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Swinging back and forth on something above the ground with one or multiple people. This swing can be at a park

» Posted By Jordyn On 01.17.2019 @ 9:11 am

Swinging back and forth on something above the ground with one or multiple people

» Posted By Jordyn On 01.17.2019 @ 9:10 am


When I started this I automatically assumed it was meant to be written on paper, with a pen. Automatic is much like assumption. It makes an ass of you and I. I think it is a thoughtless word. There isn’t any intention to it. But it can also save lives, like when a mother automatically saves her child from falling off a counter. It’s instinctual.

» Posted By Jordyn On 01.29.2018 @ 10:28 am


I have no clue what I’m supposed to write about, but I guess the most graceful thing I can think of is a swan. It’s clean white coat and it’s elegant figure. The way it glides through water peacefully. Also, being in church is graceful. The serenity and silence makes you feel cleansed. Promising to be without sins is graceful. Swans and church.

» Posted By Jordyn On 07.20.2016 @ 8:38 pm


Her sleeves were torn. She had been running. But now there was nowhere else for her to go. She collapsed, hiding her tears in the muddy sleeves that she has been wearing. It was her time, but she didn’t want to go.

» Posted By Jordyn On 06.01.2016 @ 5:20 am


This is possibly the most useful writing exercise I’ve come across. I will continue to use it.

» Posted By Jordyn On 04.06.2016 @ 1:16 pm


I heard some commotion at the other end of the bar as I took a stool by the jukebox. The dive was packed with the kind of people I’d only ever seen in tv shows and movies; men in cowboy hats with enormous belt buckles and women in tight, short floral dresses with cigarettes hanging out of their matte lips. As I tried to catch the attention of the grizzly bartender, I saw what all the ruckus on the opposite side of the room was about—a red-faced young woman in high heels was clubbing her boyfriend with her bag, which appeared to contain an object of similar size and weight as a brick. Sure enough, the boyfriend managed to grab the purse and turned his back to the fuming girl, and as she pounded on his back with her fists, he pulled out an actual brick. To my astonishment, the boyfriend started laughing.

“What the fuck…” I didn’t realize I said it out loud until the petite woman sitting next to me chuckled and replied with a raspy smoker’s voice, “Welcome to the heart o’ Texas.”

» Posted By Jordyn On 02.15.2016 @ 1:10 pm


He walked toward the bar with grace that no other man I had ever seen possessed. His legs lighted softy on the wooden floor and his arms stayed still by his side. I watched as he grasped the bar and slowly lifted his leg straight above his curly head, practically parallel with his body. Chills shivered down my spine as the music began and he spun out into a liquid dance. He was Magnar Svensen, famed Swedish ballet dancer, just 19 years old. “He’s the one,” I said.

» Posted By Jordyn On 03.21.2015 @ 7:31 pm


This sucked like hell. Like seriously. Like hell. How in the world could this’ve happened? Seriously. The least that could’ve happened was that he lived.

» Posted By Jordyn On 09.12.2014 @ 11:50 pm


We paddled down the chilly river, passing chunks of ice left over from this year’s harsh winter. As we drifted closer to our docking point, we spotted a lone Emperor penguin standing at the edge of the icy bank. He waved enthusiastically at us and dove into the frigid water.

» Posted By Jordyn On 02.23.2014 @ 1:27 pm


There was an old man at the end of my street. He stood still, in a grey hat, looking down toward the tube station. As I got closer I could see what he held clutched in his hand. I doubled back and swiftly sped across the dead flowerbed in my neighbour’s yard, into the alley between the Georgian townhouses.

» Posted By Jordyn On 01.27.2014 @ 5:56 pm


Fancy hats and lace gloves nodded and waved. Is it plausible that a story starting with flamboyant fashion accessories can lead a reader into a dark, impossible untruth? Such a serious sentiment delicately and purposefully iced with feathered caps and white tea gloves.

» Posted By Jordyn On 01.25.2014 @ 3:50 pm


The determinded young man ran across the street with daring speeds. He would meet the woman of his dreams. He knew he would. The only thing standing between him and her was ten lanes of traffic.

» Posted By Jordyn On 12.12.2012 @ 4:45 pm


Show me the world seen from the stars. Life here is too small and dysfunctional. It must be peaceful up in the sky.

» Posted By Jordyn On 09.12.2012 @ 8:50 pm


I don’t like this word. It reminds me of pampered rich folk who sit around all day on an island with cucumbers in their eyes. With nothing better to do. I’m sure it’s relaxing, and they deserve some “me” time, but sitting in a spa is probably one of the most nonconstructive things a person can do.

» Posted By Jordyn On 09.09.2012 @ 8:28 pm


railroads make me think of taking pictures there. everyone does it. it makes me think of anna, how i always used to cross the train tracks to go to her house, back when we were still really good friends. i can’t remember the last time i rode on a train. can you out grow train rides?

» Posted By Jordyn On 07.03.2012 @ 5:22 pm


I have switched many things in my life. Switching a class, switching a light, a dream a job a color a jacket a friend a man a life a love a world a dream. I switch all the time, and I always will. Such is the life i live.

» Posted By Jordyn On 06.11.2012 @ 7:48 pm


i love jely it tasts really goos and i put it on toast! it is goos with penut butter and i love it alot it tast yummy on bread and good on a nice summer day soetimes people dont like it but w.e its there lose thats the resson i love jelly

» Posted By jordyn On 06.07.2012 @ 11:07 am


There is no backspace bar for life, unfortunately. But, I suppose, it’s for the best, because we can’t move forward when we’re still dwelling on the past. Yes, you make mistakes and have regrets, but don’t we all? No one lives a guilt-free life.

» Posted By Jordyn On 05.17.2012 @ 8:35 pm


slight of hand. a hat trick. my heart was there beating firmly in my chest, until your smoke and mirrors. now my heart is a pool on the floor and I’m just another stunned audience member looking for wires.

» Posted By jordyn On 04.19.2012 @ 7:31 pm


On Saturday, normal life will return. I’m going home, after three months of living in a dream. This dream world in London, one of the most thrilling cities on planet Earth, will be but a memory. What will home be like? Will I feel empty and irrelevant in this strange, familiar place? See only hollow figures moving about their dull routines in a town I had forsaken? And one day, become hollow and dull like everyone else in my small American town? Let’s hope not.

» Posted By Jordyn On 12.06.2011 @ 1:48 pm


He stared at me for a long time. I watched his narrowed eyes, his tense mouth, his flared nostrils. I didn’t say a word. Suddenly, he was there, grasping my upper arms tightly. His eyes flashed red for a second, and then they softened. His face relaxed as he gazed down at me. But before he could utter a word, I turned on my heel, his expression of slight disbelief still fresh in my mind.

» Posted By Jordyn On 11.19.2011 @ 3:23 pm


My grandmother shuffled the deck as I watched. She did it swiftly and with precision, so that the cards blurred together in her wrinkly hands. She set the deck in front of me on the table. I split the deck and she dealt out eleven cards for progressive rummy; she never gets tired of it, after all of these years.
I looked up at her and smiled.

» Posted By Jordyn On 11.18.2011 @ 3:14 pm


I hate mushy. Needy, pleading, cutesy. Man up. Let me give chase. If I really like you, my heart will take me. The chase is the best part of falling for you.

» Posted By Jordyn On 11.16.2011 @ 3:10 pm


i look a left to my house, actually you have to take a lot of lefts to get to my house. you have to take a bunch of turns actually. and like jackson is in here, and i jusy thought mrs.hamilton is going to kill chase. then ennddd. LLLLLLLEFFFTTTTTT

» Posted By jordyn On 11.16.2011 @ 9:44 am


abstract reminds me of mrs.billings which is a art teacher wheich reminds me of art. and black and white, i like black thing. that sounds sooo creeppy. but my nails are black, and i like them black. and black reminds me of my stomach because im really hungry right now, and its empty.

» Posted By jordyn On 11.14.2011 @ 9:48 am


prints remind me of book, because the books are PRINTed on paper, and paper reminds me of art, i like. im going to take art next year. and im excited. prints also reminds me of copier machines. but they usually make me really mad because sometimes teacher wont let me go get my print and also somtimes they don’t work.

» Posted By jordyn On 11.10.2011 @ 9:50 am


my ideas are my ideas, and i like toys. i like weird toys and different things. colorful things are pretty sweet, i really like tie die. and i have a tie die sweatshirt that i like. but it don’t like it much anymore.

» Posted By jordyn On 11.09.2011 @ 9:55 am


“Dude these waves are so awesome”
“Pssht more like RADICAL dude!”
The end.

» Posted By Jordyn On 10.22.2011 @ 12:57 am


Mutual. The feelings that you have discovered actually matches the other persons. The feeling of happiness that someone loves you as much as you love them. Mutual.

» Posted By Jordyn On 10.19.2011 @ 12:02 am

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