dad walked over to me and squeezed my hand. “You have to have faith, Katie,” he told me with a twinkle in his eye. “Look beneath the surface . . . at a WORLD of wonders.”
» Posted By Corinne On 10.05.2013 @ 11:56 am
“Read the bible,” they told us. “Pray.” “Be good Christians.” “Before you act, think to yourself, WWJD?” “Always be heavenly.” “Are your sins forgiven? Repent now!” But you know what? Sometimes, It’s hard. We can’t always be the PERFECT christians that they want us to be. Because in reality, it’s impossible. We CAN’T be perfect, for there was only one perfect human ever to walk the face of the earth. JESUS. So we’re not going to be perfect, like they for some reason expect us to. And we are not always going to make the right choice. Before doing every single little thing you do, do you ask yourself, ‘Would Jesus do this?’ Because I don’t. If you do, well then, god bless and by all means, continue leading your perfect, biblical life. But most people don’t. So it’s time to face the music and realize that we’re not perfect, and there’s no way we will ever be, so it’s time to stop trying. Instead, just simply focus on TRYING to do the right thing and TRYING to be a good Christian and TRYING to be who God wants you to be. Follow God’s word and be the best you can be.
» Posted By Corinne On 09.25.2013 @ 2:11 pm
“Read the bible,” they told us. “Pray.” “Be good Christians.” “Before you act, think to yourself, WWJD?” “Always be heavenly.” “Are your sins forgiven? Repent now!” But you know what? Sometimes, It’s hard. We can’t always be the PERFECT christians that they want us to be. Because in reality, it’s impossible. We can be perfect, for there was only one perfect human ever to walk the face of the earth. JESUS. So we’re not going to be perfect, like they for some reason expect us to. And we are not always going to make the right choice. Before doing every single little thing you do, do you ask yourself, ‘Would Jesus do this?’ Because I don’t. If you do, well then, god bless and by all means, continue leading a perfect, biblical life. But most people don’t. SO it’s time to face the music and realize that we’re not perfect, and there’s no way we will ever be, so it’s time to stop trying. Instead, just simply focus on TRYING to do the right thing and TRYING to be a good Christian and TRYING to be who God wants you to be. Follow God’s word and be the best you can be.
» Posted By Corinne On 09.25.2013 @ 2:09 pm
I go to church on sundays and listen to the word of god, but i don’t really feel . . . fulfilled. I read my bible, but am I really being biblical? I know what god wants for me, but I am I being who he wants me to be?
» Posted By Corinne On 09.25.2013 @ 1:53 pm
He reached over and tousled my hair. “I’ll love you forever, you know that, right?” he asked me. “Of course,” I responded. “Of course I know that, babe.” But the truth was, I didn’t. I had seen him and Tiffany together yesterday, and if he really truly would “love me FOREVER” than I guess he had a lot of love to go around, because I heard him say the exact same thing to Tiffany. So I decided to tell him so. “Actually, while YOU may love me forever, I’M not going to love you forever. But you know who will? TIFFANY!” With that, I got up and ran away, away from him, away from Tiffany, away from all of my problems.
» Posted By Corinne On 09.24.2013 @ 5:04 pm
“Don’t drink! You’ll get drunk, go to a party, make bad decisions, and next thing you know, you’re pregnant! Or worse, dead! Drunk driving? NO! You’ll kill somebody and yourself! You can go to jail! Don’t drink! Beer pong, Quarters, Funnels, NO! Not whiskey, rum, gin, beer, wine, or vodka! Drinking alcohol will kill you, so don’t do it! Alcohol is BAD! A NO-NO! Don’t drink alcohol while pregnant or you will have a retarded and deformed baby! Alcohol is not good! IT’S BAD!!!!”
I sit in Health Class, listening to my teacher lecture and rant on . . . and on . . . and on . . . It doesn’t matter, though, because everyone is going to do it anyways.
Probably even the health teachers.
» Posted By Corinne On 05.07.2013 @ 3:56 pm
He grabbed the beverage from her. “Thanks.” But if you looked closely enough, you’d see that he was averting his glance from hers, purposely so their eyes wouldn’t meet. He knew that she was giving him a beer, and she knew that he would discard it as soon as he walked away. Neither knew that the other knew, so, eyes down, they carried on with their lives, pretending nothing had ever happened between them. And it hadn’t. At least, not yet.
Okay, I’m sorry,but I only had a minute to write this. (Yeah, it did take like 3, but that’s not the point.)The point is this makes no sense whatsoever, sorry! Haha :)
» Posted By Corinne On 05.07.2013 @ 3:49 pm
The bush was burning. It was on fire. The flames licked the sky, and smoke filled the lungs of all those who stood and watched. It soon spread to the house, then the field, and the neighbor’s home. The fire-fighters weren’t quick enough, and soon enough, the whole town was on fire.
» Posted By Corinne On 05.05.2013 @ 6:54 pm
What’s your rating? On a scale from 1-10, 50-100? Are 11 out of 10? Or -2 out of 3? Are you extremely good, or extremely bad? Everyone has a rating. What’s yours?
» Posted By Corinne On 05.03.2013 @ 7:19 pm
‘Kay, so I looked up ensue on dictionary.com, but I still don’t really get it. Anyone care to explain it to me?????
Let’s try this sentence:
The end of the battle ensued yet another war.
Yes??? or No????
» Posted By Corinne On 05.01.2013 @ 1:02 pm
Ensue? That’s today’s word? I don’t even know what ensue means. Hold on, let me go get a dictionary, and I’ll get right back to you. Once I actually know what it means, I can write a real 1 minute prompt!
BTW, i accidentally wrote this before with the default name that was there so this is original and all mine!
» Posted By Corinne On 05.01.2013 @ 12:58 pm
You can’t pick your family. But you can pick your enemies . . . right?
» Posted By Corinne On 04.29.2013 @ 1:09 pm
I stared them directly in the eyes. “Give it back,” I said firmly.
Emily sneered. “What are you gonna do, tell my mommy?” She looked at me mockingly. That gave me an idea.
“Yes,” I told her.
Emily’s expression changed. “No, don’t!” she cried out.
I ran down the road. “Too late!” I shouted, Emily desperately running after me.
» Posted By Corinne On 04.29.2013 @ 1:07 pm
Time was running out. I had to win the contest, but not for me- for my family. I grabbed some seeds and stuck them in the large brown planter. I covered them up with dirt and sprinkled it with water. “Done!” I smacked the buzzer in front of me. Everyone looked up in astonishment. I was the first one done. I had won the contest.
» Posted By Corinne On 04.24.2013 @ 1:56 pm
My grandpa and I used to play chess every Wednesday night when he came over. He’d always let me win, except for the occasional times that I arrogantly told him not him. “Checkmate!” I’d call out gleefully. “I’m going to win!” I loved playing chess, but that was years ago. Today, I still see my grandpa, every Wednesday night, but we no longer play chess together. I miss our Wednesday night chess dates.
» Posted By Corinne On 04.23.2013 @ 8:29 pm
» Posted By Corinne On 04.16.2013 @ 7:07 pm
Mumbling. It’s what you do when you when the teacher calls on you but don’t know the answer. It’s what the quiet kid in the back of the room does when the teacher calls on them instead. It’s what you do when you are thinking halfway out loud. It’s people do in awkward situations. It’s what everyone does. They mumble.
» Posted By Corinne On 04.16.2013 @ 7:05 pm
“I need help,” he mumbled.
“What?” she asked. “I can’t hear you, hon, you’re mumbling.”
“I need help,” he repeated, a little bit louder.
Again, “What?” she cried. “I can’t hear you!”
“I said, I need help.”
“Huh? You really should speak up. I can’t hear a word you just said.”
“Just forget it.” The boy threw his pencil down and stood up. He then walked away, out of the school, out of the town, out of the world, never to be seen again.
» Posted By Corinne On 04.16.2013 @ 6:44 pm
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When he knocked on our door that day, I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular, or out of the ordinary. But what happened from that point forward, well, that’s a story for another day.
» Posted By Corinne On 02.07.2013 @ 2:26 pm