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It’s the object I always keep in my left pocket! I feel nervous and I touch it. It gives me confidence and eases the wish to smoke the next cigarrete.
Then my hand leaves the pocket and the restlessness comes back.
» Posted By Cristina On 03.12.2018 @ 6:14 am
My soon to be ex husband is a vulture. He flies above you for a while, watching and waiting. And then he swoops down and attacks. He is vengeful and fearful. Big and taunting. He doesn’t think about his actions he just does them. He is cruel and cold hearted and his concerns lies only within himself.
» Posted By Cristina On 08.24.2017 @ 6:27 pm
horses. I think of horses for some reason. now I am thinking of cold. metal. Cold Metal. Dead people laying on hard boxes of cold metal steel. Steel workers. Mining. dirt. zoolander when he tried mining with his dad
» Posted By Cristina On 08.20.2017 @ 8:39 pm
the district was clean but dirty. It was the worst part of the town and the best one. I didn’t want to be there, but didn’t I? i was one of the chosen ones
» Posted By cristina On 04.11.2017 @ 3:12 pm
There isn’t much of this left in the world, or at least that’s how it seems on some days. There are blips in this theory of mine, when there is a random kindness, or someone gives another person something they really can’t afford to give away. It can be money, or love, or a glance, or a touch at a point when they most need it. There are so many times when I feel like reaching out, but after years of donating energy to a series of personal black holes, it’s a little disappointing.
» Posted By Cristina On 02.14.2016 @ 8:10 am
That is how I felt.
I felt like I didn’t belong.
I felt like nobody cared about me.
I felt like I was lost in a stranded island.
Nobody could rescue me, because nobody could find me.
» Posted By Cristina On 08.19.2014 @ 7:40 pm
I was unfounded. I thought after so many months of being gone, I thought somebody would find me. But I guess nobody ever cared about me enough to notice I’m gone.
» Posted By Cristina On 08.19.2014 @ 7:37 pm
She stepped In The elevator.A Man Grabed The elevator door before it could close.They stood There in silence.
» Posted By cristina On 12.30.2013 @ 7:49 pm
The elevator moves up and Down.sometimes it Breaks and stays .You press’s a button and it gets there . You press all of the buttons It take Forever
» Posted By cristina On 12.30.2013 @ 7:46 pm
colonel it sounds like it means army,marine its makes me think about how they have to say goodbye to there friends and relatives.
» Posted By cristina On 12.12.2013 @ 11:16 am
colonel its sounds like a group of things its somehow reminds me of family like a tribe its reminds me of the army.
» Posted By cristina On 12.12.2013 @ 11:11 am
She went through life undetected. She was a wallflower, a loser, a nobody. But what they didn’t know was that while they didn’t see her, didn’t notice her, while she was nothing… she heard EVERYTHING. She was the most well-informed person at the school, with no one to tell their secrets to.
» Posted By cristina On 06.09.2013 @ 10:52 am
my first language is not english but i have studied it since i was 3 years old. okey this is amazing how they tell me to write about the word antithesis and i am always thinking about myself and writing something that has nothing to do with the word. i think it means something you do before a project. i am in my last year in high school and i have to hand in a project called thesis, so i guess antithesis means the thing that comes before the project, like an introduction
» Posted By Cristina On 06.04.2013 @ 12:49 pm
the end? like the end of my relationship with that boy, or the end of my life since im going to be living at home…or the end of my social life since i am giving up drinking for the next sic months, or the end of me eating junk food because i am sick and tired of having no self control and i am sick and tired of being fat. the end is the beginning then, i guess?
» Posted By cristina On 01.13.2013 @ 8:54 pm
She was wondering all day where she put the flower. She decided in the morning she will go to work instead of wondering all day in the apt and no worrying where she placed the flower.
» Posted By Cristina On 01.03.2013 @ 3:40 pm
I have to due him! He has being my worst rival since I was a child. All my family hate him and its time to make him pay all the pain that he made to my parents.
» Posted By Cristina On 12.16.2012 @ 11:23 am
i stood there at the entrance looking astonished as the man walked away. how on Earth did he know my name? I had never met him before, I had never seen him in my life and i’m not a famous person.
» Posted By cristina On 10.18.2012 @ 4:19 am
summer, ive not let eyes on you. That was the last i heard from you, the hot sweet breeze of what could have been which now remains unthinkable, unreachable.
» Posted By cristina On 10.13.2012 @ 5:43 pm
something that is not hot, something that inspires the feeling of the sea, the pleasure of soaking in the water, the water’s property, how I feel when standing in the rain, outside.
» Posted By Cristina On 10.12.2012 @ 8:11 am
nu mai stiu…ceva ceva ce nu te lasa sa stai locului cum e examenul de maine de la patrimoniu care ma calca pe inima si ma scoate din apele mele cele mai adanci. vreau sa se termine sa fug acasa
» Posted By cristina On 09.07.2012 @ 8:23 am
Her beautifully wreathed hair was decorated with braids. Her wedding gown perfectly adjusted to her waist and she looked simply stunning. Like no other bride I’ve ever seen. The groom must be incredibly lucky to be marrying this woman, I thought to myself as she walked by.
» Posted By cristina On 07.17.2012 @ 9:27 am
The decorations are beautifully arranged in a gold staircase. They are filled with flowers and wreaths, ready for the wedding. The most exciting wedding of the year was about to begin and we were all dying to see the bride in her gown.
» Posted By cristina On 07.17.2012 @ 9:11 am
bandages make you safe. when I was a litle girl I wanted those with funny designs, but my mother insisted on buying plain ones. It was not fun. And I fell a lot so my knees were always hurt.I never wore the plain ones.
» Posted By cristina On 07.12.2012 @ 3:53 pm
the faded pockets of the overalls held all his treasures. the crumpled photo of his wife and newborn son, and his fathers pocket watch passed down for generation. his hands heavily callused fingered the photograph as tears rolled down his face.
» Posted By Cristina On 07.07.2012 @ 8:17 pm
jelly it’s a thing that trembles, and it’s juicy and with colours.
best with vodka
i’ve seen it today
jelly makes me smille
it’s gorgeus and delicious
» Posted By cristina On 06.07.2012 @ 10:02 am
I choose to be willfully ignorant of societal norms. I won’t sleepwalk through my life with a willful adherence to what my culture expects of me.
» Posted By Cristina On 04.06.2012 @ 10:57 am
We are all willfully ignorant of how much this state controls us. We think we can rule our own destinies, when we are just sleep walking through life. We dream about our jobs or school and wake up to realize that even our dreams have been taken over without our consent.
» Posted By Cristina On 04.06.2012 @ 8:18 am
In liberty she dreams of what she would do to take away her liberty.
» Posted By Cristina On 01.19.2012 @ 2:27 am
Down below, where the grass is greener and wetter, and things don’t matter as much.
» Posted By Cristina On 01.17.2012 @ 1:48 pm
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Young girls walking down Edinburgh streets, Glasgow streets, streets in cities across the Isles. Shimmering, sparkling in skirts with giraffe legs, ankles wobbling, tumbling and laughing.
» Posted By Cristina On 01.12.2012 @ 9:46 am