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As she walked out into the pouring rain, the drops of water trickled down her skin in a slow and uncaring fashion. Her eyeliner and mascara dripped down her face is a dreadful sea of black just like the raging emotions inside of her. Her clothes clung to her skin and her hair sent water falling to the ground at her slightest movement. She gazed at the puddle beneath her as the drops splashed into it.
» Posted By Gemma On 05.14.2017 @ 12:07 am
The city was asleep, dormant. Windows were darkened and the final glowing billboard went out for the night. The moon was high in the sky, and everyone was in dreamland.
But she was awake. She was alive with the night. She ran through the city with only her thoughts to guide her. “This moment, the one where nothing is awake, is the best moment there is” she thought to herself.
And she was right.
» Posted By Gemma On 04.08.2016 @ 11:53 am
Slippery, he slithered snake like into the bed, mouth open, reptile like. He placed his hand over her belly and felt the baby move inside her. His hand ducked lower, feeling further down until the soft peachiness of her skin was replaced by fuzz. He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her moan beneath him, he continued, she was enjoying it, responding. Her soft moan became deeper and then as she opened her eyes it became a scream.
» Posted By Gemma On 05.23.2015 @ 2:33 am
It opened and she couldn’t understand how. The house scared her, but she had to keep going. She wanted to turn over every stone, leaving nothing unturned. This was her chance, her single chance to open every single door. So as it creaked open, with seemingly no help, she swallowed her fear and entered the house. This was her one chance at finding out what happened.
» Posted By Gemma On 07.21.2013 @ 7:24 am
They said it was taboo. All of them. I fell in love with my brother yes, but it’s hardly taboo. What is taboo about love? Nothing.
At least not in my eyes.
My brother said the same. They are all wrong.
I’ll show them taboo.
I’ll show them all.
» Posted By Gemma On 05.13.2013 @ 2:29 pm
Methods are ways in which you do something. It is also a cleaning product brand. The word “method” makes me think of strategic plans and creative ways to go about life: looking at things with a different perspective.
» Posted By Gemma On 12.09.2012 @ 6:10 pm
this is not far from me, just around the corner in fact, a place I rarely visit in my quest to explore and travel to further shores
» Posted By gemma On 11.27.2012 @ 1:39 am
Everything has a number, a value assigned to it, about who and what it has to be. I don’t like the word measured. We should be free, not stuck in a routine like this – being measured at every minute of our lives.
» Posted By Gemma On 11.14.2012 @ 12:10 pm
The arts. Painting, drawing, singing, music, acting, everything is art.
Art is beautiful.
Everything is beautiful.
I just wish that me, and everybody around me could see that.
I don’t like who I am, but I guess that’s just art.
» Posted By Gemma On 11.14.2012 @ 12:08 pm
I was using a playing card to brush my teeth but it wasn’t working too well. I think a toothbrush may have been a better choice but I didn’t think to use one. It was a red one, with diamonds on it, if that information is worth anything.
» Posted By Gemma On 11.05.2012 @ 11:13 am
Oriana’s football team and marching band. Competitions, missing seeing Kevin, the beach, Old Saybrook, failed romance, one of many. It always happens that way, until now. Matt, conducting, fame and fortune may or may not come but what do we care. We may end up somewhere together.
» Posted By Gemma On 10.20.2012 @ 5:47 pm
Even though the entrance seemed, well, shabby, it held some sort of spell about it. It seemed overflowing with knowledge of the world…no. That couldn’t be. It was just an open door.
» Posted By Gemma On 10.17.2012 @ 4:57 pm
class middle lower school looking-up on the bright side positive hierarchy scaling down high direction half full above supper
» Posted By Gemma On 10.14.2012 @ 1:37 pm
she was walking through the hallway, scared halfway out of her mind. she was about to claim her prize
» Posted By Gemma On 09.20.2012 @ 6:57 am
carbon filled the air chocking me, intoxicating my heart. My head crashed to the floor leaving the light nothing but empty and dark.
» Posted By gemma On 08.26.2012 @ 12:26 pm
I didn’t decide until I felt it was worth the repercussions to do so. It took a long time. I did love you. I love you both. BUt you can’t keep switching your fundmanetal character, your ideals, your opinions of me, of every superflorus thing.
» Posted By gemma On 06.11.2012 @ 7:09 pm
swing. batter batter swing. take the commotion of it, knock it out of the canal. move it. touch it. hard. confiscate all knowledge of the moment and hit.
» Posted By gemma On 06.10.2012 @ 9:20 pm
staples are little pieces of metal that you can attach two or more pieces of paper with. a staple food is a food that you can put into any meal or any day. a staple person is someone who is always there, and fits into any group of people. but maybe, just maybe, a staple person is a bad thing to me. don’t you want to be someone special?
» Posted By Gemma On 03.17.2012 @ 12:51 pm
pastel is the color of easter and the color of spring. Pastel is lavender and baby blue and soft greens. Pastel is the pretty yellow on a 2 year old girl’s dress. Pastel is babies and children and grass and summer. Pastel is all things soft and all things joyful. Pastel is a shade of a color.
» Posted By Gemma On 03.16.2012 @ 11:09 pm
delicous bubbles on my tongue make my head fizz and scream celebration I am in ecstacy! This delectable drink is exactly what i need to start the party and put myself on course for an evening of fun.
» Posted By Gemma On 01.03.2012 @ 6:08 am
life is a combination of random events which link different people, these combinations make for an interesting thing as an a single individual thing becomes much greater through its link to another element. In joining two great things a third greater thing is produced which is a wonderful and random act.
» Posted By Gemma On 11.04.2011 @ 5:04 am
kangaroos have pouches. They carry there young in it. People use pouches to put other things in such as cigarettes, money, etc. They are usually small and can fit inside your pocket.
» Posted By Gemma On 09.16.2011 @ 1:13 pm
One day I’ll succeed, I’ll climb that ladder of success, far above the glass ceiling, far above my parent’s failures and the success of my peers, I;ll climb so high, the sky will belong to only me. I will claim it as my own. I will win in the end.
» Posted By Gemma On 08.18.2011 @ 5:46 am
gay guys who are very flamyboyant and efeminate. Girly guys and trannies.
» Posted By gemma On 05.04.2011 @ 10:07 pm
» Posted By gemma On 04.05.2011 @ 9:49 am
One word is an amazing place? Maybe I should investigate further into it? Maybe I should see what it actually is. I wonder what I achieve by clicking it and writing about it? I don’t know. But after this sixty seconds is over I shall find out what it really is. Hopefully, I’ll see that this has hopefully been worth it. Worth the joy.
» Posted By Gemma On 04.05.2011 @ 1:24 am
the final exam is coming. it’s so soon. I haven’t studied. Maybe if I read the bookst by next week I will be fine. Gosh who needs to know about meat. It’s not like essential or somemething. Is it? well perhaps.
» Posted By Gemma On 03.03.2011 @ 12:05 pm
a place where you develop photos. i wish we had one at my high school because the process of developing photos has always interested me. i like the scene in vicky cristina barcelona when they are in the darkroom.
» Posted By Gemma On 02.01.2011 @ 11:18 pm
trees blowing in the wind so fast they just might lose control
hanging lonely from the dangerously beautiful willow
» Posted By gemma On 12.07.2010 @ 3:25 pm
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“Alright, alright,” a man with short, dark brown hair says. “Let’s get this straight- what’s here that’s on the market?”
» Posted By Gemma On 11.14.2010 @ 7:10 am