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Why a scooter again? Actually, I have no idea about what I should write. I believe this word was predictable cause there are some passages written by the community on this very word dated back to the 5th of May. Hope, the next word will be different and unexpected.
» Posted By Katya On 05.07.2016 @ 5:54 am
The sun trickles through the curtains, her alarm blares and wails and bleats, and still she sleeps. She rises from her lonely bed, sheds her nightdress, and flings herself beneath the shower’s steady stream, and still she sleeps.
She slumbers through the drive to work, the many meetings, and the constant grind. She never responds the harassment, neither the harsh words nor heavy hands. She never bats an eye. When her sister begs her to help herself, to tell someone what’s wrong, she can’t hear the desperate pleas, because still slumbers on.
In life she dreams of sleep, and in sleep she dreams of rest.
» Posted By Katya On 12.21.2013 @ 8:51 pm
Meanwhile, the students walked to class and Johnny sat in the bathroom with his feet up on the toilet and a black sharpie to the wall. “All children rest until they sleep.” He did not know what this meant but he wrote it anyhow. He put the cap back on the pen and tucked his ears into the flaps of his beanie. He left the stall and headed out.
» Posted By Katya On 12.09.2013 @ 10:03 am
Bringing the mug to her lips, Laura took a deep breath and held it, trying to find her center, some peace. She took a sip as she leaned on the doorframe, looking in on her empty room.
She grimaced. The coffee had chilled. Just like the mussed sheets and her reckless passion.
He had seemed so perfect in the dark. His smirk and soft voice promised something she so desperately craved. But it was a lie. It was her mistake, taking empty promises. And what did they truly leave her with? A messy bed and a cold cup of coffee and an aching regret.
She deserved better than this.
» Posted By Katya On 09.24.2013 @ 3:05 pm
She’s hard to ignore. Her delicate fingers, dancing along the hem of a scandalously short skirt, twirling through her soft, brown curls, brushing across her mouth as if to distract from her upturned lips when in reality they only further draw you in – her fingers are hard to ignore.
Those fingers haunt my dreams, ghosting like a memory across my skin.
At night I see it all: how I’ll take her and her teasing fingers to make them mine, even if she fights it for a time. I toss and turn and intrigue all the ways to make her mine.
» Posted By Katya On 09.04.2013 @ 5:41 pm
“The world sucks,” Someone once said. “The world sucks, you get old, then you die, and no one will even remember your name.”
But you know what? I’m sick of doing what Someone says. Someone out there is an asshole, telling us both who we’re suppose to be and what we’re suppose to wear and where we’re allowed to go.
Fuck them! I’m done with this shit.
We’ll go out tonight and paint the world red and hear them scream with our semiautomatics and psychotic dreams of immortality. We’ll show Someone we’re worth a damn. Our names will be murmured on street corners and highlighted in textbooks for decades to come. We’ll be the worst examples of society, and we’ll show Someone we’re worth remembering.
» Posted By Katya On 09.02.2013 @ 10:39 am
He likes to spends the early hours before dawn tracing the swollen, red ridges marching their way across her otherwise unmarred skin.
He loves them – not her or his job, not his estranged parents or his shitty ass apartment, certainly not having to chase down his next hit, God, not even the fucking sex. He just loves those welts marring her stomach, her pert little ass, her dimpled lower back. He loves that even after he’s out of currency and she’s warming someone else’s bed, she’s still his.
No matter what she or anyone else says.
» Posted By Katya On 09.01.2013 @ 1:08 pm
I don’t need to convince you I’m right, that I’m being reasonable, because honestly, do you think you can stop me?
Only the defeated have to justify their actions; only the weaker have to convince superiors of their motives, and Love, I’m neither. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, because power plus not giving a shit equals freedom. While I live, I’m free. You’d have to kill me to get control over me.
» Posted By Katya On 08.11.2013 @ 9:33 am
In the dark, it’s easy to forget life isn’t suppose to be like this.
Sweaty palms chart their way across your topography under the flash of neon lights. You’d do anything to get away. But then he leans in, his rancid breath against your lips, and whispers that he’s got The Shit, and the thing is you’d be anyone’s bitch for another hit. The memory of his fat body, fumbling hands, and flailing, wet mouth don’t run off in the morning though. They’re seared on your skin along with the scorching shame, and you can’t even remember when life wasn’t like this.
So, you shoot up and cry and wish to die, and you don’t care that you’re hungry or too hot or that sometimes your breathing just stops before resuming with a shuddering gasp. Because you deserve this. You earned it. In the dark, it’s easy to forget that your life was never suppose to be like this.
» Posted By Katya On 08.05.2013 @ 12:49 pm
Everything that ever was or ever will be came from something else. Even the air we breathe. It’s the reminisce of some sad star once circling in a galaxy us little Earthlings never get to see.
I guess in that sense, I shouldn’t be surprised by the way things turned out.
But I was.
You hear the start of my story on the news all the time: “I never thought it could happen to me.” You never hear the poor, bereaved parents spouting that they knew the risks. They never sob, “We planned for this,” at the camera in their pastels and pearls. No. It always “came out of nowhere” and no one ever thinks “it could happen to me.”
But everything that ever was started as something else, and this tragedy was once a happier tale about a girl that thought a boy could change her world… and I guess, in a sense, she was right.
» Posted By Katya On 07.10.2013 @ 2:36 pm
It’s freeing, isn’t it, when those two words pass your lips? Shoulders heave, eyes roll, exhale, drag out an endless whinge of an “I’m sorry,” and suddenly it’s not your responsibility anymore. I mean, what else do I want you to say, right? Well Honey, blame and responsibility aren’t the same damn thing. It’s still you’re fucking fault you miserable bint. How about this? Not being such a bitch, so that there’s nothing to forgive.
» Posted By Katya On 06.25.2013 @ 7:09 pm
They don’t even look human, more like delicate porcelain dolls with their masks and bulging, antiquated gowns. They’re the monsters of nightmares adorned in gold filigree. It’s a circus at the start of each year when Carnival leaves the canals overflowing with these freaks, but they’re the sort that have things worth taking, and I’m a monster too, you see. Only, I’m not the sort to haunt dreams. I’m the sort hidden down dark allies in the dead of night. One who’d do anything if the price is right, which is honestly be far more frightful, wouldn’t you agree?
» Posted By Katya On 06.23.2013 @ 7:06 pm
Moonlight clings like a garland to her hair as she flits her way across the grassy knoll. “Good little girls don’t go out after dark,” her papa preaches. But Dark is where the fairies fly, just before the first morning’s light, and she so longs to join in their dance. Dewdrops hold fast to her gown and mud to her bare feet as she hurries on, dolled-up in youth and blazing Summer and the endless Night. Dark could never cause a good little girl any fright.
» Posted By Katya On 06.21.2013 @ 10:44 am
The anger boils in my veins. It turns my stomach, (you make me sick), and transfigures food to ash on my tongue. And still you smile at me.
You sit there across the table like nothing’s wrong. You flip your hair. You touch my arm. (Oh, God! I want to rip off those cheep-ass nails as they grate against my skin.) And still you smile at me.
If the police ever ask when it started, I’ll say: suddenly then gradually. There was a moment, there’s always a moment, and I had one, a moment when I could have made things right. There was a moment I could have said something, could have left you, could have made things right, but it’s gone now. Now all that’s left is the fruits of this poison tree and a semiautomatic and your desperate plees.
» Posted By Katya On 06.13.2013 @ 1:56 pm
I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their sadistic expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.
» Posted By Katya On 06.12.2013 @ 12:34 pm
I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.
» Posted By Katya On 06.12.2013 @ 12:31 pm
My coach for cross country is coach bittles. She is a friend too she makes me do hard things in track but she is really encouraging and the best coach i have ever had. she deeply cares for the individual and not just the team. I don’t know if i would even be a runner without her. She has helped me to exceed my expectations her mst effective tool is her belief in me.
» Posted By Katya On 06.10.2013 @ 10:43 pm
» Posted By katya On 04.12.2013 @ 8:50 am
what is approval? why do we need it? we cannot feel entirely satisfied if other people do not give us their approval.
» Posted By katya On 08.11.2012 @ 10:45 pm
» Posted By Katya On 10.10.2011 @ 1:41 pm
thunder is something that comes before or after lightning, i don’t actually remember. but it’s loud- it’s loud and you can hear it from afar and near, and it can be quite frightening, especially when heard from a house alone– or better yet, outside, when you risk being struck by the following (or preceeding?) lightning. thunder is a great natural occurence, it is loud, very loud, and it is especially promient when raining
» Posted By Katya On 07.26.2011 @ 1:55 pm
loved, and held, my beloved daughter, to be awesome,be loved, bees, trees,theres a movie with this in it. I love you my beloved
» Posted By Katya On 06.12.2011 @ 12:55 pm
» Posted By katya On 05.26.2011 @ 1:49 pm
fear, childhood, night, Aliens, red eyes, sex, alcohol, silence, alone, fear again, dream,
» Posted By katya On 02.02.2011 @ 9:53 am
When someone is lucky, they get things that no one else does. Oftentimes, those people gain the benefits of something that comes one in a million – like applying for college, or the lottery, or winning that prize on that radio show– while everyone else is left standing out on the curb, cold, and wistful. We act like we can award luck to each other by saying “Good Luck” but we really can’t. Its not that simple. Luck is something people just have
» Posted By katya On 12.27.2010 @ 6:57 pm
When people are lucky, they get things that they want. They get the things that no one else ever gets. Those people try for things that come one in a million, like lottery tickets, like getting into college, liek winning a prize- and they are the ones who win while a hundred others for whatever reason are out on the curb looking in. We talk about luck as if we can award it to each other
» Posted By Katya On 12.27.2010 @ 6:54 pm
Today, there was no ice cream left in the freezer. “None.” I whispered, not being able to comprehend that there really was no ice cream. “None” I screamed out the world. “No ice cream.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “None.”
» Posted By Katya On 08.02.2010 @ 1:45 pm
What does a person thin of when he sees the word scoop? I usually think of ice cream. And lots of ice cream. When I’m at the store and I have a choice to pick of two scoops or one, I definitely pick the one with two. Two scoops are so much better than one.
» Posted By Katya On 07.10.2010 @ 1:35 pm
The green velvet looked perfect against my fair skin. As I stood there in front of the mirror, everything finally seemed clear. I was made to be wearing this. This was my dream, my dress, my life. And shouldn’t he notice me for it?
» Posted By Katya On 06.26.2010 @ 1:45 pm
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Really helps with whitening hair, but can be dangerous and corrosive. Also used for white clothing. Smells funky, don’t sniff it!
Has too many chemicals in it, Mendeleev would be jealous.
» Posted By Katya On 06.22.2010 @ 4:06 am