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the journey of life is never an easy one. the path is a long one, and many times we feel like we cannot possibly go on. But that is not true. We were born for greatness, and so shall we receive.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.07.2016 @ 1:55 pm


one more step
just one more step
just one more step and I’ll be done. Done with this life and start anew.
“Nessa Emily Teresa you get your ass back to your room or I will swear on my life that you never see the day’s light again!”
just a little bit farther.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.25.2015 @ 5:10 pm


It was everywhere. White covered carpets and vanities. Along with a brunette standing at the mirror, hair covered in white powder.
“Mason!” she wailed through the house “Did you loosen the cap on my dry shampoo?!”

» Posted By Michaela On 08.21.2015 @ 12:19 pm


I can’t believe shes gone
it was a few days, or maybe weeks.
She was gone as quick as she came

» Posted By Michaela On 08.18.2015 @ 12:37 pm


“And with the force of my…my…Line?”
“It’s two weeks until show you should know all your lines Drew.”
His face flustered and not from the house lights. “Sorry…”

» Posted By Michaela On 08.15.2015 @ 3:42 pm


This was it. I am not taking another step nor saying another word without yelling this from the rooftops. I clenched my fists until they turned white.
my voice was quiet at first “You’re being rude.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” I looked her straight in the eye voice in crescendo “You’re being rude. Ever since the day I’ve met you you were rude. You are a spoiled, rude, pretentious bitch and you need to get off your high horse and think about your consequences. You might not be bothered by it but others are. You almost cost someone their job because of your actions and your words caused me anxiety both social ad physical. You’re toxic Diane and I, we, don’t need you.”
I snapped,
I ruined my social life,
But I’m free.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.14.2015 @ 4:46 pm


Stop by the willow tree my friend.
It shall protect you from the storm.
But don’t take it for granted,
for every great thing must one day fall.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.13.2015 @ 3:41 pm


I broke through the boarded building while scavenging. It’s an eat or be eaten world and there better be some damn rations. I walk downstairs to the cellar when I hear a pinging metallic sound creeping closer and closer.
it stops at my feet, I pick up an old tin of canned peaches “What the hell-”
My surroundings went black. The next thing I know I wake up tied in a cell with a fiery pain in my side.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.12.2015 @ 4:50 pm


“Oh you are so dead.”
I ran out the door avoiding my unavoidable death from a certain patchy white ghost.
“This was a new shirt Penelope! It’s J Crew and you better pay for a new one!”

» Posted By Michaela On 08.10.2015 @ 4:42 pm


“Hey! Stop!”
Run, quick!
It’s not your fault that they left you, and it’s certainly not your fault that they made you snap.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.09.2015 @ 6:56 pm


Perhaps I’ll never know his story, the story of a boy who seemed to be gone in an instant. But, maybe that’s for the better. It all started last summer.

» Posted By Michaela On 08.07.2015 @ 5:13 pm


Teacher. Standing, waiting, pacing. A tall man with crossed arms and a look of authority. What a champion. Ego as large as the room. We sit, his peasants, his words running through our ears like water, leaving no resistance but mild erosion.

» Posted By Michaela On 05.02.2015 @ 10:05 pm


The hills were rolling; fine and calling. Large hands tightened slowly over the bridle in his hand, large nostrils inhaling the crisp, harsh wind of the open plains. It was rugged, and beautiful. Sepia-toned earth with scarcely living brush. It reeked harshness, and freedom.

» Posted By Michaela On 03.11.2014 @ 11:20 pm


Nothing will ever compare to the delight he brought me, the way he picked me up and we danced while I sang. The way he wouldn’t pressure me, and the way he drew me pictures. I loved the way he acted with his friends. There was nothing more to our relationship than pure delight

» Posted By Michaela On 07.09.2013 @ 8:16 am


It was never my intent to fall for you the way I did. Shamelessly falling, head over heels in love. Was it your looks I loved? Maybe. Was it your personality? Most likely. Or maybe, just maybe it was the way you loved me almost as much as I loved you.

» Posted By Michaela On 07.03.2013 @ 9:49 pm


She flew through the sky of thought as scenes of splendor flashed before her eyes. She remembered the good time- the times where stories flew from her brain and imagination like water from a well. Every plot had been genius, every pun hysterical. Ah… those days… were over. She fell with a splat right back into the world of writer’s block.

» Posted By Michaela On 06.06.2013 @ 5:07 pm


Ed Sheeran wasn’t really homeless. He had never been. But he’d heard from a woman in the shelter about her life and couldn’t help but write about it. But home was something Ed was very familiar with. From his mom’s home cooking to the view out his bedroom window, it was all familiar. That was what home should be.

» Posted By Michaela On 06.03.2013 @ 9:21 pm


I’m hoping to visit four capitol cities in the next month; Cardiff (where I live), London, Belfast and Edinburgh. All the capitol cities in the UK. I like cities, because you can walk everywhere, but I miss living close to fields and woods.

» Posted By michaela On 03.18.2013 @ 6:42 am


Overt! I don’t even know what this means! Usually I would get a dictionary or something, but I don’t think I have time to do that right now. Oh wait, I know overtly? Is that a word? Not that I know what it means anyway.

» Posted By michaela On 03.16.2013 @ 3:25 am


the directors chair is an important chair, it’s where the director sits. my friend got a directors chair for his birthday, someone stole it for him. i don’t know where you would steal a directors chair from, but he did.

» Posted By michaela On 03.12.2013 @ 4:04 pm


also is an extension to something else. also can be a surprise, or not. also, i’m tired.

» Posted By michaela On 03.09.2013 @ 3:25 am


I don’t know what conjured means… Conjured sounds like conjure… Like to conjure a spell. Maybe its when a spell has been made. You’d say, “Look what I conjured!” Which reminds me so much of Harry Potter. I feel like Hermione says conjured the most because she is the smartest of the bunch.

» Posted By Michaela On 03.01.2013 @ 11:00 pm


She put sequins on everything, her purse, her shoes, coat and curtains. She covered her lightbulb in them so her room was full of sparkles. She covered the walls, painted patterns and rainbows with the plastic jewels. She braided her hair, and filled in her skin.

» Posted By michaela On 02.25.2013 @ 10:24 am


there were the men in the cave, who had never been out of the cave, and so did not believe anything else existed. and when one man did see what there was outside, they did not believe him.

» Posted By michaela On 02.23.2013 @ 12:05 pm


shoes, bag, elephant, old, wrinkled, leathery skin, why is an elephant so wrinkly? because it’s too hard to iron one, leathery feeling between my fingers, leather

» Posted By michaela On 02.21.2013 @ 2:57 pm


Gardens are like life. They grow over the years, just like we do. They grow in ways we might not have noticed before. They get rained on, hailed on, even get struck by lightening at times. But all of that is important. The storm is important. The rain makes the flowers grow, and the lightening burns away the bad.
What are you growing into?

» Posted By Michaela On 02.08.2013 @ 4:20 pm


Murder…..was it really murder. What were the chances of that. Everybody loved her. But all is fair in love and war I suppose. Murder… done. Over. It’s over with thats all she wrote.

» Posted By Michaela On 02.03.2013 @ 10:28 am


I wish that I could tell you more about his face. It’s just so perfect you wouldn’t understand by the words on a page. The freckles around his eyes and jawline. The strength of his straight nose. His overly bushy eyebrows that compliment his blue eyes. I love every one of his features.

» Posted By Michaela On 01.31.2013 @ 7:36 pm

I like the way that your lines on your face connect in the most beautiful way. From your nose to your chin to your eyes. Everything has this irresistible asymmetry that I completely adore. I like the way that your eyes crinkle when you smile and the tip of your nose caresses your cupid’s bow.

» Posted By Michaela On 01.31.2013 @ 7:34 pm


It reminds me of Christmas. Of those winter, snow-filled days when family came. Family that we almost never saw. People from West Virginia, Oregon, Hawaii. While crazy at the time, they never seemed to stay for long enough. Playing hide and seek and getting hit in the head with baseballs. Ahh… good times.

» Posted By Michaela On 01.21.2013 @ 3:45 pm

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