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Let’s bring as many options to the table and filter them to find the ones that meld together, then we can figure out the best game plan we can to solve the situation. Alright throw out your ideas. Ready Go!

» Posted By Melody On 11.06.2017 @ 10:10 pm


I have proof that teachers are critical to society.

» Posted By Melody On 07.29.2015 @ 9:48 am

A detective needs to have proof before determining guilt or innocence of an alleged criminal.

» Posted By Melody On 07.29.2015 @ 9:44 am


The footsteps tapped quietly against the floor; tap, tap, tap. I peeked around the corner, heart racing, ready to bolt at any moment. They grew closer; tap, tap, tap.

In a moment, he was around the corner.

I ran.

» Posted By Melody On 10.02.2014 @ 6:45 pm


Splendor, like the light cannot tell you how beautiful you are. Bathe in the light and do not think of how the world has little. The 20’s and their respendlence of food and milk and how nothing made them happy anymore. Remember that things are what define this word, not happiness.

» Posted By Melody On 06.11.2014 @ 8:39 am


It’s full, there is not any more room! She shouted at him as he looked out side. It was the first time he had been there in years, and he thought there would space. He was sure there would be space. But after all this time, she didn’t even recognise his voice, let alone he face. It is shocking that it happened this way he thought. After all we have been through, here I am shouting at the door begging her to let me in.

» Posted By Melody On 02.27.2014 @ 11:04 am


down and gone the water runs through the drain taking the muck and grime with it falling to a depth I cannot see from the top.

» Posted By Melody On 02.12.2014 @ 9:12 am


The burbling splutter before the tap gives way to a rush of water. In a daze she eases the rim of the cup into the stream, wondering if anything ever held its significance.

With a short reprieve by the window sill dusk dissolves into night — empty and boundless as the cup she now sets on the countertop.

» Posted By Melody On 01.12.2014 @ 7:39 am


I feel a bit anxious when I hear about somethings complexity. It makes me think that I don’t have enough prowess to understand something. I don’t like feeling inadequate. I don’t like not understanding something. I wish I were competent and confident in my competence. But I never am.

» Posted By Melody On 09.08.2013 @ 10:07 pm


i see him walking along the street near my house he pushes his grocery cart to and from wereever he goes. gathering up the treads of other peoples lives the scrap and bits left behind.

» Posted By Melody On 06.03.2013 @ 12:03 pm


Don’t cry over that milk. Tears were spilled. Blood was spilled. I was spilling over with words. Spilled is almost like spelled but with an i instead of an e.

» Posted By Melody On 05.25.2013 @ 12:08 pm


one time there was a time where i forgot to use the clasp on my beaker for chemistry and i burnt my hand from it. It was a atrocious sensation because the skin of my hand began to bubble out and started to swell up.

» Posted By Melody On 04.28.2013 @ 3:54 pm


He refused outright. She nearly couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t even that new. It had been running for a good four or five years. And hundreds of thousands of people had ridden it.
She had never seen him like this, hunched slightly from some pressure at the middle, arms tight at his sides. The would’ve looked a little more casual in his pockets but he never marred the line of his pants.
“Are you sure, Daddy? It’s so much faster than driving and parking will be terrible.”
He looked out into the street. “I ain’t going down in no hole.”
There were numerous taxis just up the block. She could spring for one. It would still be worth it to recognize his service.

» Posted By Melody On 04.19.2013 @ 8:14 am


the splintered wooden barrel of an antique shotgun rested in my palms. the gun was a civil war veteran and certainly out of its element among dated dinette sets and dingy dolls.

» Posted By melody On 01.02.2013 @ 12:23 am


Colors blur.

» Posted By Melody On 12.05.2012 @ 10:45 am


In the past, I’ve been lost. but lately, I’ve been finding myself.
The past was never good for me. It brings tears to my eyes when I think about it.
My father beat me. He destroyed my childhood, or what of it I had.
I’m currently going trough a stage in my life where I’m trying to have my childhood. I like to wear pink, sparkly, frilly things. I like to run around and forget about everything. I like to eat with my hands.

» Posted By melody On 11.29.2012 @ 2:34 am


Take (n) advantage of.
All sorts.

» Posted By Melody On 11.15.2012 @ 1:45 pm


I went to the Tate modern a few weeks ago. Stood on a bridge watching a flash mob. They varied their performance between singing and ‘playing’ chasing games. They seemed solemnly into the singing however the smiles while they were ‘playing’ came across as forced and uncomfortable.

» Posted By Melody On 11.14.2012 @ 10:50 am


I can draw. Some people would say not well, but I like it. I doodle, I scribble. Actually, it’s probably more that
I’d like to draw. When someone draws well, it’s quite a talent, something to appreciate, something to wonder about where that came from. How did they get sucha good eye?

Also, there,s a draw in a game, where things balance out evenly. In the game of life, can you draw? Whfat would it mean if YouDidnt win or lose at life,? It was a draw? Who would you draw with? Can you draw with someone who thinks they’ve won? Is it self defeatist to think you’ve drawn?

» Posted By Melody On 11.12.2012 @ 10:43 am


Whether or not I think this is silly it kind of seems like it might be fun. I don’t know whether or not if I have to fill this whole box or not but regardless, I think I’m just going to keep writing. What is the both of this? I don’t know. I suppose the purpose is to get people writing and help with writer’s block.

» Posted By melody On 09.05.2012 @ 6:41 pm

Whether we fall alone or with a friend, we must realize that falling does not depend on whether we feel alive or alone, it depends on the gravity of life. Here we see that our serenity can help us in loving the jump or the lack thereof terrifying us to pieces. Whether we joy in the journey or hate the horizon, we live regardless.

» Posted By Melody On 09.05.2012 @ 5:35 pm


She hadn’t seen him before. Before this moment, he had always been inside of her, waiting to come out. Now, after having experienced all of this pain, all of this sadness, there he was right in front of her, breathing, crying. She didn’t care that seeing him and calling him a miracle might have been considered cliche. If it was, it didn’t make him any less beautiful, any less of a miracle to her.

» Posted By Melody On 09.03.2012 @ 4:54 pm


They captured the history of our world, country by country, in photographs, prose, stories and insightful examination. They began no doubt with stone scrawlings that were passed around the village, evolved onto papyrus, then paper.

» Posted By Melody On 08.29.2012 @ 11:28 am


carbon carbon carbon
an element
a word
a jumble of the persise letters of C-A-R-B-O-N!
GO carbon!!!

» Posted By melody On 08.26.2012 @ 11:48 am

the way the stars blink so prettily- it’s amazing.
the perfect mix of carbon, hydrogen and all of those other chemicals swirling into a big ball of shining joy
its wonderful

» Posted By melody On 08.26.2012 @ 11:46 am


it hurts so much and there is blood. so much blood. pain and blood. my life is like a mess. ı love bleeding. thats all. it means being alive. it’s strange though.

» Posted By Melody On 07.12.2012 @ 12:25 pm


it reminds me of something so long lasting, and painful and sorrowful. Dwelling reminds me of you. because i always thought about when wed be together but you left me here to dwell in my conscious and thoughts. Im being soaked up in sponge of time, and its very painful.

» Posted By Melody On 06.23.2012 @ 8:16 pm


The trunk had been kept beautifully. We were so protected, and unaware, and lest we did not forget, the trunk had kept us safe. We succeeded to embrace ourselves in a manner that nobody had seen before, and this had been the cause for success. Life had been flowing continuously and the trees and their trunks continued to thrive as well as we did. We were just as perfect as the trees seemed on that sunny summer day.

» Posted By Melody On 03.23.2012 @ 6:43 am


Score,marks, judge,goodness,reference,restaurants

» Posted By melody On 03.20.2012 @ 7:49 pm


Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What lengths will we go to to make you smile at us, just to have you upon our faces.

» Posted By Melody On 03.19.2012 @ 2:02 pm

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