Comments Posted By Hunter
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I quilted a quilt this afternoon all by myself without any help because i know how to quilt, totally
» Posted By Hunter On 04.09.2018 @ 9:39 am
I think this is a good word to use. We need to be able to listen carefully to each other so that we are sound
» Posted By hunter On 09.13.2017 @ 4:08 am
The middle finger is a good finger don’t point it at your parents.haha your in the middle. lets play monkey in the middle. you sit in the middle seat. i call the middle bed. i use the middle computer for work. you need to fix the middle button on the controller.
» Posted By Hunter On 08.31.2016 @ 8:39 am
I dropped my keys in the lake. i lost my keys at school. i locked my keys in the car. i broke one of my keys to my house. i dropped one of my keys in the restroom.
» Posted By Hunter On 08.30.2016 @ 9:45 am
to form a circuit you need a battery and some wire combine them to form a circuit
» Posted By Hunter On 08.29.2016 @ 9:15 am
painter joe was a pro and he was painting my house for 50$ That’s Cheap
» Posted By Hunter On 08.24.2016 @ 6:27 am
The painter jo Painted my house Red with blood on the windows and knives on the floor
» Posted By Hunter On 08.23.2016 @ 11:28 am
Hi Could you go get me some ice cream. could you go pick up my xbox one game for tomorrow.
» Posted By Hunter On 08.23.2016 @ 11:26 am
this is what happens when you are re doing something that happened earlier.
» Posted By hunter On 09.17.2015 @ 10:38 am
this is what you are if you are the opposite of the mother. you are the second caretaker of a child that is yours.
» Posted By hunter On 09.16.2015 @ 10:30 am
this is what you are if you spend a lot of time out in the sun.
» Posted By hunter On 09.14.2015 @ 10:37 am
the kinda witch that lives in a hut and makes curses and stuff, she usually make potions and doesn’t really talk to anyone
» Posted By hunter On 09.03.2015 @ 10:44 am
The plane was full and crowded and people chatted in hushed voices. I sat near the window, my head leaned against the little oval frame. My headphones hummed soft indie records into my mind and I couldn’t help but be more content in this small moment in my life than I had ever been before. A pressure on my hand drew me from my wistful wanderings. He sat in the seat next to me, his hand still laced with mine where it hadn’t moved since he fell into a quick nap. Now he was stirring again, gently squeezing me fingers to grasp reality and shake his dreams away. I watched him silently; the casual mess of his hair, his scruffy jaw (that was at that moment pulled wide in a lofty yawn) and his eyes, bright and hazey with sleep. They fell on me and grinned. The pilot announced we would be landing shortly. He leaned over to place a kiss on my cheek and I fell away into my thoughts again. Yes, I am perfectly content.
» Posted By Hunter On 01.09.2015 @ 3:01 pm
The man went to the store to get some food, he saw another lady hurting and poor needing the same item. One problem remained tho, there was only one left on the shelf. The man knocked her down took it and ran. When he was running to his car he trip and fell breaking his neck, he was pronounced dead at the scene.
» Posted By Hunter On 10.14.2014 @ 6:06 am
To sweep a room. A cleaning tool.
» Posted By hunter On 09.16.2014 @ 9:18 am
The trunk opening of any car. This is also for any back car opening.
» Posted By hunter On 09.10.2014 @ 9:34 am
The cat sat luxuriously by the fire, purring softly. The orange light emanating form the fireplace bathed it to look like a red ball of fur, hearing a noise, it stood up, stretched and brushed against its owners leg as he sipped his hot chocolate.
» Posted By Hunter On 09.03.2014 @ 11:49 am
the feeling? how about the sound. the way my voice sounds when i’m about .3 seconds from letting everything i’ve held back, come flooding out like the dam breaking. the sound of bad news. “you’ve got 4 months to live”. it’s a sound too do not mistake it for only a feeling
» Posted By hunter On 07.29.2014 @ 11:12 pm
my hair is coarse because i swim and i wish i didnt swim because i suck at it and i hate it so it ruins my hair and my life and my goddam family makes me do it but i cannot stand it anymore upon which ive considered drowning myself or harming myself because of swimming
» Posted By hunter On 07.29.2014 @ 10:03 pm
He knew he couldn’t bare to see her back anymore. The lashes, the scorches, all of it. The disfigured coloring and marks always made him cringe. And now, he was going to face a similar fate.
» Posted By Hunter On 07.09.2014 @ 12:24 am
When I think of veteran, only brave and noble souls are allowed to enter my imagination. The death of some cannot be interfered by the regretting decisions of cowards.
» Posted By Hunter On 03.25.2014 @ 10:06 pm
My sister and I never really got along. We were 6 years apart, which didn’t help much. My sister thought that because I was born first, my parents loved me more, just because of that. I used to call her stupid, but this many years later I can kind of see her point. Both of us would compete for my dad’s attention, because mom was always at work.
» Posted By Hunter On 03.14.2014 @ 6:52 pm
He was a wizened old man that most people would pay no attention to. He sat by himself in his wheelchair, staring mindlessly at the screen. If anyone tried to talk to him he would studiously ignore them. Except for me. I loved to visit my Papa. He would come alive when I came to visit, and tell me the most fantastic stories. His eyes would blaze and he would grip the arms on his wheelchair as though he were about to fall off the end of the Earth.
» Posted By Hunter On 03.06.2014 @ 2:23 pm
This evening definitely wasn’t going as planned. For one, I didn’t really expect to end up dead. Tonight of all nights. Alex was on his way with the limo, probably already drunk off the boos in the back. And me? Well, right now I’m laying next to my murderer in my prom dress, looking at the blacker than blackness spot on the ground, the place where I’m to be buried. I want to scream in frustration, but that’s a little hard. You know, considering the whole dead thing and all.
» Posted By Hunter On 01.28.2014 @ 2:37 pm
My payment doubled every time I pressed the button. I was never sure why, or how, but it did. I never questioned, nor was I meant to. I simply pressed the button. Soon I found that it didn’t simply double payment (as I had long thought), it doubled other things as well.
» Posted By Hunter On 01.27.2014 @ 11:10 pm
Never had I ever thought that this would be it. Chosen. What does that even mean? You stand out more from the crowd so someone decides that you’re worth owning? You’re the same as everyone else, which makes you desirable? What does it mean to choose? What does it mean to be chosen?
» Posted By Hunter On 12.07.2013 @ 8:08 pm
Metal thing that heats up. Used mostly for toast. Inside metal rods heat up the inside and cook the toast.
» Posted By Hunter On 11.14.2013 @ 6:40 pm
“Come on, come on!” I shout at my sister. It was weird being loud, but they already knew we were here. “Just close your bag and lets go!”
“But we need the supplies,” she retorts, much calmer than I. In an efficient manner she packs everything into her backpack, ignoring the sound of moaning coming from the front porch. This is the first outing we’ve taken since the incident, and I’m not going to lose her. When the door shoves inward I charge towards my sister and grab her, knocking over her carefully gathered supplies. She keeps what she can in the bag, and we race towards the window.
Outside is dark, but quiet, at least at the back of the house. I keep one hand on my sister, the other on my knife. With a terrifying screech, my sister is ripped away from me, and the night comes alive with nightmares.
» Posted By Hunter On 09.20.2013 @ 1:38 pm
Down, down, into the cold water. There’s a splash next to me, so I know Amalia has jumped in next to me. Colorful fish swim by us and Amalia gestures frantically to a camera hanging on her side. I swim over and unhook it, preparing to document our underwater adventure.
» Posted By Hunter On 09.18.2013 @ 10:29 am
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Seeing him…I was speechless. He looked the same as he always had, just a bigger version of the little kid I’d once known. I suppose I should have been overjoyed to see him, but in reality I was a little dismayed. He was an attention seeker, and everyone knew we’d once been friends.
» Posted By Hunter On 09.14.2013 @ 8:49 pm