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» Posted By Miriam On 11.01.2015 @ 9:08 pm
» Posted By miriam On 11.23.2014 @ 5:01 pm
You often have to sacrifice yourself, your things, your likes to make other people happy. The sacrifice will have a reward
» Posted By Miriam On 04.20.2014 @ 4:38 am
“Who needs common sense!”, I yell, enraged.
“Well, humanity has found it useful so far.”, she comments, way too calm. It makes me even angrier.
“I don’t care about humanitiy!”
“Yes, I can see that.”
She takes a sip from her coffee. Why isn’t it getting under her skin? Nothing can phase her, it seems.
“I think you underestimate the severity of our little “paux pas”.”
“You really think so?” Another little sip. She sounds so indifferent about it.
“Fuck you!”, I try to yell again, but my anger is gone. She has this smirk on her lips that I hate so much, only because it means that she got me again.
» Posted By Miriam On 11.02.2013 @ 1:17 am
Life is our hope for a future, life is our fear of disappointments, life is our love for the new adventures which await us every day. Given, that we live.
» Posted By Miriam On 10.31.2013 @ 4:33 pm
Faith had always been a big deal for me. To have faith in someone. To believe. It’s hard to believe nowadays and it’s hard to trust. I’ve always believed in people and I trust them not to disappoint me. How can they disappoint me when I have faith in them anyway?
» Posted By Miriam On 10.29.2013 @ 2:37 pm
Brisk sounds fast, fast and stubborn. A brisk brick. A risk. Like going through a wall, just with an idea.
» Posted By Miriam On 10.28.2013 @ 5:28 pm
I don’t know if I should do it. Really, I probably should. What if I don’t?
Nothing would change, not in time at least. I should do it. The knife is heavy. But I should. Yeah. Probably.
» Posted By Miriam On 10.28.2013 @ 11:04 am
He was a bad man. No one wanted him around for all the damage he had done. The day his electrocution was announced everyone breathed a little easier. With his death happiness was reborn in the small town. It was finally over.
» Posted By Miriam On 04.26.2013 @ 1:49 pm
People are always arguing about this here in DC. Wanting to know what’s fair or right and wrong. So scared. But why not be swindled if it means we can do some good? I’d rather be able to help someone and be taken advantage of than not being helpful at all.
» Posted By Miriam On 04.10.2013 @ 1:45 pm
He was a tall man, bruiting and towering over my battered frame. A grizzly expression in his lip, he grumbled, almost growling orders at me. I couldn’t help but obey, my muscles aching with every minute movement as I followed his lead.
» Posted By Miriam On 01.10.2013 @ 5:02 pm
It was just an object. That’s what she had to convince herself; that it wasn’t real, or important. It was a belonging, belonged to her. No, it didn’t belong, she had possession over it, but it belonged to none. Her soul for his life was the trade. And so she let it go.
» Posted By Miriam On 12.02.2012 @ 3:04 pm
I wrote this and I want to share it with no one in particular.
I wish I was invisible.
I’d go out,
and wander the streets.
Perch on a wall,
and watch the world.
I’d meld with the rain,
and make indents into the snow,
people would stare. But
I wouldn’t be there.
I’d be gone, on an evening stroll.
Feeling the wind
wisp around me.
It knows I’m here,
and so does the rain,
Because I’m not.
I’m not see-through.
If I sit there,
and ponder my thoughts,
people would wonder,
a little, a lot.
And I would wish that I wasn’t there,
that I was invisible.
» Posted By Miriam On 12.01.2012 @ 8:03 pm
I told him I love him. Not loved, love, present tense. It’s been a month, and that doesn’t seem long, but I feel farther from him than ever. We were together for 8 months, but we broke up. Tell self: “He doesn’t care for you, he only cares for himself.”
Note: I would like to point out that I was going to write the above no matter what the word was. Coincidence that it was relatable to my thoughts.
» Posted By Miriam On 11.30.2012 @ 5:19 pm
They thought to themselves, “We must survive.” But the echo in the space was too large, and resounding. They were alone, but two was one and they was she. She thought.
» Posted By Miriam On 11.09.2012 @ 7:40 am
His muscles flexed. He wasn’t trying as hard as he could. He didn’t want to come off as showy. He liked this girl and he wanted her to like him. So he put in some extra “umph” as he lifted her suitcase up the stairs into her room.
» Posted By Miriam On 09.08.2012 @ 12:04 am
“No, I won’t be afraid,” the girl said to her lover. At least, that is what she thought of him as, but that would not matter in a couple of days. When the school year ended, so did their relationship. He knew this, but she was left in the dark. Now, four months later, her heart is a hollow well. Empty of darling, and filled with pain.
» Posted By Miriam On 08.30.2012 @ 6:46 pm
The girl with the bad manners.
She sat there, plain as she was, and ate the entire table.
Literally. The meatloaf, the soup, the forks, even the porcelain gravy tureen.
All gone. Finished with a belch that woke the neighbors.
» Posted By Miriam On 08.10.2012 @ 12:18 am
A kind word, an open door, a friendly smile. The few things we are told are right to do can have such an enormous impact on the individuals around us. They can start the mending process to a broken spirit, brighten a day once thought to only be spiraling downwards. We can be proper simply for the sake of such a thing, or we can do it for a bigger purpose. For sharing the lightness of our hearts or ignoring the heaviness to make someone else’s burden just a bit easier to bear.
» Posted By Miriam On 08.09.2012 @ 9:13 pm
Icing. It’s tasty, it’s sweet and it’s affordable. What’s not to like? I could go into a metaphorical discussion about how icing is like love – sweet and tasty, but too much of it can be bad for you. Not that too much love is bad. But too much dependence on love? Maybe that is.
» Posted By Miriam On 07.23.2012 @ 5:09 am
The word suggestions is funny, since this site suggests words that start the writing process. It’s a humorous paradox. I suggest the next word be random.
» Posted By Miriam On 07.10.2012 @ 11:23 am
The girl was in pigtails,
a bright pink hairband held he light brown locks tightly drawn together.
She was wearing green overalls.
She was beautiful.
» Posted By Miriam On 07.07.2012 @ 10:23 pm
a darkened place.
There is no speaking, no playing,it is quiet.
But not a good quiet.
» Posted By Miriam On 07.06.2012 @ 9:30 pm
I don’t really understand what a modem is but it makes me think of the word modern. Everything is mainstreamed modernized, nothing is new. everything is old. i should just die, with only what is left on my modem to remember me by. dead.
» Posted By Miriam On 07.04.2012 @ 9:00 pm
Crust is on the sides of bread and a crust on the Earth, imagine if the Earths crust was on the side of a slice of your morning bread!
Imagine if the Earths Crust was made of bread, in times of famine, we could eat the earths crust instead!
» Posted By Miriam On 06.29.2012 @ 4:35 am
Soft and warm, like a memory from before
I saw you.
You were my first choice,
liquid and lucid.
I was always comfortable in your presence.
I rushed in.
I burned my tongue.
» Posted By Miriam On 06.25.2012 @ 8:36 pm
someone who has done something wrong and is most probably going to be sent to prison. convict is also a word of a song which was in the charts for a long times, some crap rap
» Posted By Miriam On 06.02.2012 @ 1:54 am
what a shinanigan. such reckless abandon why would he pull a stunt like that. Doesn’t he know that I worry, just how much I care? I love him for it, and hate him too. what a stunt…
» Posted By Miriam On 05.26.2012 @ 4:28 pm
gun. once i stapled one piece of paper to the next. my friend once stapled her finger on purpose, it looked really painful. maybe this means staple items like water and food, some people consider material objects like ipods and tvs to be staple items.
» Posted By Miriam On 03.17.2012 @ 3:11 pm
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one of the things my boyfriend misses most about being single is the flirting. not the scoring, the thrill of the chase. now we flirt together. and apart, a bit. mostly we chase, sometimes we score, but always we like each other even better…
» Posted By Miriam On 02.15.2012 @ 12:54 pm