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He heard a sudden knock on the door. Pausing, he stood from his dining table, placing the cutlery neatly on the plate. Peering through the eye-hole, he was surprised to see his old friend. Inviting him in, they shook hands and began to chat.
» Posted By Indigo On 10.03.2017 @ 12:36 pm
i visited many places. i love the things i find, buy, learn, and eat. the photographs help me remember. and the people i am with are irreplaceable. i love to visit. thats essentially all i do
» Posted By indigo On 01.21.2013 @ 11:21 am
yea so I sustain my life as a musician. as a person.. a girl with absolutely no idea where fate might run through her life, knock on her door. Pigeon. wait what?,,,, what happened just now? weird. I am. eh. bleh, I guess we’re all a little crazy.
» Posted By Indigo On 09.05.2012 @ 9:58 am
She pulled at the chain but it wouldn’t come loose, she wasn’t strong enough. She tried to make out something, anything, and decipher where she was, but it was too dark. She slumped against the wall and wiped away the tears flowing down her face with her free hand.
» Posted By Indigo On 08.25.2012 @ 3:40 pm
I want a lot of things. Mostly the things I want, I cannot have, and I never will have. I want world peace, but I’ll never get that, because there are some cruel, and, to put it simply, stupid people in the world, who want war. Imagine wanting war. Wanting innocent people to die. I don’t understand it. All I want is happiness. I don’t want pain, I don’t want needless deaths. I just want people to be happy. But not everyone wants that.
» Posted By Indigo On 08.15.2012 @ 9:16 am
I am not wearing earrings today. Someone I know doesn’t like it…
There is a book called The Girl with the Pearl Earring which I started but never finished. I don’t know why, it was good.
An earring goes through a hole in your ear and seems a strange form of jewellery.
» Posted By Indigo On 04.18.2012 @ 9:44 am
I’m still in love with you. I’m still waiting for you to propose. I still want to be your wife more than anything, as I told you years ago in the woods, when we were homeless and walking. I still lose my breath at the stie of you. I still want to make love to you every day. I still want to see my wedding ring on your hand. And I still want to wear your ring. I still love to see you every day. I wish that we still had more time.
» Posted By indigo On 10.27.2011 @ 11:57 am
Thread may just be the very fine piece of substance separating something from itself, or it just may be the small piece that connects two things together. Whichever the two, the insignificance of such a small thing may actually be what makes a huge difference.
» Posted By Indigo On 08.15.2011 @ 2:40 pm
I was originally going to write about the actual thing, as in the thing you build houses with. However, I thought I would be different and write about “being a brick” It is a rather old fashioned English term used to describe someone who is good and dependable.
» Posted By Indigo On 08.09.2011 @ 11:02 am
Beloved. i hate this word. can’t they give me another one? out of all the words i get stuck with “a person who is greatly loved”. Love. Ha. What is love. I don’t know and i am not sure i shall ever know. One must only wait and see.
» Posted By Indigo On 06.12.2011 @ 7:24 pm
rise above what you love and find love is what we are made of therefore there is no reason to rhyme violets and roses and bees it’s all there to begin with in our eyelashes and knees.
» Posted By indigo On 06.11.2011 @ 3:15 am
lovely amazing wonky buscuit.
dry delicious salty brown crazy fun stuff
do you like pretzels?
» Posted By indigo On 05.23.2011 @ 12:13 am
Mr. Mole was from Wind in the Willows. He was the kind, impressionable but very nice one. He whitewashed his house under ground but caved in when diggers dug up the field.
» Posted By Indigo On 05.19.2011 @ 10:31 am
When i was younger I went to girlscout camp. I had fun because it had to do with horses but my horse wouldn’t obey. I also became scared when i learned that prisoners escaped through the valley of the camp. I wanted to go home and did. On the way home my borhter engraved his coke cap on my arm and left a scar. That was bad. Hmmmm.
» Posted By Indigo On 05.04.2011 @ 6:06 pm
He.llo. I. am. a. ro. bot. How. can. I. serve. you. hu. man. mas. ter. I. clean. your. shoes. or. brush. your. teeth. for. you. with. this. or. ange. tooth. brush.
» Posted By Indigo On 04.20.2011 @ 1:45 am
I hate my digital clock on my phone. Its utterly stupid. If I type in the numbers 0905 for 9:05, it gives me 05:59. WHY? Stupid digital phone clocks!
» Posted By Indigo On 03.28.2011 @ 12:55 pm
I should really be doing homework now but instead I am writing a statement about the word “statement” on oneword, because that’s how devoted I am to my schoolwork.
» Posted By Indigo On 03.11.2011 @ 9:17 am
Today I wondered if my art exam would ever finish. It did, of course, but it took a while. I also wondered if the boy I fancy will ever look at me “that way”. I have no clue and will carry on wondering. Today I wondered a lot about my future. And I mean a lot.
» Posted By Indigo On 03.09.2011 @ 1:09 pm
Today I almost did my homework. I was almost late for school. I almost didn’t go to orchestra. I almost yelled at my mum. I almost argued back. I almost didnt finish my ICT exam. I almost finished my maths homework in the lesson. I did enjoy today.
» Posted By Indigo On 03.07.2011 @ 12:10 pm
Mr. Cheap is the Cheapest is the pound shop a little bit away from us. We bought a dog bed there for only £10 and I bought party invitations for 75p. Wow, that’s cheap. Mr. Cheap, you are the cheapest!
» Posted By Indigo On 02.28.2011 @ 1:49 pm
Two people sat on a bench staring at the sea; they had sat there every summer to watch the sun go down on the first day of the holidays since they were sixteen. Now there are only flowers, and a brass plaque: “In loving memory of Ed and Rose.” The sun still sets, but now different people watch it…
» Posted By Indigo On 02.24.2011 @ 8:38 am
“Mayzie exits with flare” was the stage direction today at my drama rehearsal. Unfortunately, aforesaid Mayzie is ill so merely shuffled…
» Posted By Indigo On 02.16.2011 @ 12:13 pm
There once was a lady who desperately wanted to sew her granddaughter a baby dress but the needle was too small and she couldn’t thread it. She got her husband to make two giant needles out of elm wood and so knitting was born.
» Posted By Indigo On 02.12.2011 @ 8:11 am
Dear Rev. Dimmonds,
The fire alarm went off in church today and we couldn’t work out how to turn it off so we threw a brick at it. I hope that discovering that didn’t alarm you too much because we were only trying to help.
Yours, the Youth Group
» Posted By Indigo On 02.07.2011 @ 12:58 pm
so disconnected we believe we are sometimes
i’m disconnected from myself
but what is myself
connected to what
disconnected to what it longs for
what is this longing
do we long to disconnect
sometimes i do
sometimes i wish there was no such thing
is there such a thing as disconnection?
» Posted By indigo On 04.13.2009 @ 10:20 pm
it the only thing you have that is your own nobody can truly steel it if you believe who you are then that is who you are its what keeps you sane the only thing you know for certain
» Posted By indigo On 11.03.2009 @ 9:06 pm
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a being with heightened awareness of things going on around them and within them-they know where they stand in the world and are in touch with their feelings-extraordinary, intense, amazing, awesome
» Posted By indigo On 12.21.2009 @ 1:24 pm