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My mom loves to be crafty. When I was little we would buy all sorts of things to do crafts together and it was always a great time. We now refer to all of the old craft stuff as crap stuff, which we think is hilarious for some reason. I still like to craft sometimes, but I don’t find time for it as often as I did when I was younger. I think that crafting helps build the imagination in kids and that is super important. It was definitely a large part of my childhood.
» Posted By Erika On 08.15.2018 @ 8:23 am
This is an interesting word for today because I have been very interested in my shadow self. I was very negative today. It was my day off from work and my mom wanted to go give presents to my cousins. I did not want to see family, however. It makes me uncomfortable because I am not close to any of my other relatives.
» Posted By Erika On 12.05.2017 @ 7:08 pm
Rapunzel got ready to hit the strange man with the defiant jaw line. She didn’t want to admit it, but she held onto the thought that he was quite handsome. Either way, he saw that his eyes were beginning to blink open, so she immediately swung the pan to him. His face swung back and forth, impacted by the big hit that caused him to close his eyes again. And as the chair was swinging back and forth along with his face, he collapsed.
» Posted By Erika On 06.13.2017 @ 5:39 pm
When people control you and tell you what to do, it makes you feel trapped. Feeling trapped can be excruciating because it feels like you’re out of control. Being out of control is maddening and can make you want to quit everything. What a strange feeling to want to have control over something but the thought of your lack of control makes you paralyzed?
» Posted By Erika On 02.12.2017 @ 4:24 pm
Fix it. She had to fix it, and if she didn’t, it’d all go to hell, wouldn’t it?! Alaina sucks in a deep breath, her fingers hovering over the touchscreen on her phone. She re-reads his text, over, and over, the words swirling and jumbling in her head. “I’m sorry, there’s someone else”- She can’t breathe, she’s drowning, can’t he see? “I’m so sorry, what did I do, I’ll make it up to you,” she wants to write back, but instead she squares her shoulders and closes her eyes and deletes him from her contacts.
» Posted By Erika On 01.01.2017 @ 11:51 pm
The market was a place she knew.
It smelled of home – it smelled of fish, of food, of support.
Her fingers longed to touch various items as she walked by, but instead, she remained a shadow in the shade of the canopies above.
» Posted By Erika On 05.25.2016 @ 4:04 pm
I deserve to be happy because I am alive. I am alive because I have a choice. My choice is to love. I love to be with you. You are eery part of me. Me: happy and alive by choice; loving you with every part of me.
» Posted By Erika On 09.24.2015 @ 2:27 pm
a director’s chair
brightly dyed hair
and cartoon monsters
Audrey Hepburn’s cigarette
her classic poses
» Posted By Erika On 09.14.2015 @ 10:12 pm
He backed me into the wall. “So are you going to do it?” The man said, holding the broken end of a bottle nearly inches away from my face. “Or do you want me to break that pretty face of yours?”
» Posted By Erika On 07.22.2015 @ 8:13 pm
i want to know about it. to learn about it and see what it is. i want to surround myself with it and fall in love with it. i want to take it and use it to define who i am and what i am. its lovely, its cool, its something i simply like. it appeals to me and i can appreciate it.
» Posted By erika On 05.20.2015 @ 12:32 pm
This word makes me think of my mother and the batshit crazy diet shit that she worries about on a daily basis. Diet to her means not eating for days and then binging on whatever food someone else is making. It drives me insane to hear her talk about how she only eats salads for lunch and then watch her scarf down her weight in whatever is within reach.
» Posted By Erika On 03.09.2015 @ 1:02 pm
she quietly tiptoed through the dark house. she didnt kno where she was going or how to get there but the voice inside her head just told her to keep moving. she wasnt sure why but the feeling in her gut told her to keep quiet, to tread as silently as she could or else terrible things would happen. and so she braced herself against the wall and inched slowly forward.
» Posted By erika On 07.26.2014 @ 7:06 pm
Compound fracture. That’s what my heart suffers from. Break, break, break. They accumulate. No cast can repair that. No spell can bring it back.
» Posted By Erika On 11.08.2013 @ 10:24 am
uhhhh something that’s made more beautiful or attractive
» Posted By erika On 06.20.2013 @ 10:26 pm
i;m not really sure what destined means. i assume its like to with hold soemthing of an action? but yea i would destine myself from making myself look like a fool.
» Posted By erika On 03.26.2013 @ 9:33 pm
i returned to school after the doctors. returned is past tense for return i returned the books to Mrs. Puma.
» Posted By Erika On 03.08.2013 @ 5:51 am
This is weird.
I was anticipating some bleeding to happen anytime before this month ends.
Girls understand that, guys get engrossed.
PMS symptoms. check.
» Posted By erika On 02.27.2013 @ 8:12 am
When I think about being weathered I think of sort of how I feel about high school now that I’m a senior. The whole scene is weathered, like.. I don’t like most of the kids here, and I’m ready for the next step, the next chapter in my life. I don’t like doing “high school” things like go to dances or parties. I’m really ready for it to be over. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not though.
» Posted By Erika On 02.21.2013 @ 12:05 am
Whether the weather be hot
Whether the weather be cold
You weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Mother Earth, You’ll survive
We might not.
» Posted By Erika On 02.20.2013 @ 2:20 pm
I was presented with a paper the second to last day of class. It wasn’t mine, but it somehow had my name on it. I don’t even remember writing it. I looked it over silently, trying not to let the perplexity I was feeling wiggle itself onto my facial expressions. This paper was not marred with red markings as they usually were.
» Posted By Erika On 12.11.2012 @ 6:52 am
The queen will rise, the queen will fall. We all topple over and enjoy the fall.It’s dark and cold and kind of nice. No more reigning power and ice.
» Posted By Erika On 11.29.2012 @ 5:59 pm
One time I received a great award. It was the Highest Academic Excellence award for all four years of middle school. There were two awards given: one to the most achieved girl and one to the most achieved boy. It was a great honor to receive. I felt so proud of myself and all the hard work I had put into my academic career in middle school. I still have the
» Posted By erika On 11.20.2012 @ 4:23 pm
they play with themselves like toys
like they’re worth something
like a child could love them
a child can and will not love them
only other narcissists can
» Posted By erika On 11.09.2012 @ 8:32 am
there is space here.
a glass with mass
filled with the empty shadows
of broken bottles
how much appreciation was once infiltrated in our bodies
now we are doors to openess
with a thick odor of surrender
how often does it take
for one to realize how much
the rooms never needed to be filled
in the first place.
» Posted By Erika On 10.09.2012 @ 11:05 am
I hadn’t been home in three days. How could they possibly claim i was the one who had told her? I hadn’t told her anything. I didn’t find out until last night, and thats why im home now.
» Posted By Erika On 09.20.2012 @ 9:06 am
When people are claimed it just pisses me off. Like, who are you to CLAIM someone damn it? You don’t tear a fucking chain out of your hand and then strap it onto their souls do you? And plus, who the fuck CLAIMED that we nothing compared to money?
» Posted By Erika On 09.19.2012 @ 3:40 pm
Together. That is one of the most important themes that you can discover within the books that we love. This togetherness may involve just two people or perhaps an ensemble. Together is completeness and keeps the story together. But this relationship is the most important factor in a book and often keeps us reading.
» Posted By Erika On 09.17.2012 @ 12:33 pm
Together is all about being with one another. In the case of writing in a fantasy world, our characters will always be together. They are a team who will rely on one another in order to accomplish a mission. The most important part of a story is its characters, and that ensemble of characters is critical.
» Posted By Erika On 09.17.2012 @ 12:21 pm
Use to be blind to the racism and hatred I received. Now not so much. It hurts thinking about it and thinking about all the people that I’ve hurt by picking up that horrible mindset.
» Posted By Erika On 09.16.2012 @ 8:06 am
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She stared at her reflection, the one she hadn’t seen in years. The blindness had taken over, keeping her from seeing the beauty of the world. 84 years she had seen the world, and now it was only darkness. Some would find solitude here, but she only hated seeing nothing. Her face was a mystery now. And she hated it.
» Posted By Erika On 09.15.2012 @ 1:17 pm