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Junior high, a confusing, messy time when we figure out our place in the hierarchy of life, are we taller or shorter, more popular or less, pretty or not, smart or not, OK or not, maybe, maybe not, one day we are, one day not.

» Posted By Ellen On 12.25.2018 @ 1:27 pm


I’ve always been a scientific person, but that all changed when I met you.

I hate writing letters. It never reads the way I want it to. God, this makes me sound like some hopeless romantic when I just wanted to prove that you made me realize I was a good actress. Maybe there’s a reason I went into the acting side, as opposed to the writing side.

» Posted By Ellen On 04.01.2016 @ 8:10 pm


Not suWe started gore why we still have an oil lamp sitting on the counter top, considering the rest of the cabin has modern appliances. I think it resembles our reluctance to let go of the 20-year-old memories this cabin has. We started going when i was 7, and this same oil lamp burned the shit out of my sister one year.

» Posted By Ellen On 11.10.2013 @ 5:38 pm


He walks around the car and opens my door. At the restaurant he pulls out my chair. At the end of dinner he gives me his jacket. Our 500th date was just like our first.

» Posted By Ellen On 08.14.2013 @ 3:18 am


She walked through the long hallway, looking up with bright eyes at all the dolls. They were sitting straight, with not a bit of dust on them. They obviously had been very well taken care of. ‘Even though it is a bit odd for such an old man to have so many dolls’.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.07.2013 @ 12:29 am


I like being creative. I hope I’m a creative person. It makes me think of painting, of making music, theatre and splattering a page with colour. Writing is creative too, even under such incredibly awfully stressful conditions. Oh god. I’m not sure I’m very good at this creative stuff. This has just become my thoughts. But I think there is something creative and wonderful about thoughts too.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.06.2013 @ 8:30 am


We came to the new world with a picture perfect world in our head. We were the ones who would know, and be able to teach. We would spread across the land, teaching those who needed to learn and lending a hand to those who needed it.

We would take the land, because we knew it to be ours. It was our land that had been promised to us long ago, and now we were claiming it.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.04.2013 @ 4:50 pm


I looked around at the houses in awe. They all towered above me, and were decorated with bright splashes of color.

The boat gently glided down the river between the houses, and I was just in awe at the peoples’ ability to adapt. I knew I would never be able to simply build stilts on my house if it started to flood.

» Posted By Ellen On 06.23.2013 @ 2:06 pm


The room was a mess.

Papers were flung everywhere, some crumpled and some smooth. It was as if a writer had been in there. The mess representing the stream of words and thoughts that were flowing through his mind. Chaotic. Frenzied. Beautiful.

» Posted By Ellen On 06.22.2013 @ 10:53 pm


She stared up at the picture, eyes wide in shock. How was it possible that he had been able to stay so still, even with all the hundreds (if not thousands) of tiny thorns that lay upon the branch that adorned his head. She guessed it was just another reason he was so amazing.

» Posted By Ellen On 06.20.2013 @ 1:14 pm


scared. waking up. realization. loud. flashing lights. red. noises. close call. heart beating. thumping.

» Posted By Ellen On 06.07.2013 @ 9:11 pm


The woman clasped her hands to his chest, fear filling her eyes as blood poured out of the wound. It was only small and they hadn’t noticed it when he’d gone down. James had even tried to keep going, that was until he looked down and saw the blood bubbling out of the bullet wound. He’d fallen to the ground and crawled as far away as possible from the fighting, Amy had looked around herself and deciding that no-one would notice if she disappeared for a few seconds followed him.

» Posted By Ellen On 04.28.2013 @ 7:03 am


What a calamity. i literally can’t think. this is terrifying. i never expected this to happen and here we are. five days after the wedding and. calamity. there is literally no hope left and i doubt that i can come back after this. what happened happened, but i’m not sure if it should have. what could i have one differently? did i want to do anything differently? will we ever really know? maybe this was all for the best. maybe what i needed was to get away but this is a calamity and really it is nothing else.

» Posted By ellen On 03.25.2013 @ 7:13 pm


No one likes cities like Anastasia likes cities. She breathes them in; fills her lungs with big, gulping mouthfuls and still keeps coming back for more, like maybe she missed the best of it the first time around. She likes the noise and the bustle, the jostle of the crowd, the way you never see the same two faces two days in a row and that’s

» Posted By Ellen On 03.17.2013 @ 12:38 pm


So suddenly there were thousands and thousands and thousands of birds in the sky. A photographer took a picture. Black and white. Stark contrast. Only one bird was white. Somebody shot the bird out of the sky, and you can see it falling on film.

» Posted By Ellen On 01.03.2013 @ 7:21 am

lots of almonds fell on the ground after the accident. We don’t know why. It was a pity. Some of the shells split and cracked on the pavement and rolled am

» Posted By Ellen On 01.03.2013 @ 7:18 am


the date hangs
in the air
and the piece of work hangs before it
the chalkboard said tuesday
the letters stitched together by purple waves
and monday night
holds only hours
when really
days are necessary

» Posted By Ellen On 12.16.2012 @ 8:27 pm


part of my past that i remember most clearly was when my friend’s boyfriend had broken up with her at a big relay for life celebration. Me and my other friend were with her as she cried in the portapotty. i told her don’t worry it will just be part of your past one day.

» Posted By Ellen On 11.28.2012 @ 4:41 pm


you’re supposed to satisfy me. you should satisfy me. you’re pefect. but i’m not completely satisfied. why? i still want something else. i just can’t admit it aloud to even myself. why? why am i still holding onto something that rejected me? it’s not supposed to be like this! i’m supposed to move on and coninue with life. he did. he’s over it. why? why can’t we be together? why? the question of the hour.

» Posted By Ellen On 11.19.2012 @ 12:50 pm


once i spent four dollars on a necklace
it had broken pearls
yesterday i broke your pearls
and today i feel guilty
forgive me for breaking the pearls
and i will give you my necklace

» Posted By Ellen On 11.10.2012 @ 6:47 pm


Happiness. What even is it? It is so abstrast, so intangible, smoke through fingers, clutching at it, grasping for it. Chasing after happiness? Or letting it come to you, waiting?

» Posted By Ellen On 10.07.2012 @ 2:08 pm


The fabric falls across her cheek, so soft to the touch. And yet it is rough. So many at once. Like a swing across the trunk of a tree. Swinging in the breeze. Clouds overhead. Droplets falling down over the blades of grass. Soft and cool, new

» Posted By Ellen On 09.01.2012 @ 9:01 pm


I have friends. I do. Always have. But the problem is … they’re darlings. They’re my babies. I had five kids, so that I would have five friends. I wouldn’t need anyone to be my friend. But now I have five kids, and they have friends; friends that aren’t me. And I need to be more than just a friend to them. They have each other; I have no one. And now I’m alone more than ever.

» Posted By Ellen On 08.31.2012 @ 9:27 am


there are a lot of magazines that cover a huge number of topic bases. for the most part they are compendiums of colourful information on glossy paper, shorter than a book but longer than a pamphlet. there is a 21st century love of these to be on the topic of other peoples lives. My favourite magazine is Pick me up for the completely factual stories

» Posted By Ellen On 08.28.2012 @ 1:28 pm

whats happening
up to date

» Posted By Ellen On 08.28.2012 @ 11:22 am


a kitchen porter is a job i can’t have because i’m not entirely sure what it is. but im sure that would mean i wouldn’t get very far in the interview. that’s not a problem now anyway because i have a job and its so so . like everything. ups and downs.

» Posted By ellen On 08.18.2012 @ 3:17 pm


The doorknob turns, but the door doesn’t open. I try again, this time pushing my weight against the door too. Still nothing. I’m stuck. I begin to look around for something I can pry the door open with.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.13.2012 @ 4:07 pm


“Yeah, Lissa?”
“Maybe it’s time you let it go.”
Kat sat in silence pondering the astonishing complexity of that one small idea. Let go. Could she really? She knew she could. Would she? That’s where things get complicated.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.10.2012 @ 8:51 pm


No one ever stops to think about how mundane it is to be a turbine. I mean, the first few spins through the open air are enjoyable. Once the initial thrill has worn off, however, the rest kinda suck. Not because they aren’t important… More because I’ve seen it all before.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.09.2012 @ 10:17 pm


are nice, i used to have a pair. I think they should be in fashion again tbh. I love people who paint in overalls because it’s something that you always see in the movies. I prefer just plain denim overalls and not the coloured ones, they arn’t classics.

» Posted By Ellen On 07.08.2012 @ 7:37 am

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