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He stung every day and snuck up, slow at first, then reliably quick. My mother warned me to stay away from scorpions.
» Posted By June On 08.15.2019 @ 9:19 am
tim looked at the mess of sheets spread out in front of him. he picked up a disheveled, yet orderly pile. he looked at the numbers sprawled against them, and sighed, squeezing the brink of his nose. he really, really didn’t want to do this work. it was messed up to begin with, why would he wan to look at the numbers of people mercilessly murdered by his so called peers?
» Posted By june On 01.20.2019 @ 9:22 pm
Watcher her, Washer.
Oblivious to you, your eyes, and squeegee squeeze.
But you’re not here to please.
You breathe on the window.
All fog and steam…
Creeping in on a secrect scene.
Your gaze heavy with condensation
A rock now resides in your hand.
How long can you stand it?
» Posted By June On 06.24.2018 @ 3:19 pm
There is a song by “Imagine Dragons” that is called “Monster”. I used to like it. Another thing that comes to my mind is Sherlock’s mother in “His Last Vow” saying that when she finds out who placed a bullet in her boy’s chest, she will turn absolutely monstrous. Or something like that.
» Posted By June On 01.28.2016 @ 12:33 pm
Calories aren’t bad, it’s the amount of them that we consume, that may be bad to our health.
» Posted By June On 01.18.2016 @ 11:59 am
Confident… confident… confident… You know, this is interesting, because I cannot remember the last time I felt confident. Oh, no, wait, I remember. It was in the dream that I had two nights ago.
» Posted By June On 01.14.2016 @ 8:24 am
Wallpapers are papers on walls.
Why would someone put paper on walls when paint is so much more beautiful.
But I guess that paper is easier to change.
Although it could be ripped off so easily.
» Posted By June On 09.28.2015 @ 1:08 pm
When I see the word ‘airbag’, I think of all the farse scenes in comedies when someone is so scared that has to breathe in an airbag.
» Posted By June On 04.04.2015 @ 7:38 am
“Mad world”: people, “bright and early for their daily races,
» Posted By June On 03.30.2015 @ 1:04 pm
provider is a person that provides something. My father is a provider, which means that he provides money to our family. He wants me to become a provider too. But the shame you feel when you go out and apply for a job…
» Posted By June On 03.24.2015 @ 8:44 am
American is McDonald’s, fat and genetically modified soya. American are films. American is everything.
» Posted By June On 03.23.2015 @ 1:18 pm
turtle is slow but steady. they are weak but strong. they are timid but adventurous.
» Posted By June On 07.31.2014 @ 4:46 pm
We would sit here until dusk arrives, our favourite time of the day. We didn’t talk, just sitting next to each other was enough, watching the sky. Dusk, such a simple thing, but it has always been the most peaceful time we spent together.
» Posted By june On 04.22.2014 @ 8:05 am
You adorned my every thought and consumed my every moment. Now, all you adorn are my memories.
» Posted By June On 06.20.2013 @ 11:47 pm
The sea shore is scattered with sea shells. Shiny shells shimmering in the sunlight, searing on the sand. The sea beckons me home and the shells signal the way.
» Posted By June On 06.19.2013 @ 9:05 pm
I tumble all the time, but mostly on tumblr. Tumblr gets me, tumblr knows me. Tumbling is fun, I like tumbling. I will tumble forever through life.
» Posted By June On 06.18.2013 @ 10:09 pm
I tumble all the time, but mostly on tumblr. Tumblr gets me. Tumblr knows me. I don’t know what it is but goodness I love tumbling. I will tumblr forever
» Posted By June On 06.18.2013 @ 10:06 pm
People in pairs are just so much happier than single people. I think people in pairs have more company. I also have a pair of shoes, actually many pairs of shoes. I also have pairs of socks and stuff. Anyway, I always tell people they make a great pair even if they don’t.
» Posted By June On 06.18.2013 @ 12:06 am
Even for a day being homeless seemed life shattering. He wondered how anyone could do it for a month or even a year. It saddened him. He had
» Posted By June On 06.03.2013 @ 10:47 pm
I walked across the empty field to study the Oblique object. What was it doing here, once
more who put it there?
» Posted By June On 05.28.2013 @ 4:23 pm
The oblique object in the middle of the field peeked my curosity.
» Posted By June On 05.28.2013 @ 4:21 pm
The oblique object in the middle of empty field stunned me.
» Posted By June On 05.28.2013 @ 4:20 pm
The glassed shattered in a million pieces. My hand was stre
» Posted By June On 05.26.2013 @ 10:00 pm
She ran as fast she could from the stranger cataput from the car. Hopefully he didn’t see her and she siat below the car hoping he wouldn’t see her. lucky for her t
» Posted By June On 05.21.2013 @ 8:59 am
Simple string sympha-ho ho hos
And a timpani trill-a-lo on the ice ice slats of the ice-icals
» Posted By June On 01.23.2013 @ 9:56 pm
She prepared herself every morning in the same way. Up at 3 am, shower, dress, hair, base coat of makeup, a quick cup of coffee. She never ate until after the show, still nervous after so many years on the air. She drove herself to the studio and stayed in her car, the radio playing the soft rock station she usually loved. She flipped it off, looked around to make sure no one else was in the parking lot and smoked a cigarette in silence. It was 4 am. At 4:15, she made her way into the building, smelling of perfume. She greeted the security guy, who gave her a perfunctory nod, and made her way to the makeup room. She clutched her large purse in her lap like a teddy bear as they worked on drawing her eyebrows on, making her eyes bigger, changing the fundamental shapes of her own face. She smiled at herself in the mirror after they left, and then frowned, creasing her brow. She got up and walked into the studio, where she glanced at the morning’s top stories. She gave small smiles to her co-workers, and her co-host tried to goose her when she stood up to get another cup of coffee. It was 5:30. She lingered over the coffee as long as possible, putting in milk and 4 sugars. She usually took it black, and someone joked with her that she was off her diet. She smiled thinly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She sat back down in her chair, wiped off her teeth for any traces of coffee, and closed her eyes. The music began. It was 6 am. She started off the top story of her day: “All of us are fake. We live in a fake world, and I might just be the worst faker of them all.” Her producer made frantic hand motions at her, and her co-host started to break in, but was silenced when she pulled the gun from her purse. She smiled again, this time a wide, wild one scrawled across her face. “But you can end it. You just have to end the broadcast. And that’s what I’m doing now. Good night, and good luck ending your own.” They saw her wince as she pulled the trigger, but when her body was rolled away later, the producer swears she had the most beautiful smile on her face, one he had never seen in all those years.
» Posted By June On 12.09.2012 @ 8:54 am
I forgot to mention this. I should have mentioned that. All this mentioning going on. Mentor mentions to me. Interesting relationship. I mentioned to my Uncle. i have an Uncle to mention something to. Btw, did I mention this? Or should I have mentioned that?
» Posted By june On 11.18.2012 @ 1:55 pm
ahhh, bagels, yogurt, lily the dog, my daughters, rain, storms, fun at home in front of the fire, mom, apple pie.
» Posted By June On 08.20.2012 @ 6:52 pm
i do not have a bank account. i asked for one, but my dad said maybe later. i want a bank account so i can connect it with my paypal account so i can buy and sell stuff more freely.. i dont think working at a bank would be very fun.
» Posted By june On 08.13.2012 @ 6:58 pm
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» Posted By june On 07.12.2012 @ 4:01 am