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Ii fabricated my life in a way so that things didn’t simply mesh together, but they fell apart in a continuous string of unfortunate events. I didn’t mean to make it this way; but it seems it’s just the way things were meant to be.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 04.01.2013 @ 1:13 pm


It was the first of May. It was my last chance. After this, I would go home and that would be it. Today, I would fly on the glider, my own person kite wings, or I would leave for home and never leave the ground.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 05.20.2010 @ 4:00 pm


There were flashes and snapping sounds all about the room. Music spewed from the speakers. A pounding beat lead the way as girls walked out from backstage down the catwalk.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 09.25.2009 @ 6:58 pm


I see you sitting there. I want you. But, I know I can’t have you. I shouldn’t have you. It is wrong. We both know it.
Please, don’t look at me, like that. You know as well as I do. We must part.
Goodbye my dear, sweet chocolate cake.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 09.19.2009 @ 2:31 pm


This bickering. What is the point? You think you are right, I think I am. What good do we get from what we are doing? There is no logic to it.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 09.11.2009 @ 5:37 pm


My handwriting was a crude scrawl across the little card. These notes would be crucial to my passing of the test, but had been written in such haste that I could not read them.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 09.04.2009 @ 2:48 pm


Bump. Bump. Bump. I can’t sleep. My neighbors are having a party. The music is so loud. I want to go over there and tell them to shut up. No. Just ignore it. Just try to sleep.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 09.03.2009 @ 3:29 pm


The small room was made smaller by the lack of visible air. Through the smog, flashing lights shown out, and loud music pumped. It was a hell of a party, so I heard.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 09.01.2009 @ 6:09 pm


Always there. Always watching. Other bits of my world change and drift away, but You are always there.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.31.2009 @ 3:33 pm


Was it fate that brought her here? No. I really don’t think so. I think it was just dumb luck.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.30.2009 @ 3:26 pm


Down, down, down. Would he ever stop falling? There was darkness in every corner of his mind. He tried to gain a clear image of where he was. Who he was. But, it was too dark to see.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.29.2009 @ 1:41 pm


Scratching, clawing. The beast is trying to escape.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.27.2009 @ 3:38 pm


I assume you will understand. I know it isn’t fair, but it is just the way it has to be. Forgive me.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.26.2009 @ 5:53 pm


I love the spring. All the colors and new life. But, every year, just as the snow begins to melt and the grass begins to grow… ACHOO! Allergies are a pain.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.25.2009 @ 5:47 pm


Piles of laundry don every corner. Old papers are stacked in untidy piles. Knick-knacks and bobbles, trash and treasures. There isn’t an inch of clean space in the room. This is my habitat.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.24.2009 @ 7:15 pm


You don’t have to go. You know that it is your choice. But is it? Is it really an option?

» Posted By Melody Grace On 08.18.2009 @ 2:43 pm


I stand in the way of the waves and the wind. I block the weapons flung by the enemies. I will shield you from the world as it crashes down around it.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 11.04.2009 @ 3:11 pm


I’m lost.
But that is okay.
I’m ready to start over, anyway.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 11.03.2009 @ 9:53 pm


I can handle this. I can handle this.
If I kept telling myself to focus and didn’t look down [metaphorically, of course], why shouldn’t I be able to do it?

» Posted By Melody Grace On 11.20.2009 @ 4:08 pm


There is was. It seemed to glow a little, like a gift from God above. The colors, the smell. I think I might have fallen in love that day. What a wonderful Taco Supreme.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 12.20.2009 @ 8:36 pm


I looked over to my mom. She sipped from her wine glass so elegantly. I was only 14, so I wasn’t technically allowed to drink, but I asked mom if I could try it anyway. Reluctantly, she handed the glass to me. I carefully held it to my lips and took a quick drink. For the next thirty minutes, I was frantically trying to get the taste out of my mouth.

» Posted By Melody Grace On 10.03.2009 @ 10:05 am

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