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stabbed

The police found the man slumped in a chair in the corner of the living room with a knife plunged into his chest.

» Posted By Ginny On 01.09.2016 @ 12:34 pm

meow

There is a cat that is cute and like to play with people. Her favorite thing to do is sleeping and eating. When she is eating, she always says “meow”.

» Posted By Ginny On 07.22.2013 @ 7:47 pm

breath

the air i breath, hot , sticky, caught in the throat, barely there, sometimes silent, but sometimes so loud, panting, refreshing, connected to mind???, beautiful, lifesource, control, sing, breath, amazing, incredible, hot, cold, able to manipulate it

» Posted By Ginny On 09.27.2012 @ 5:51 pm

harness

the harness doesn’t look particularly safe or stable, but you laugh as my face turns from discomfort to downright fear as they walk me toward the edge of the platform. and there is the expanse of jungle that i will be sailing over, almost guaranteed to fall to my death. “No,” I say, “I don’t think I can do this.” You frown and say, “You can. I’ll meet you over there. I promise.”
I take a deep breath and let them push me, and then i am flying.

» Posted By Ginny On 07.03.2012 @ 8:17 am

saturday

it was a saturday when the wicker chair broke. we were drinking coffee on the porch and my boyfriend peter sat down in it, and it just collapsed. it wasn’t because peter was heavy, it was just worn and aged and even if my little brother sat in it it would have broken. we could have warned him, but it was too late. peter was trying to stifle a laugh, while my mother tried to stifle a cry. “I’m sorry,” he said, regretful. “I didn’t know. I’ll buy you a new one-”
“But you can’t,” my mother said, more to her coffee than to him. “You can’t buy history and memories, so just leave it be and take the other seat.”
he took the other seat, and that was the last time we all had coffee together.

» Posted By Ginny On 06.29.2012 @ 5:12 pm

keen

peachy keen, isn’t it? no. because I am here studying for a math final that i will surely fail, and nobody likes me or my company, and i am just realizing how much of a nobody i am. so i will turn to my characters and my songs and tell jack’s mannequin to sing me to sleep, and i will go wake up at six am to take a bio test, and then wait at school until math, surely alone and in the company of people who don’t give a crap. awesome.

» Posted By Ginny On 06.18.2012 @ 7:06 pm

brief

the conversation is brief but it lasts with me throughout the day. i cant get your smile out of my head, the one that lit up my heart and my eyes and my own smile. the day sucked before we started talking. i was ready to curl up into a ball and just scream but talking to you makes things a lot better. i’m happy i know you. i should tell you. im really, just, happy.

» Posted By Ginny On 06.12.2012 @ 10:40 pm

retrieve

i retrieved my hat from you, and you asked why the hell i was wearing a hat anyway, so i told you the honest truth. i was having a “bad hair day.” and you laughed and said it wouldn’t matter anyway, because even when my hair is up in knots and tangles it still looks fine. i ask you what you mean by “fine ” but you just snatch the hat back and run across the schoolyard, and i don’t even care that the first bell has rung, because i would rather be a little kid like this again.

» Posted By Ginny On 05.24.2012 @ 8:37 pm

luggage

he grabbed his luggage and started to make his way toward me, but i couldn’t even wait any longer, so i ran for the first time since the doctor told me to stop running and threw my arms around him and he dropped that stupid luggage to spin me around. and i knew we were being the cliche couple in the airport, but i haven’t felt at home since i left the track, and this might be just a little bit better.

» Posted By Ginny On 05.11.2012 @ 7:39 pm

tasting

I was tasting the ice cream when he told me that he’d buy me as many cones as my heart desired. But I told him I only wanted one. So I chose the rocky road and he paid the whole two bucks fifty for it, and we went on a long walk. And even without that rocky road, I’d be more than okay.

» Posted By Ginny On 05.07.2012 @ 8:59 pm

hallowed

the tree was hallowed, but that didn’t make it mean any less.
that’s what you told me, because you thought you had turned into shakespeare overnight.
so i left you by that stupid tree and told you to go find someone who will fall for your stupid metaphors and similies and all that good crap, because i know how to use words properly, and maybe you should learn, too.

» Posted By Ginny On 04.30.2012 @ 1:48 pm

sliver

The sliver of light slipped underneath the door, and i sat in my cave of solitude, I knew you two were sitting have an intellectual conversation about the presidential candidates and how she thinks that evolution isn’t true, and then it turns to personal matters and I wish i would come up in the conversation, whether you say you love me or hate me, i just want to make you feel something.
That’s too much to ask for, i suppose, so i’ll sit here alone again and not dare to open the door, because you would kick me out. All your friends are in there, but poor little me isn’t allowed to be graced with your glorified words.

» Posted By Ginny On 04.29.2012 @ 7:50 am

balloons

every single balloon was pink and i absolutely hated it. what about green and blue and red and purple and white and black and orange and yellow? didn’t they get a chance? but no, because I am a girl and girls have pink balloons at their birthday parties even when they are sixteen years old. and all the boys will look at all the pink and think they’re at a baby shower. so thanks. a little variation wouldn’t have killed you.

» Posted By Ginny On 04.27.2012 @ 8:37 pm

gladiator

I remember when she thought she was the hippest sixth grader with her gladiator sandals, because she was into greek mythology at the time. Times have changed I guess, as gladiator sandals became a trend and I suppose so did she.
And as I look into the future, I don’t even know what I should be seeing.

» Posted By Ginny On 04.25.2012 @ 1:02 pm

chapped

His lips are chapped. I guess it was from all the time he spends with the other girls in the hallways between classes, never seen but always talked about. I don’t care enough to say anything about them as he leans in close enough that I can smell the spearmint of his recently discarded gum, instead I just let my eyes wander from those stupid chapped lips to the bright blue of the windows to his soul. You know, songs always talk about the guys with the blue eyes, and they’re freaking right. And so he laughs and I can still smell the spearmint and so I laugh too and we’re just laughing and then it occurs to me that those lips are chapped from just smiling so wide.
So I lean in and kiss them.

» Posted By Ginny On 04.24.2012 @ 12:48 pm

sleeve

i am wearing a shirt and i like it. it is my favorite sweater. it is green and has sort of long sleeves. I wear it too much. but tonight I wore it with a skirt to look hipster. I wish i was a hipster which is how I know I’m not one. I saw a hipster go to the grocery store yesterday. I think he was vegan and rode his bike and had saddle bags. I couldn’t find the rice vinegar at Food Lion.

» Posted By Ginny On 12.15.2011 @ 9:15 pm

gown

the gown wasn’t finished yet

oh it was laced with gold and blue, sown with the sky and sun

it had green and browns of earth and stone

and purples of the darkest cave in the darkest night

but it lacked someone to wear it out

» Posted By ginny On 12.11.2011 @ 11:38 am

left

There was no choice. I was all that was left. So I ducked my head and stepped out of my cave.

» Posted By ginny On 11.15.2011 @ 11:49 am

prints

He ran print after print after print.

All could do was stare as the papers came out

stare as they were sold

changed hands

were read, everywhere

and watch as the lies spread.

» Posted By ginny On 11.09.2011 @ 11:15 am

suppose

I suppose I should tell him how I really feel. He loves me so much more than I love him . . . I suppose. We are supposed to be best friends and lovers, but how can I love him when I feel like he doesn’t respect me?

» Posted By Ginny On 10.04.2011 @ 8:57 am

edge

Lupita gazed over the cliff’s edge. The water was rushing below as an unstoppable force. The wind whipped her hair and stung her eyes. The edge seemed sharp beneath her feet as she danced with danger. The world was concentrated on this one moment as she lept forward.

» Posted By Ginny On 10.03.2011 @ 9:15 am

port

there are USB ports in the computers for my computer and careers class. That class is stupid, and i would maybe sleep through it if you weren’t sitting next to me. not that you speak much. not that you particularly like me. Not that you even think i’m sane. Not that you actually would ever, ever, ever, think about me outside of class.
That’s okay, though.
That’s okay.

» Posted By Ginny On 09.22.2011 @ 2:04 pm

distinguished

he was a distinguished gentleman, this i was sure. he wore a blue tie and polished shoes and his hair was always a bit out-of place, but still sophisticated. he had half the girls in school crushing on him, despite the fact that he was fifteen years older than they were.
he leaned over the desk and said, “I suppose we should talk about your punishment.”
I cringed. that’s what made me hate him so much.

» Posted By Ginny On 09.10.2011 @ 4:27 pm

ant

I am but an ant. You can step on me if you wish, crush me with your words. I am the one to get the leftovers, those last few crumbs from the picnic. I am the one that is shooed away, “We don’t want you here!” I am that kind of girl. I am the ant.
I am the one not thought of, i am the one that bothers the others but will never understand just how much so. Ants don’t speak English. I don’t speak your language.
I am that kind of girl.
I am the ant.

» Posted By Ginny On 09.05.2011 @ 11:48 am

discovery

I once made a discovery in my own backyard, that there was a secret tunnel dug all the way through into your yard. It was very dark, and not very long, but we used it to go back and forth between our two houses and nobody could stop us. This was the way it was in my dreams, at least, behind my boarded up door to my bedroom.

» Posted By Ginny On 08.12.2011 @ 12:40 pm

wings

i wish i had wings. wings could take me any place i wanted to go. they could take me away from here for a few minutes of solitude. maybe i would see you walking along, and i would land. there’s something about you that makes me… miss you. i’m not sure. hearing about you all the time, it’s sort of odd, knowing you found someone else, and I’m just… nobody.
maybe i wouldn’t see you. i’d just fly, fly straight out of here.

» Posted By Ginny On 08.01.2011 @ 6:43 am

sticks

“sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!”
Lily screamed the saying loudly, so all the bullies on the playground could hear her. But the little girl with the braids continued, “You’re a geek!” And the boy with the fancy sneakers, “You’re ugly!” And the girl with the green dress, “You have no friends!”
Sticks and stones could break her bones, but she was already skipping off to the big red slide, because their words hadn’t hurt her.

» Posted By Ginny On 07.17.2011 @ 7:53 pm

braid

the girl with the long braid sat under the tree, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a book sprawled out in front of her. the wondrous world of harry potter filled her mind as she took a bite, turned the page, and fell back into her utterly brilliant perfect day.

» Posted By Ginny On 07.01.2011 @ 8:19 pm

history

history never repeats…
I do not believe this. History always repeats. the history of us repeated several times, didn’t it? Friendship, awkwardness, friendship, awkwardness…
History class, with our square of sanity. I love it… i am rambling on and on and on.
History never repeats.

» Posted By Ginny On 06.23.2011 @ 8:12 pm

cells

they were all in their own cells, complete with a toilet and a bed held to the wall with chains. i strolled down the hallway, a guard on either side of me, until they finally stopped and said, “This is him.”
I turned to my right to see the man i once loved, now unshaven, groggy and completely evil looking, sitting on the bed as if the world had ended. and maybe it had.

» Posted By Ginny On 06.21.2011 @ 1:08 pm

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