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Whiteboards are nostalgic. They remind me of school. Though, I hate school. School is awful. I enjoy drawing on whiteboards. It can be fun. They com in different sizes.

» Posted By Max On 06.05.2019 @ 2:23 pm


band on joints shrinkage on my muscle

» Posted By Max On 11.11.2018 @ 9:41 pm


A rumbling from the jungle emerged and Barbara and Patricia stepped out of their tents. Only the smell of exhaust and the hazy fog that they had come to expect were anywhere in sight; but then, what was the source of the noise? The two of them ran around their tents and even clambered up trees trying to get a better view, feeling silly and self-conscious but knowing that this was the only way they could ensure their survival.

» Posted By Max On 08.20.2018 @ 1:18 pm


I will buy this soes, it is tempting.

» Posted By max On 10.05.2017 @ 6:22 pm


One day, someone walked outside, and saw a flower. The flower was yellow, and looked beautiful. The flower sat inside that person’s home for days. The flower soon died.

» Posted By Max On 03.06.2017 @ 1:04 pm


Leaving the station, I had this sudden sinking feeling. I reached into my pocket, feeling the emptiness of it, brushing my fingers along the fabric, down into the bottom. The world started to spin around me, trees and cars and people all a dizzying carousel pressing nearer and nearer.

» Posted By Max On 02.13.2017 @ 9:19 am


To downgrade is to lower in status, which is intriguing because of the way in which “downgrading” is associated with depression, not only among humans but also among chimpanzees and perhaps other primates. I wonder whether “downgrading” is a possibility even among creatures such as eusocial insects, like bees, or whether that isn’t a possibility because the kind of individualism of position isn’t possible in those societies.

» Posted By Max On 01.13.2017 @ 9:17 pm


The cart had been pulled all the way from the other town on the other side of the hill. Their legs were sore and their shoulders felt like they had been pulled apart and then reattached. Unloading was the only thing that was left to do. The only thing, but it felt like you could just as well have asked them to move a mountain.

» Posted By Max On 11.21.2016 @ 3:57 am


I continued to see that word. The one in my head. The one that never left. “Stop,” It said. I don’t know why I felt drawn to it. Was it the denial that got me? Or the affirmative, confident way it told me not to do it. I loved him and never stopped. Stop. You. Me. Love.

» Posted By Max On 11.01.2016 @ 8:30 pm

He continued to ask. Ask again and again. The teacher was annoyed.
“Just shut up and listen.” He said. This kid was starting to get on his nerves.
The kid seemed unabated. “But why do I have to write? Isn’t everything a choice.” The boy asked.
“No.” The teacher replied. “It’s not.”
The teacher leaned over his desk so that his face was inches from the boy. “I didn’t choose to teach you.” He said. “I was forced to.”
“By who?” said the boy. He seemed more excited by the close interaction.

» Posted By Max On 11.01.2016 @ 8:28 pm


What come to my mind is the degree of education. In our country people tend to get degrees, but unfortunately dont tend to actual knowldege. This is so sad.

» Posted By Max On 09.25.2016 @ 11:07 pm


scoob and the gang were already well on their ways to solving the mystery. but a rapist juped ou and kidnapped freddy! oh shit, said shaggy. here we go again said velma.

» Posted By max On 04.13.2016 @ 3:47 pm


clean is a great thing. It keeps things constantly looking nice and clean also means life can be clean and you should always try to keep things clean. Clean means com

» Posted By Max On 12.31.2015 @ 6:35 pm


I stood in place, looking straight up at the arch above me and how I would love to have her with me. She’d take my hand and i’d give her my jacket and we’d be happy. We’d have new dreams together and we’d be safe.

» Posted By Max On 11.04.2015 @ 3:29 pm


Her plan was to go to the movies, but that didn’t happen. Instead, she found herself tumbling down outside the café where her mother used to take her. She fell hard against the concrete, still wait from the rain, and her red umbrella tumbled down with her. It was nearly evening, but the sky was still a murky grey.

» Posted By Max On 09.29.2015 @ 8:22 pm


Lol I died.

» Posted By Max On 06.18.2014 @ 7:27 pm

On an unusual night a scetchy man by the name of Duct was seen dragging his suspect across the road who was silenced with duct tape on his mouth. He was then hauled up to Ducts face where his face intensified. The suspect thought he was going to get a beating so he instantly closed his

» Posted By Max On 06.18.2014 @ 7:24 pm

Is a thing. It’s like something that moves something from somewhere else. Also duct tape, which you can use to survive on a desert island. Duck?

» Posted By Max On 06.18.2014 @ 7:20 pm


i am educated, but i am not worldly. i think i know everything, as we all do, but in fact my knowledge is limited to the specks of sand that we call fragments of human history. we only want what is in front of us, but we never want to look or listen. education is lifelong, but we never want to pursue it.

» Posted By Max On 05.25.2014 @ 9:06 pm


It was a pretty severe wound, but I wasn’t one to complain in public, especially with the girls watching and judging me with their severe glances and their beady little eyes. No, I feigned composure even as I felt quite uncomposed, and I believe I was largely successful in the endeavor.

» Posted By Max On 05.14.2014 @ 4:53 pm


She wasn’t as sweet as taffy, or endearing as The Golden Girls. She was hard, like the hood of your Suzuki truck. Or so we thought until the moment it hit the solid steel of that post at the end of the street. It was painful. But not as painful as when you used to wake up every day.

» Posted By max On 01.25.2014 @ 3:24 am


The tank barreled through the street, and there was no one there to see it. There was silence and stars, silence and stars all around, and the heat of the night, but there was no one there to feel it.

» Posted By Max On 10.03.2013 @ 8:48 am


“It’s a icecream!” A little child screamt to it’s mom who was right beside him. Indeed, it was an icecream in a cone. Two scoops, one chocolate and one strawberry.

» Posted By Max On 08.30.2013 @ 12:06 pm


calm and relaxed sate of mind when you see the morning sun rising up and flashing beams of light towards your eyes and saying I will always love you

» Posted By Max On 07.01.2013 @ 8:38 am


Neon were the lights on the street signs as she made her way into the night. Neon was the fire pulsing within her, attempting to break away. And she struggled against it, but the light was overwhelming, and she could not help but feel the zap and pulse that challenged the everyday, that held the quotidian at gunpoint and demanded more. Never was she more terrified, nor more thrilled.

» Posted By Max On 05.29.2013 @ 3:44 pm


i spilled my feelings to everyone and now my life is a mess. spilled milk can be cried over. you can be cried over. why do we spill things? because we are human. that is all we are. we spill things no matter what we spill. mistakes.

» Posted By Max On 05.25.2013 @ 9:25 pm


And then her hair turned red as the light in the outer lines of the horizon took fade and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

» Posted By Max On 05.12.2013 @ 9:15 pm


stories can be long or short
good or bad
there are many types of stories
There can be romance action or comedy
but there are many more
sometimes good stories can take up you whole life

» Posted By Max On 05.06.2013 @ 11:48 am


Sometimes I believe welfare is actually a part of being happy. You need to achieve welfare in order to have things that make you happy. On the other side, welfare is not required for a man to be a noble one. Why? Looks like some traits appear to be inbuilt into you and not require you to do some things to unveil real, inner you.

» Posted By Max On 04.11.2013 @ 5:17 am


Everyone thinks they know what a calamity is, but how many of them actually deserve the description? A child, unwanted by her parents, left to find her own way and who is then condemned for her poor choices . . . the opportunity and talent that is squandered and lost because of the adults around her who fail to take the time to listen . . . the self-doubt, self-loathing and utter sadness that emerges as a result . . . .

That, my friend, is a true calamity.

» Posted By Max On 03.25.2013 @ 5:18 pm

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