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Why did she do it? She still has blushes on her face from what had just happened. The chilly wind is brushing her hair and she hears drops of blood falling on the cardbord floor. She should have never went upstairs, because upstairs… the darkness has taken.

» Posted By Lise On 02.21.2016 @ 8:31 am


A family. The first thing that one can imagine as dysfunctional is a family.

How dysfunctional must this world be, that the first thing one can imagine as non-functioning is a family.

What about an old machine part?

Perhaps it’s because it’s what matters most . . . that’s why we care if it functions.

» Posted By lise On 09.12.2012 @ 11:50 pm


Is something with alcohol

» Posted By Lise On 01.02.2012 @ 11:50 am


She switches gears rapidly, legs moving faster, her breath coming faster in the still night air. She had not anticipated that it would be this tiring.

» Posted By Lise On 10.25.2011 @ 9:15 am


Accounting for one’s actions is one’s own responsibility. Too often, people don’t realize that their actions impact, sometimes, more than their words do. If we all sat back for a few minutes and reviewed our actions to other people, maybe, we’d all become just a little more empathetic. Take account of your own actions.

» Posted By Lise On 09.14.2011 @ 10:41 pm


once upon a time my mom’s car was hit by a deer. No you didn’t read that wrong. She did not hit a deer, the deer ran into her car, rolled across her hood and feel on the asphalt. The deer broke one of his legs and the police officers argued who could shoot it. They hate deer in new Jersey so much that they love

» Posted By lise On 08.18.2011 @ 11:46 am


there is no time except the present, no specific time or moment to hope for or to strive for. To aim for one would be to loose the present. To be specific, now is all there is.

» Posted By lise On 03.03.2011 @ 6:41 am


She carries a pouch. What is in it, no one actually knows. Only she does, because she guards it with her life the same way a dog would with a piece of its favorite meat.

No one ever dares try ask her about that red, beaten pouch that has surely seen better days. They know better than to do that.

» Posted By lise On 09.14.2010 @ 1:08 am


Don’t do it. There is no way you can commit to her, she is dangerous, unpredictable and lonely. She will cling. Don’t fall in love with lonliness.

» Posted By Lise On 07.19.2010 @ 8:43 pm


The cavernous room was glittering in the candlelight, and only the swaying of a single couple could be heard echoing in the room.
“So, you know how to waltz then, I gather?” she asked, smirking slightly.

» Posted By Lise On 06.21.2010 @ 8:05 am


The dog leapt out, his teeth bared, a deftly caught the small bird between his jaws. The bird was twittering wildly, only silenced by a chomp as pink lips closed around the bird’s small, colorful frame.

» Posted By Lise On 06.17.2010 @ 12:58 pm


She was to tightly strung, he observed bitterly. And he knew exactly what would loosen her up. He hoped at least. Smiling, he confidently made his way over to where she was sitting.

» Posted By Lise On 06.09.2010 @ 5:56 pm


fireflies are bright. starshine light, stars bright, I wish I may I wish I might, something rhyming I see tonight. Starlight, star bright, fireflies burn and flicker like a ticky ticker

» Posted By lise On 04.30.2010 @ 8:12 pm


I knew it was a trap even before I opened the door. But something was guiding me, I couldn’t turn back. Instead I continued to put one foot in front of another walking closer and closer to my fate. The door creaked open. “Clarice, we’re so happy you are here”…

» Posted By lise On 04.26.2010 @ 9:04 am


I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. For me that has to be one of the best parts of the day. The cleansing feeling. It is like a fresh start. A chance for something new. A brand new hope.

» Posted By Lise On 03.27.2009 @ 10:41 pm


heartbeat is the beating of our soul, of our brains of our livelihood – the flow of blood from the centre of ourselves flows outward to the tips of our fingers, to the split ends in our hair hearbeat is what we hear in the silence of the night

» Posted By Lise On 07.11.2009 @ 1:10 pm


There is no certainty. There is only now and what you know right know. Certainty is a myth unless it is science. Certainty

» Posted By Lise On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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