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lack

the only things ive ever been afraid of losing are things i’ve always lacked.

» Posted By Samuel On 08.31.2017 @ 10:13 am

slideshow

Every time I see a slideshow, I think of all my happy memories! Then suddenly it ends and I am left with the thoughts of family and friends.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.05.2016 @ 2:44 pm

locked

A door is locked, a car is locked, a cabinet is locked, a house is locked, a fence is locked, a lock is made of metal extracted from the earth. Locks are hard to pick.

» Posted By Samuel On 08.17.2016 @ 9:57 am

moon

the moon orbits the earth and is smaller than the earth and has craters

» Posted By Samuel On 01.05.2016 @ 9:01 am

captive

captive to be to be held captive

» Posted By Samuel On 10.19.2015 @ 12:49 pm

I hate being held captive by my siblings because they do it to me every day. They always trap me in my room and don’t let me out until my mom makes them. And then they get in big trouble.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.19.2015 @ 11:52 am

tan

I haven’t needed a tan for weeks be because i go swimming a lot.and i have farmers tan

» Posted By Samuel On 09.14.2015 @ 12:03 pm

substance

“Ahh water!It will kill us!”Bob exclaimed
“No!Water is substance that’s liquid!”Dave responded

A liquid is a substance that can be seen through(Some of the time),unlike gases and solids, can move much more faster!

“Did you hear that” Dave told Bob
“Ahh! Juice!!”Bob screamed
“Oh no……”Dave sighed….

» Posted By Samuel On 07.03.2015 @ 9:46 pm

technique

“Ahh, i can do this!!!”,David screamed!
He was at the margin of a cliff going to jump off just because he was dared to! He quivered as he looked down 300 feet and yelled
“Why am i in this situation!!!! What can i do????”
“Use the technique……”A mysterious voice whispered.So David had no choice, he had to trust the voice, nothing else would work! Finally, David pointed his toes down and one!Two!Three! He dove off quickly down hoping this would all be over!Wait!I,David was already at the ground, he did it, he had faced his fears and now can even jump off 300 feet distances!!!
“Now.. which one of you is next…….” David muttered

» Posted By Samuel On 06.26.2015 @ 8:05 pm

follow

“You should have followed me!”,Joshua yelled
“Oh come on!!” Dan cried out
“Here, let me tell you what happened….”Joshua responded

Run! Run! The blue team was off ! The first part was the sluggish muddy pits! The blue team was determined to win,but so is the yellow team! Both team thundered across the mud pits in less than 10 seconds!
“Wow! This race will be a tight one!” the commentator laughed! The second and final part was the deadly acid bombs!!!!!! People have entered,but never came out! So,the blue team quickly ran with agility like they would have alreadly won the race! But, one of the team members was quickly departarted and all was gone!!

“Now do you get it”, Joshua told Dan
“No……”Dan quivered
“Come on! All this time for nothing!”Joshua cried out loud

So JOshua just left Dan thinking that this never happended!!

» Posted By Samuel On 06.25.2015 @ 9:37 pm

climbers

Their hands interlocked so hard their fingers turned white, but the tension was insincere. In the hotel room, waiting to get ready so that they could go and observe the election announcement live, they shared thinly-veiled hints that they couldn’t care less about the result of the election – that obviously it’d be ideal if their chosen side won, but that if not they’d try again next time: another ideology, another constituency, another colour.

» Posted By Samuel On 05.02.2015 @ 2:07 am

protest

He only managed to poke his fingers a little through the bilnds before the crowd’s collective voice roared back at him, so he had to take them out again before he even got a look. Bloody liberals. The streets outside were littered with jobless vermin. Come to think of it, that was probably why they were resisting so much to all this testing on the rats; they saw kindred spirits in their bright eyes and twitching tails.

Well, Edgar saw similarities too – but he wondered how many of them would really volunteer to take the rats’ places if the tests were stopped. They were probably hypocrites. Yes; the entire crowd swelled with the stench of hypocrisy.

“Martha,” he said, coming away from the blinds to sit back at his desk. “Bring me an espresso, would you? All the damned racket is giving me a headache.”

» Posted By Samuel On 05.01.2015 @ 12:47 am

badge

It isn’t much, really, but he wears it proudly on his lapel anyway. Back when it was hers, he’s sure she barely noticed it; past the time when she was seven years old, in the split second when she was awarded it for excellent needlework, of course. These days he notices things on her behalf, like the crocuses coming in and the half-smiles on unbought teddy bears’ faces, and the badge fastens these thoughts to him like a pin on a corkboard. She will always be with him.

» Posted By Samuel On 04.30.2015 @ 6:11 am

deliberate

She doesn’t like to consult anybody else on her management decisions. The best choices are ones that remain free of influence from people who aren’t in a position to understand; she, of course, is the only person whose perspective is all-reaching enough to merit having an opinion. She comes across arrogant – even foolish in some cases.

The CEO tells her she needs to be more forthcoming. She sits in his office in stilettos nearly as long as his forearm and takes a battering for the department’s losses, whether they’re heavy or slight; she has given up trusting other people’s judgements, as they’ve only made it worse. These days she carries the entire burden herself.

On her face are the faintest little signs of cracks beginning to form. It’s only a matter of time, she thinks, before it all gives way to the flood.

» Posted By Samuel On 04.29.2015 @ 1:58 am

tandem

We live our lives side-by-side – me on my side, and him in the mirror. Sometimes I trail my fingers along the surface of the glass, and the centimetre’s gap that prevents our skin from touching. I wonder what it would feel like, if I could push past the barrier. I wonder if his skin would feel warm, or if he’s serpent-cold like the look in our eyes.

» Posted By Samuel On 04.28.2015 @ 12:40 pm

drunken

A man was drunken, so he was a butt chicken poop head drunk man. And he never ever heard about a single drunken man, even though he was drunk. Plus I never want to be a poop head, so I play with my teddy a lot and it’s fun. And people who are drunken really do not like being drunk, even though I never have.

» Posted By Samuel On 02.24.2015 @ 10:59 am

grove

It’s a small patch of land in the middle of the woods – barely noticeable as a specific place, unless you know what you’re looking for. Cain does. He kneels in the same patch of worn grass as he always does, hands pressed palm-flat against the dry earth, and for a few seconds’ time he feels connected to the kindred, mortal soul he lost here centuries ago.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.22.2014 @ 8:38 am

attuned

People thought it was weird how they sat there just looking at each other and the grass beneath their palms for hours and hours, but they’d gotten used to being called weird years ago. The sun felt good on their high cheekbones and their shoulders, even when it was just on the edge of burning, and when they kissed, the same breeze ruffled their hair in exactly the same way. So what more could they ask?

» Posted By Samuel On 10.17.2014 @ 4:01 pm

elegance

When she puts in her grandmother’s earrings for the first time and looks up at herself in the mirror, it’s so empowering that she has to look away again in case she cries and smudges her mascara. It’s been a long time coming, trying to look this way – but at long last, she finally resembles herself.

And she is beautiful.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.15.2014 @ 2:34 pm

greedy

He kisses all three of them cleanly on the lips before he settles down to sleep on Alfie’s shoulder. Not for the first time, he reflects on how lucky he is; not for the first time, he thinks of how many boys he knows that complain about being lonely, and feels so deliciously greedy.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.14.2014 @ 9:00 am

amused

Later, history will peg her as joyless. ‘We are not amused’ is her most famous line – but in actual fact, the queen doesn’t say or write this. Her real most common quote is ‘We were very amused’, and she writes this in her diary with great frequency. If he knew about this future mistake, he would gather all the ink and paper in the world and paint a better picture of her; he would preserve the loving, smiling Victoria that he knew and loved in words and blazens from the ceiling to the floor, and hide adoring love poems in every drawer of every palace. Instead, he only knows to enjoy her as he sees her – and so popular conceptions of history remain settled and uncorrected in the dust.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.13.2014 @ 7:20 am

pity

She’s never been a cruel person. In fact, the only cruel thing she ever did was accidental, and most people would have dismissed it as a small part of a larger kindness. Jessica was seventeen years old when her aunt took her in, and she’d have been eternally grateful for the warmth of her home and her compassion if not for the pity that swam in her eyes as she offered.

Perhaps it’s unfair, but Jessica has resented her for that pity for the rest of her life.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.09.2014 @ 4:38 pm

apologetic

Rupert’s glasses are thick, both in the rims and the lenses. He lifts them off his face and folds them before he puts them on his desk, slow and measured; Adam thinks he might go mad in the time it takes Rupert to refocus and address the situation at hand again.

“It’s not that I don’t like you, old boy,” he says, gratingly jovial. “But there have to be redundanices. Last in, first out – you know how it is…”

» Posted By Samuel On 10.06.2014 @ 11:46 pm

doubt

There’s never a hair or the smell of perfume – never anything as obvious as that. It’s just a firmness in the line of his shoulders that Thomas can’t trust; there’s a practiced sound to every story about his day as though it’s been repeated several times on the car ride home, just in case. Thomas loves his boyfriend; don’t get him wrong about that. Everything after the first ten minutes when he gets home is fine. He just feels smothered by those few moments of doubt.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.05.2014 @ 3:41 pm

flattened

“This isn’t the way that boys are meant to be,” she says. Her cigarette is balanced between strong, tough fingers that have known many hours of hard labour, and she points it at him like a judge’s gavel. “Boys are meant to be tough, not fuckin’ around.”

He takes one last look in the mirror before he wipes off his face.

He wishes she could see how beautiful it makes him look.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.04.2014 @ 3:26 pm

underdog

She slips her sword under his armour like a kiss; it’s all soft and feminine but it does the trick. She can see the way his eyes bulge with surprise as well as pain, and it brings a smirk to her lips – which admittedly she already feels guilty about, but more fool him for underestimating her.

“The duel goes to Lady Henry,” calls the announcer. And she wins.

» Posted By Samuel On 10.03.2014 @ 10:53 pm

stood

He waits at the corner under the old bridge for at least thirty minutes before he realises that Danny isn’t coming, and the sigh he makes sounds as heavy as the earth – but in reality it’s lighter than air, cold breath curling up-up-up in the lamplight.

» Posted By Samuel On 09.30.2014 @ 4:30 pm

broaden

They sit on the edge of the hotel balcony, legs dangling over the wall, and watch the people crush together by the river. The lights flicker off the water, and you can practically smell the excitement and devotion of the people down there. She rests her head on Martha’s shoulder, and twines their fingers together, and feels that the world has never been more open to her than it is tonight.

» Posted By Samuel On 09.26.2014 @ 4:23 pm

hardly

She’s been begging on the streets since she was a young child. These days she’s still young, but her face hides a lot of its years of experience behind twinkly eyes and fresh skin. Every now and again the most sanctimonious people will stop as they pass her and tell her she’s too young to be out here – that she should run back to her parents or the police.

She snorts and lets her lips curl up into a grin.

“Hardly.”

» Posted By Samuel On 09.22.2014 @ 1:06 pm

dignity

They grew up together – birds of a feather, if not for the purple velvet of the Prince’s feathers against the muddy plain muslin of Arthur’s. Their youth was spent running through grounds that felt bigger than anything they’d ever experience and honeysuckle-scented kisses in the bushes out of the view of prying eyes.

Then came the teenage years, and harder schooling – and then Arthur really learned what it was to be a whipping boy.

He felt the sting and the smack of the whip on a frequent basis, meeting eyes with the light of his life and the centrepiece of his childhood. The Prince had grown up beautiful but cold; there wasn’t enough guilt in his facial expression, and it was outweighed by relief – presumably that it wasn’t his arse that felt the rod.

His indifference hurt worse than the pain, and Arthur felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

» Posted By Samuel On 09.21.2014 @ 8:42 pm

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