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A paramedic is someone who works in an ambulance.
» Posted By Rebekah On 02.25.2019 @ 9:28 am
A simple line to make you feel worthy of a smile.
» Posted By Rebekah On 05.13.2017 @ 7:44 am
When life stops being a new and exciting journey, when you aren’t looking forward to tomorrow or trying something new. To stagnate is to let life go by without a sense of wonder and exploration. Stagnation is death.
» Posted By Rebekah On 11.14.2016 @ 7:03 am
Walking down the leaf strewn path, crisp wind pulling on my hair. The cold is welcoming. Appropriate. There’s no specific reason to feel this way but I do. Torn between withdrawal and yearning I quietly continue on, carrying my hidden battle.
» Posted By Rebekah On 11.10.2015 @ 3:00 am
smooth yellow, cascading in sheets, gross and yellowed ahaha I said yellowed. But yes ever so yellowed it might have been white once, might have but probably wasn’t. A sort of musk it exudes.
» Posted By Rebekah On 09.27.2015 @ 4:12 pm
the lightening was illuminating in the sky . that was an illuminating discussion
» Posted By rebekah On 09.11.2015 @ 11:14 am
Detergent: what a boring word. Cleaning the house & washing the clothes. So mundane. But I enjoy washing my clothes. It’s somewhat therapeutic. At least I’m doing something instead of just watching soap operas.
» Posted By rebekah On 03.27.2015 @ 1:24 am
While sometimes being vicious,these adorable bears are fun loving and hilarious to watch.They roll around and play fight with each other.And in their downtime,they eat bamboo and sleep.Sometimes I just wish I could ruffle their black and white fur and play with them as well.Just seeing them full of joy makes it even more sad that these creatures are slowly going extinct.
» Posted By Rebekah On 03.15.2015 @ 2:54 pm
It’s been sitting there for weeks
I’ve haven’t yet been tempted
I fear it
Heavy with news
Should I burn it?
Or open it?
» Posted By Rebekah On 03.04.2015 @ 6:46 pm
It wasn’t me. I hadn’t been the one to head into his apartment and shoot the guy, but as I wasn’t as disguised, as my balaclava that’s eye holes were much too big for my face had slipped, I was the one caught on CCTV.
It was pure luck, that. The same luck had landed me here in a police cell while he was still out on the prowl somewhere, avoiding the police while begging me in his mind not to tell on him.
» Posted By Rebekah On 10.07.2014 @ 6:09 pm
All I can really think about is my mama. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, she got quiet. Her tongue would slide between her lips like she was biting it to keep from screaming. Her eyes would widen and I knew I’d done it.
» Posted By Rebekah On 09.13.2014 @ 3:01 pm
her fear heighted at the thought of dying life was a glass rain drop
and it was falling fast and hard
» Posted By Rebekah On 03.23.2014 @ 9:45 am
she was driving a red car. she a driving a red car and the sun was plain, hiding behind the cards and Jane could see the freckles on its face through leaves and trees and
“where’s did she go? asked Jane and the shiny red car went driving.
Once upon a time in a white, white house…
» Posted By Rebekah On 01.11.2014 @ 2:10 am
she as driving a red car. she driving a red car and the sun was plain, hiding behind the cards and
Jane could see the freckles on its face through leaves and trees and
“where’s did she go? asked Jane and the shiny red car went driving.
» Posted By Rebekah On 01.11.2014 @ 2:07 am
“Are you kidding me, Takao?” Midorima asked, looking exasperated. He was in front of the entrance to their room. Instead of entering it, like he would have liked to, he was impeded by a barricade.
“I’m serious, Shin-chan!”
» Posted By Rebekah On 11.11.2013 @ 2:57 pm
The chicken really was not good. It was burnt on the bottom, and I could feel the crunchiness and taste the singed meat when I put it in my mouth. I wanted to stop eating, but I didn’t want to insult anyone. Besides that, I was desperately hungry. So what could I do? I tried to sneakily scrape the burnt parts off but to no avail.
» Posted By Rebekah On 10.25.2013 @ 1:13 pm
Something that can hold another thing in place. Ex: a table cloth on a table.
» Posted By Rebekah On 08.04.2013 @ 8:52 am
I felt the slickness of my palms sliding over the coins, aware that my mother had treasured them like nothing in this world. They were all she had, felt she needed. I missed her sometimes and wished that I had her passion and desire, though I knew it led her nowhere and gave her nothing.
» Posted By Rebekah On 08.03.2013 @ 12:40 am
I sat at the desk, staring at my loom. I knew that the project was due in just a few hours, but I just couldn’t bring myself to use it! Maybe because I didn’t know how, or maybe because I was just lazy. But I just did not want to use that loom. It sat there, taunting me. I sighed. Oh how I wanted to give up…
» Posted By Rebekah On 05.10.2013 @ 8:27 pm
I fabricated this new invention that stands to reason I am a professional inventor. I’m awesome at fabricating things. The most awesome in the entire world.
» Posted By Rebekah On 04.02.2013 @ 9:57 am
An addition, connection. A forgotten yet essential thought needed to complete an idea.
» Posted By Rebekah On 03.09.2013 @ 9:02 am
Connection. More than one. Another thought, feeling, or expression. Something essential to be added to complete the idea.
» Posted By Rebekah On 03.09.2013 @ 8:57 am
A job reference.
Someone who will say good things about you.
Not a friend.
A friend normally does not say good things about you.
Do I need new friends?
Or are mine just incredibly honest?
» Posted By Rebekah On 01.06.2013 @ 2:42 pm
I thought by this time in my life, I’d have actually done something with my life. I think people think that I have, but internally, I feel the same as I always have. Longing for something better. Bigger. I haven’t lived yet, and I’m getting older and no more wiser.
» Posted By Rebekah On 01.06.2013 @ 4:53 am
She tossed the ball into the air as her feet slammed against the pavement. The ball swished through the hoop and she sighed. alone with her thoughts, and scoring points, but neither of them mattered. She was stuck. She wondered why life couldn;t be as easy as scoring a basket. Shrugging, she picked up the basketball and walked inside.
» Posted By Rebekah On 12.18.2012 @ 5:19 pm
The puppy at the store was available.
» Posted By Rebekah On 12.12.2012 @ 7:00 am
Both of the cats like to play with yarn.
» Posted By Rebekah On 12.04.2012 @ 6:54 am
I heard something under my bed. I looked and it was just my cat.
» Posted By Rebekah On 11.28.2012 @ 6:55 am
Employees are the workers at places.
» Posted By Rebekah On 11.16.2012 @ 6:53 am
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life is measured. Love is measured, Food is measured. Everything in life is measured by numbers, by pleasure, by girfts, by sapce.
» Posted By Rebekah On 11.14.2012 @ 5:38 pm