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the eastern island was so beautiful that me and my husband decided to go there for out honey moon. the visitation was short but it was all the time we needed to decide wherre we wanted to spend the days after are wedding. we weren’t very ‘beachy’ people, we preffered woodsy places and this was perfect.
» Posted By Gillian On 11.04.2013 @ 1:22 pm
he grasped her hand as if it was the last thing he needed and he realized that life wasnt going on with out her. truely he saw beauty for what it was ..and he needed to share it with the entire world, he would.
» Posted By gillian On 02.19.2013 @ 4:50 pm
THey were both young. Yound, just saplings set in frosted ground, destined to grow, or destined to die. They were both precocious. Such potential in there young minds so full of pure lust, lust for life, lust for knowledge, lust for eachother. This is their youth.
» Posted By Gillian On 12.03.2012 @ 6:50 pm
It took me a while to realize what that exact sound was, then it hit me, a roar of a police car. Taken aback, I ran upstairs, and there she was, dead. She must have done it then called. I sunk down, crying slowly as the cops arrived.
» Posted By Gillian On 11.09.2012 @ 3:58 pm
Snuggles in bed. Tea. A book. My dog. Longing for it more than ever. The quietness that can only be found in nature. Love. Security. Everything I wish I had. Child’s laugh.
» Posted By Gillian On 08.20.2012 @ 2:53 pm
The soliders desperately tried to wrap the bandages around the privates bleeding leg, to no avail. Bleeding on the ground he looked up at all the people he had come to love and knew it was time to let go.
» Posted By Gillian On 07.13.2012 @ 7:46 am
erm, lillies are a flower. they are white i think and they smell of stuff. they are errrrrrrr, help me i don’t know what to write. errrrrr, they are big and flowery flowers that smell of flowers and flowery things. lilli is also a name.
» Posted By gillian On 01.08.2012 @ 12:19 pm
dull is when your professor takes 10 times longer than needed to explain something to you. it’s when you have expectations and they are let down. dull is boring. dull is when you would rather be asleep. dull is when you’d rather be somewhere else. dull is weak sauce. dull is affected by your attitude.
» Posted By Gillian On 10.17.2011 @ 3:04 pm
A cold piercing voice in my ear commanded me to bow. I used all my power to disobey his wish but it didn’t seem to work. Who was this man that could force the enforcer?
» Posted By Gillian On 07.15.2011 @ 12:49 am
If there is one thing that defines the world, it is history. There can’t be a present, or a future, without the past. With each second that passes, we are making history.
» Posted By Gillian On 06.23.2011 @ 8:23 pm
Hugged, loved, wanted needed. Friends in friendly embraces, Lovers in loving embraces. Love, always.
» Posted By Gillian On 06.14.2011 @ 10:42 am
She sat inside the telephone booth,
and his breath fogged up the glass.
She fumbled with his buttons as she headed towards the past.
With one eye on the telephone, and one on his skin,
she moaned ever so softly as someone walked in.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.24.2011 @ 5:14 pm
I stand. In a kitchen. Apron around my waist. My eyes are bright as I pull the pie, out from the hungry mouth of the steel beast. Steam wafts up, and my eyes are bright. I get ready to welcome my husband as he steps through the door. This must be living.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.19.2011 @ 5:48 pm
why hello there little one. Are you there, resting on my neck? Do you kiss, or bite? Sharp teeth, or soft tongue…are you both? Pain or beauty? I crane my neck, but i still cannot see.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.18.2011 @ 7:05 pm
i have a mole. Its on my neck. gently kissing it. maybe. or maybe its strangling me. maybe its full of hate, and disease, like a lover who turns out to be your ghost, like an embrace that ends with a knife in the back.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.18.2011 @ 7:01 pm
If there was one thing Ivan loved, it was vodka. He drank it like most people drank water. Heck, it practically was what flowed through his veins. Unfortunately, it was also what drove Toris away. His beloved sunflower gone, all because Ivan couldn’t resist the call of his dark pleasure. . .
» Posted By Gillian On 05.14.2011 @ 3:13 pm
Gilbert never planned to be a dad. He didn’t feel it would be right with his. . . situation. But when he walked into that hospital after Matthew called, saying that Rhue had given birth, he started thinking that maybe parenthood wouldn’t be so bad after all.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.08.2011 @ 11:55 am
Huge and hulking, lurching beasts, rampaging through the forests. Fighting, playing, play-fighting. Thick, calloused skin, bends around bony fingers and muscular legs. Rawr!
» Posted By Gillian On 05.04.2011 @ 3:10 am
Matthew thought Gilbert looked very sexy wearing that bandana. Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he saw no harm in admiring the red cloth tied around his albino /friend’s/ (Friend, yes. Friend. Friend. Friend. That was all they were. Really!) head.
Nope, no harm at all.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.02.2011 @ 11:25 am
The single fluorescent light bulb hung just above their heads. The light it cast was too bright and made shadows flicker eerily across the cement walls. “Is it true?” One of the men muttered, almost to himself. “Did you really kill somebody?” The other man glanced up once, twice, before answering.
» Posted By Gillian On 05.01.2011 @ 12:46 pm
It all started with a simple piece of clover. A four-leaf clover, to be exact. Two hands reached for it all at once, two hands brushed, two hands led to two people discovering just how much luck a four-leaf clover can really bring.
» Posted By Gillian On 04.30.2011 @ 6:16 pm
It was the first time he saw him. Kneeling in a field of clover was what had appeared to be an angel. Of course, he could blame a sudden sun glare for that.
But in those first few blinded moments, he fell in love.
» Posted By Gillian On 04.30.2011 @ 6:07 pm
i have no idea what it is; although it is a fun word? is it? it sounds like clever. Clever I know, Clover I don’t.
Is it food? character perhaps? oh i know, a leaf?
darn, i’m so messed up.
» Posted By gillian On 04.30.2011 @ 11:20 am
You always sang about everything, but you were never very good. You did everything half-assed, you wanted the fame, the girls, the money–not the music. What did that get for you? Nothing. You broke my heart into a million pieces. Music put you there. And you wrote about breaking my heart and everyone else’s hearts and it didn’t even faze you. I guess we’ll never know. Your songs never made sense anyways.
» Posted By Gillian On 02.13.2011 @ 8:33 pm
many editins are simply chapters reorganised, with one extra thing added. this is done for the purpose of ensuring students buy new editions and not old resold books.
» Posted By gillian On 01.15.2011 @ 10:39 pm
Oh god where d I begin, transporation something we humnas have lessend the time of but have made the earth pay for our convieniences, no other mammel get’s anything other than their own legs but humans get killing machines. Bravo.
» Posted By gillian On 12.01.2010 @ 3:51 pm
When I think of fued I think of Family Feud. I love that show. I kinda wanna be on it. I love how at the end they do those question things between two players. I would really want to be on that show for some reason. I also think about the war.
» Posted By Gillian On 11.04.2010 @ 9:28 am
when I think of siren I think of fire trucks. Wee woo wee woo. a fire a fire! help. i need help my kitty is stuck in my house! help!!!!!!!!!!!
» Posted By Gillian On 10.28.2010 @ 10:02 am
i think this is a beautifil word. it means like peacful or somthing i suck at spelling btw lol hehehehe I love the word serene it is nice sounding. I think I will go and be serene
» Posted By Gillian On 10.26.2010 @ 11:24 am
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I like weeks. I like how there is school during weeks. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday!!! I love weeks……. Tee Hee
» Posted By Gillian On 10.25.2010 @ 10:14 am