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equator

The farthest I’ve ever been.
Not true.
The farthest I’ve ever told anyone I’ve been.
Well, anyone that matters.
To the equator. On a dare.

» Posted By ina On 01.09.2016 @ 10:47 pm

incense

She watched the leaves flutter as she exhaled as slowly as she could. That would give her away.
She drew in the air deeply. Hoping to fill her lungs enough. She couldn’t chance them seeing the rustle of leaves.
The air burned her lungs as it pushed against her ribs and throat trying to escape. She focused on the sound of the forest but found only silence past the soft oxygen deprived ringing in her ears. She looked through the tiny spaces between the leaves.
Nothing.
Then she saw it.
A tiny tail of smoke rising to the treetops like a trail of incense smoke.

» Posted By ina On 01.08.2016 @ 2:11 pm

tyrant

The most debilitating tyrant to my ideas and progress is me. At each moment, I get in my own way with fear and perfectionism. The greatest goal I have for now is to act. To just do. To not fear failure. To not research and wait and hold myself back until I know all there is to know and don’t risk making a mistake.

» Posted By ina On 01.02.2016 @ 2:07 pm

undo

there was only hope as they left the church together. The feeling of warmth between their clutched hands gave hope for today. And hope that tomorrow could undo the past, at least the parts that could be forgotten.

» Posted By ina On 08.16.2015 @ 9:49 pm

scripted

The power to change what would happen lie before her, in the palm of her hand, in the firmness of her stance. This moment was not scripted. She would not be their puppet nor their victim.
No more.

» Posted By ina On 08.15.2015 @ 10:06 pm

proof

I don’t know what I have to say about proof. maybe something about religion or whatever. but i guess it’s paradoxical that you have to prove if your whatever proofs are true. shucks i suck at writing

» Posted By Ina On 07.29.2015 @ 1:25 am

stunt

“Don’t pull that stunt on me,” he told her straightforwardly.

He appeared annoyed at her little antics. In fact, he wanted to appear annoyed. But there was something about her that filled him with wonder and awe; She was a strange creature he had only been recently acquainted with.

It was more than just her aura. It was the way she approached things–as if she cared very little for herself and a little too much for the world around her. It was her smile that could not be instantly read. It was the way she manufactured her actions–with a lot of intent, but without trying too hard.

He was struck and in a daze. He knew for sure–but he didn’t have the slightest clue why.

» Posted By ina On 12.23.2014 @ 6:14 am

mirage

Don’t let the seconds fool you, it’s not really time that’s passing. Time is only a mirage. Something you move towards, against and with.

» Posted By ina On 09.27.2013 @ 9:53 am

conjured

The white light flickered suddenly in the dimly lit room and then dissipated with a crackle of electricity. There, standing in the place of the glowing plasma ball was a small creature, grotesque in form with eyes trained directly onto its master’s face.

» Posted By ina On 03.02.2013 @ 12:06 am

approval

He stood over the low horizon, gazing at the people walking past him on the dusty road below, kicking up dust and dirt into the atmosphere. None of the smog got to him though, carrying a heavy burden, waiting for approval.

» Posted By Ina On 08.12.2012 @ 2:43 am

harness

I was on the brink. Tears were about to spill over my lids or my fist was about to sock him in the face. I steadied my facial expersions trying vainly to harness my rage and pain into words. Words that would wound him to the point where his heart would lay fileted and ruined at my feet. Instead, with my tears fought back and fist relaxed against my thigh, I walked away. My silence trailed behind me, as battered but brave shadow.

» Posted By ina On 07.03.2012 @ 12:09 am

minute

it has 60 seconds. is very important in exams . every second of it counts. it has 6 letters . it is written as min in short. it is used a lot in day to day life. it is precious.

» Posted By ina On 06.23.2012 @ 8:34 am

leading

LEading men lead leading women in a leadinless wordl – where is the direction, who knows, where we walk to… Why walk at all? Leavin footprints for those who follow the leaders??

» Posted By Ina On 05.26.2012 @ 10:19 am

instrumental

Somehow it just fit like the way fingers intertwine, leaving no space in between. They stared as the contraption slowly whirred into life, cogs spinning and gears turning.

-we did it, we really did-

» Posted By Ina On 05.07.2012 @ 3:23 am

hearing

Waves crashed along the jagged obsidian rocks lining the maw of the bay. Hear the roar, the sound of tempest, of the ocean angry and resolute with Mother Nature at its back.

» Posted By Ina On 05.04.2012 @ 3:04 am

willful

Picking himself off the grass, blood staining his lips red and fresh cuts marring his face he stared willfully into the eyes of the monster lurking in front of him. They stared silently at each other, daring the other to make a move. The boy’s hand twitched and the monster leapt forwards, tail trailing heavy behind it.

» Posted By Ina On 04.06.2012 @ 3:20 am

ratings

As the ratings fell, he stared silently, waiting with bated breath with the hope they would not continue their descent. They did anyway, like he always knew.

» Posted By Ina On 03.20.2012 @ 10:31 pm

pageant

She stepped out into the spotlight, waving her hand up to the flashing cameras and awestruck spectators at the pageant. Her other arm was grasping a bouquet of flowers, petals slowly falling off, trailing behind her.

» Posted By Ina On 03.20.2012 @ 8:44 am

torch

Fire glistened across the surface of the mirror, the room illuminated by the torch. Cobwebs receded into the darkness of corners as light permeated the fog. The girl let go of the match and it fell to the floor forgotten as she stepped into the doorway.

» Posted By Ina On 03.18.2012 @ 11:43 pm

staple

In an instant, his mouth was stapled shut by a purple stapler pressed against the sides of his lips. Blood oozed from the small perforation the staples made in his inner cheek, as he hissed his pain.

» Posted By Ina On 03.18.2012 @ 7:28 am

pastel

Pastel hues were painted across the walls of the decrepit house, colors peeling from the whitewashed, moldy walls. A bird perched on the windowsill, plaster chipping off. Grabbing a piece, it flew away to its nest on the roof, laden with treasures.

» Posted By Ina On 03.17.2012 @ 1:20 am

pattern

After a while, people began to notice. Everyday the same events would happen again and again. The flower pot that was dangling precariously over the street finally loosened and cracked on the pavement. The same black cat crawled atop the same fence at the same time. Deja vu roamed the streets, casting its shadow over awakening minds

» Posted By Ina On 03.16.2012 @ 8:34 am

belief

There is a road that leads to nowhere. It snakes down shaded valleys and winds through mountains of mist. There are people on this path; people with faces cloaked in shadow, moved only by belief.

» Posted By Ina On 03.13.2012 @ 6:18 am

crew

There was a storm brewing on the horizon. The waves battered the helpless crew back and forth across the deck. The winds howled and shrieked like a banshee, bringing in cold gusts of sea air. By the end of it, the men were left bedraggled, heaving in deep breaths, grasping at the lifelines.

» Posted By Ina On 03.01.2012 @ 6:48 am

track

As I walk across a beach, leaving footprints in my wake, I track the seconds it has taken me to get from point a to point b. I stop and turn around. The waves have rolled in, and erased the tracks. I stand alone, facing the sun, past erased.

» Posted By ina On 02.18.2012 @ 1:18 am

flirt

Sometimes she finds herself flirting with Death again. They waltz haphazardly around the ballroom, stepping over broken glass and wilted flowers. Death smiles at her and whispers: “One day”

She stares straight on and breathes: “Will do”

» Posted By Ina On 02.16.2012 @ 7:50 am

orbit

My brain orbits around me and whispers insidious things into my ear. It whines and buzzes and makes me feel faint running along the ends of my room, and I am starting to pant even though its only a few feet across. Stop it I’m tired. So tired.

» Posted By Ina On 02.07.2012 @ 5:56 am

camera

Life often passes by in the blink of an eye, and sometimes when we feel like stopping and staring, it goes right by and speeds along. Hours blur into minutes as the days drift on by. It gets hard to remember the good ol’ days when we were young. Then the camera was invented, and then seconds began to be frozen in time.

» Posted By Ina On 02.05.2012 @ 8:03 pm

function

I’d like to think everything has a specific function; that all the gears in the clockwork are irreplaceable or maybe we all have a purpose for living. But there are times when the black, enveloping darkness swallows the light and I am left helpless and grasping at air.

» Posted By Ina On 01.30.2012 @ 4:43 pm

scarce

Sometimes after I stumble back into my room after a hard day at school, I fall on the bed and stare at the back of the pillow. It is cold as my face presses into the stained surface as all strength is scarce, no where to be found.

» Posted By Ina On 01.22.2012 @ 8:29 am

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