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“Did you hear that they’re recreating The Titanic?”
“Well at least with global warming the icebergs won’t be as much of an issue!”
» Posted By Juliet On 12.02.2018 @ 9:46 am
Steering clear of the first unidentifiable mass in the middle of the road, the car thundered across the highway without its driver giving it a second thought. It was only after several more occurrences of similar furry masses on the road that the car’s driver slowed down and eventually pulled off the road to examine what the road disturbances were.
» Posted By Juliet On 11.25.2018 @ 9:09 am
“Another hailstorm struck this Summer, I guess I should be use to it by now. But I still find something about them eerie.”
» Posted By Juliet On 11.22.2018 @ 7:27 am
“This silverware set is missing a knife.” The wizard frowned while eyeing his set. “Someone has been touching my shit again.” He stepped back and muttered an incantation under his breath.
» Posted By Juliet On 11.19.2018 @ 7:28 pm
“Access denied? Do you know who you’re dealing with?” A short pudgy man scoffed his face turning red. He tried his fingerprint again.
» Posted By Juliet On 11.18.2018 @ 11:14 am
The far bedside was empty, but the imprint of a human body was still fresh.
» Posted By Juliet On 11.17.2018 @ 3:07 pm
What is true in this world? What is truth? True, for me is something that rings with truth. Something of full value, something that means something. Something that is true.
» Posted By Juliet On 02.19.2017 @ 8:40 pm
Selfies are not new. the ease at which people can create and share a selife though has change dramatically with digital cameras being included on our phones. People are often criticized for taking and sharing too many selifies but they can be a fun and creative way to express yourself to the world.
» Posted By JulieT On 12.29.2016 @ 6:58 am
FIrst one word is choir. When I was a child, I loved singing in the choirs at our school. The feeling of making music in a group was exhiilarating, expectially when we finally hit our correct harmonies (less beautiful until then, but still an intoxicating feeling of possibility as we strove to make that mark.
» Posted By JulieT On 12.29.2015 @ 7:56 am
it’s ugly and stinky,
Who knows where it’s been.
Through dog droppings,
And rain puddles, ew ew ew!
What is with the shape?
It’s just so weird!
Toenails and calluses,
what is the deal?
And what about,
all that grows?
Fungi and warts!
I shan’t repeat it again.
So the foot should,
come to an end.
But I mean for real.
Let’s stump this one dead.
» Posted By Juliet On 04.28.2015 @ 12:24 am
“The problem’s in your heating duct,” said the man in overalls matter-of-factly. “The duct is fucked,”
I found myself feeling less and less confident in my decision to call in a professional. “Yeah, I thought it must be. The duct,” I said, nodding sagely, “is… fucked”
» Posted By Juliet On 06.18.2014 @ 4:25 pm
Silence but for the soft roll of cue balls on green baize and the irregular tap-tap-tap as they collide, the dull thunk as the red ball is potted.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.18.2014 @ 1:03 am
Without a cloud in sight, she can lie down and see nothing at all above her but endless and unvarying blue. She begins to feel she is floating, then falling, plummeting into the unknown with nobody to catch her and no ground to land on.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.15.2014 @ 3:58 pm
She begins everything. She doesn’t think, she decides. Once the decision is made there is no room for doubt or for regret, just the avalanche of one decision into another into another. Definite and infinite.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.14.2014 @ 4:15 pm
The view from the top is not as impressive now as it once was; it’s hard to believe that this was once a necessary defence against invaders. Nothing remains but cracked earth for miles, and not a soul to be seen
» Posted By Juliet On 06.13.2014 @ 7:18 pm
You found me in the wilderness among the trees and the stars and the water and the stones. Bearing nothing but the life that I’ve lived, I was raw. Infinitely simple, cut to the core of who I am, presented to you on a silver platter. I’ve been alone with the wolves for too long. I am lost.
» Posted By Juliet On 05.11.2014 @ 7:41 pm
The rope bit into her wrists as she squirmed, trying to bite through the heavy cloth around her mouth to scream. Blood began to run down her fingers as she rubbed them against the rope, but she needed to be free, she had to escape, or she’ll die.
» Posted By Juliet On 01.30.2014 @ 4:04 pm
The heat that emanated from the stands was electrically. The energy sizzled in the summer air. Rallying a crowd could be dangerous, but he was a confident as they come.
» Posted By Juliet On 07.30.2013 @ 9:18 pm
» Posted By Juliet On 07.22.2013 @ 11:21 am
Benny’s hand shakes, so I hold it tight. He looks up at me and I see the fear in his eyes.
“We’re gonna be okay. Just….trust me,” I assure. He nods slowly and then pulls out of my grip. Benny gets up and looks out the window. I can see the bright lights reflecting on his pale skin, and the way his eyes stare intensely at the scene below. I sit back against the wall and study his nervous posture as he sighs tiredly. My heart beats un-evenly, as I think of what will come in the morning. As happy as he pretends to be, they’ll just pry the heaving sorrow out of his soul.
The same thing they’ve done to me.
Cutting open the wounds with those stupid words,
“Tell me more!”
Benny crawls over to me and rests his head on my shoulder.
“I love a lot. More then John loves you,” he proclaims childishly.
“I love you more then John too,” I reply. I have a sudden rush of courage by Benny’s words, and before I stop myself, I kiss him.
And he didn’t remember that. I ask him about it now, just to see if they made a mistake, but he still answers with,
“I don’t think I was in class that day!”
So I forget about the subject and let him finish eating breakfast, or watching The Simpsons.
And that’s how my life will be like forever until I die.
Benny wouldn’t have his memory restored,
My heart wouldn’t adjust the fact that I’ll never be loved,
And the world has forgotten about us,
So I’ll just live each day.
Just like everyone else.
» Posted By Juliet On 07.08.2013 @ 8:59 pm
I would go to the moon with a collection of dolls. I basically don’t like dolls but I could always bring some cake too. Maybe a dog to keep me company. I would hope to see beautiful sights on the moon. I don’t really care about the moon itself, just what I would see from there. So I guess I should start collecting dolls now… Or just sit here instead.
» Posted By Juliet On 07.07.2013 @ 11:07 am
You sang me Spanish lullubys,
The sweetest sadness in your eyes,
-Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
» Posted By Juliet On 06.22.2013 @ 9:50 pm
Like a child tumbling down a hill, I didn’t know where I would land. Until I found myself in Nick’s arms.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.18.2013 @ 9:33 pm
I wanted to pry the pixelated hands away from your body and haul you into my bed where you’d be safe. But you stood your ground and let the virus of girls eat at your soft, warm flesh. You didn’t cry or try to bat them away when they began to strip you of your clothes. Nothing seemed to phase you. And slowly, I watched the satisfied girls retreat into the darkness of their closets, to leave your body, now a hunk of raw meat. But your head still seemed reasonable and your hazel eyes met mine. And I don’t know how, but you started to cry. With those tears came your proclamation of love to me, that you’d wanted me right from the start. But your body withered in the sun and turned to ashes. I toke those remnants, put them in a jar, hide them from our children and told them you were gone. But I know someday I’ll have to tell them the truth. If it comes to that.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.14.2013 @ 10:10 pm
I tried to grab his hand, to stop him from disappearing into the tv, but as I toke hold of him, his hand feel into little pieces on the floor. Tangible pixels.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.14.2013 @ 9:43 pm
His grabbed me up in my blankets out of bed, and flew down the breaking stairs and out the door. I watched the house burn behind us as we fled. Snuggling my head into the crook of Josh’s arm, I fell back to sleep.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.13.2013 @ 7:29 am
Horse. Drawn. Big. Black. Scarry. Headless Horseman. Childhood. Dr. Who. Blue. Gas. Rose. Boyfriend.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.10.2013 @ 7:30 pm
a prep girl with a public school boy? unprecedented. but the the couple just looked on at the ones that scorned them, know them to be fools.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.09.2013 @ 8:58 pm
Images flash brightly on the screen as I watch from the doorway. Josh is putting together so kind of montage. Then I realize…it’s for me.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.06.2013 @ 9:10 pm
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The montage of images flash through my mind, as I realize all the things that Seneca has been doing these past 4 years to grab my attention.
» Posted By Juliet On 06.06.2013 @ 9:08 pm