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An error. Accident. The Fault in our Stars… I know that’s pretty lame. Sports- as in tennis fault. I think of faulted as made a mistake. An oopsies. But not the end of the world.
» Posted By Frances On 10.15.2015 @ 4:49 pm
The sky was black, the air harsh and stinging my eyes. I felt a little sick with it, with the smell of it, the taste of it in my mouth. I wasn’t used to the city. Maybe I never would be; I had been here so long, yet still I felt this way every morning when I stepped outside. I missed blue skies, white clouds. I missed rolling fields. I missed life.
» Posted By Frances On 02.26.2015 @ 1:09 pm
cubs are cute! i think of being in africa when i think of a cub. looking at the baby leopards feasting on a dead buck… sounds disgusting and morbid. but this is actually a good memory. it makes me think of being with my dad, and enjoying being in the bush together as a family. that always makes him happy.
» Posted By frances On 12.03.2014 @ 6:06 pm
He was tutoring the young woman in the art of love. At least he thought he was. It is probably more the truth, that she was tutoring him in the art of seduction. He was under her spell but he didn’t know it.
» Posted By frances On 07.25.2014 @ 8:38 am
i dont know how to feel about this. god though. this is weird. i was LITERALLY just talking to my mom about religion and how i didn’t understand it. what is god? he, she, it, nothing? who knows? but maybe thats the point? not to know. to put your faith in something else that, in turn, gives you strength.
» Posted By frances On 04.03.2014 @ 12:58 pm
i feel very strange about the word security. what does it mean? money, safety? what? are those things related.. or are they fully separate entities? i can never tell. i do know that security is something to be desired. right now i want security from love. it seems ill never find it though. not what im looking for at least….
» Posted By frances On 03.30.2014 @ 7:23 am
trenches you are down in a ditch and trying to get out. you are working hard to get out of a difficult problem. usually your life will depend on it. Or it
» Posted By frances On 01.03.2014 @ 8:02 am
Exactly. Some kids liked a challenge, but some like a challenge too much. The boy of around 20 was still working. Nothing, in his opinion could be truly infinite. So you should be able to work out Pi exactly. Millions and millions of numbers of the pi were written down in front of him, and he was responsible for at least a few thousand of them. But he knew he could still calculate more. He could be the one to work out Pi exactly. He just needed more time.
It wasn’t even like it was that hard. A simple enough formulae, discovered a few years back, all he had to do was keep increasing the degree of accuracy. Already he’d surpassed the capability of nearly all modern computers and calculators, and certainly all he had access too. So now he was stuck doing it himself. Every single degree he moved up he had to quadruple check using at least three different methods.
» Posted By Frances On 01.02.2014 @ 10:18 am
Most people collect random trinkets. Things they were gifted so many times it just became something they collected. Not me though. I have a collection, a collection of things I’m holding in my heart, things that won’t let me sleep.
» Posted By Frances On 07.06.2013 @ 9:43 pm
i had every reason, every longing, i thought of it often. but i always had work, or i had to go to that bar with that person, or i had to clip my toenails. so i didn’t. i thought you probably knew anyways. so i put it off. you died and i never fucking told you.
» Posted By frances On 07.03.2013 @ 6:43 pm
who is god up above, is he love? or someone else? is he all that we have conjured? i hope not. what is he? is he a man, a thing, a different sort of being? is he human? i hope not.
» Posted By frances On 07.01.2013 @ 4:07 pm
If I had any clout at all, he would be publicly humiliated in front of all who know him and I would finally, finally be shown to be the poor, long suffering partner of a scum sucking maggot.
» Posted By Frances On 05.24.2013 @ 3:10 am
I would like to hold you in my arms again and sing you a lullaby. But I can’t. You would no longer fit into my arms anyway and knowing that is like a wound.
» Posted By Frances On 05.20.2013 @ 4:37 am
Dominant….. I don’t know, when a person is stronger than another, I am sure it’s a word written a lot in 50 Shades of Grey, perhaps I should give it a go! What is the opposite of dominant, weak? submissive???????
» Posted By Frances On 10.09.2012 @ 1:28 pm
Kerrie was so angry, she could not help making a big scene about it. Everyone was mystified. Why was she acting like that? What bee got under her bonnet? I suspected there was more underneath the surface that would explain her reaction. I wondered if she was frustrated with all the interviews that never panned out. I wondered if she was jealous of Bridget. Was there some territorial bitchy jealous thing going on? Her outburst was uncomfortable and embarrassing for all. Thank goodness, Fran chimed in to smooth things out. Fran is always the diplomat, the peacekeeper, with a Masters degree in “middle child skills”.
» Posted By Frances On 10.05.2012 @ 2:21 pm
-based life forms floating questionable in space, what for?
» Posted By Frances On 08.26.2012 @ 10:50 pm
She was his other half. They couldn’t live without each other. They say when the gods made the world, every person had four arms, four legs and two faces. When the gods realized the humans were too strong, they split them in half, and these two now came to realize that they had found their other half.
» Posted By Frances On 08.22.2012 @ 6:48 am
The principal eyed me as if he had a strong idea that I was indeed a trouble maker. He marked me with his eyes like he would time and time again mark down my actions. The actions he determined in me with his grey eyes. Sadly I saw the distorted potential he guessed in me and I had not dared challenge him.
» Posted By frances On 07.29.2012 @ 12:12 pm
I absoultly love jelly but the other day I just found out that it has beef in it – and I’m a vegetarian – oh no! I seriously love this stuff so I have found myself to be in a bit of a situation. I guess I will have to find a brand of jelly that doesnt have beef in it :(
» Posted By Frances On 06.06.2012 @ 11:04 pm
the toast is warm in my hand, and the night is humid, but the sweetness on top is cool and silky against my tongue. i hold a cup of tea and when i kiss him goodbye, i taste the preserved grapes on his tongue
» Posted By Frances On 06.06.2012 @ 6:58 pm
And on that bright Sunday morning, the caterpillar transformed into a majestic butterfly. “Oh, why hello there flower! How are you today?” said the butterfly as he swiftly flew towards the plant. Then he paused to have some scrumptious nectar. Yum.
» Posted By Frances On 05.27.2012 @ 5:48 pm
disregard — to be ignored, unnoticed, unimportant. Easy to disregard things we don’t want to care about, see, can’t appreciate, hate, are scared of….hard to let go of feeling disregarded in any way
» Posted By frances On 05.13.2012 @ 2:58 pm
Red as a jewel of blood
Like a book I read when i was a kid
Like something in smoke that shouldn’t be
It’s beautiful dark
All along the way I saw the ruby
and I thought back to when I was young
When I was a child.
That was when my mother
she was a ruby too.
» Posted By Frances On 04.06.2012 @ 4:11 pm
why do i always
always have alcohol
i am underage
i mean alcohol as the word of course
not coursing through my systems
esther stares at me
with a look of interest as she tries
to repair a gluestick
but it is broken
just like one is, after they finish alcohol.
» Posted By frances On 01.02.2012 @ 12:20 pm
I am a left type of person. I wright with my left hand. Walk with my left foot predominantly. I am a lefty.
» Posted By Frances On 11.15.2011 @ 7:32 pm
sometimes I have a brainstorm and I write for hours. It’s not instantaneous because writing is hard but it’s awesome. I never really get the whole OH I GET IT NOW thing cause that rarely happens. Over time i learn and become good at things. Sometimes I see something I haven’t seen in a while and realize I now know what it was talking about but that’s because shit has happened since I last saw it.
» Posted By Frances On 11.02.2011 @ 10:13 am
I already wrote about comfort. There were lice. It’s not comforting to think that the first time I wrote about this there were lice. What does that say about me? Am I obsessed with lice? What is wrong with me? I mean, at least I have a plan for if I’m ever starving on the streets, but still. Lice?
» Posted By Frances On 10.22.2011 @ 9:58 pm
Porridge is cold comfort to a man used to hot stew, but a warm comfort for a man used to eating lice that he picks off his own daughter’s head, because after all, they have to eat something, and lice cultivation is relatively easy. If they could fry them they would but if they had oil or a pan or fire they’d probably eat all those things before they’d eat the lice.
» Posted By Frances On 10.22.2011 @ 7:21 pm
The elastic bands that i use in my hair always break after I use them too much. They should really make those things more durable, because dancers always break them…. such a problem.
» Posted By Frances On 08.11.2011 @ 9:54 am
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I love driving places, especially when you are in a mood to just be thinking. Drive somewhere, and get it all through your head. Or maybe even blast the music and sing out loud to your favorite song. My favorite part about driving is getting to the place that I’m going, because there is always a destination. And I’m always so impatient to get there.
» Posted By Frances On 08.09.2011 @ 11:43 am