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i could see her looking at me, checking me out when she thought I couldn’t see. I don’t know why she felt threatened. She’s much prettier than I am. Smoother. Leaner. Light as a sheet of paper.

» Posted By Saya On 06.18.2019 @ 9:26 am


The weight settles just behind her nose, a constant dull pressure that causes her vision to blur with unfocused eyes and and her thoughts to spiral into useless tendrils of discordant sound screaming at her.

“It’s all my fault.”

» Posted By Saya On 03.30.2016 @ 6:22 am


“Are you enjoying playing the wallflower, sister dear?”

Elizabeth isn’t surprised to see her brother appear like a specter at her side brandishing his observations like a saber. She slouches a little further into the wall and tucks her chin down, smiling up at him with teasing eyes beneath her lashes.

“At least I am playing the social outcast for my own amusement instead of pretending to belong when I do not, like some others I could name.”

Elizabeth isn’t surprised he turns on his heel and flees (in a very casual and dignified manner, of course) either. Let it not be said that Elizabeth doesn’t know how to be cruel.

» Posted By Saya On 03.23.2016 @ 5:49 am


Out of the skillet and into the fire, that’s what her Grandmama would’ve said.

Now, her Grandmama would’ve said the whole thing was a fool’s errand to begin with. That all of her wonderful reasons were a crock of bull too. And after she’d spent all that time getting all her little ducks in a row. Grandmama wouldn’t said she had nothing to show for it.

Just because the situation hadn’t panned out like she expected didn’t mean she’d wasted all the effort. She’d just found another way NOT to win a war.

» Posted By Saya On 03.15.2016 @ 6:22 pm


Her skin is pink and aching from the scrubbing and she’s long since run out of hot water, but she turns on the shower again.

Just one more and she knows she’ll finally feel clean.

» Posted By Saya On 03.12.2016 @ 11:25 am


“Breathe, breathe, breathe darling, breathe.”

She whispers the words under her own shortened breath like a prayer; fingers rubbing circles into the sobbing boy’s back rather harder than the child probably wanted, but it was the only way to stop her hands from shaking.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

» Posted By Saya On 03.10.2016 @ 9:08 am


“Someone should take him down.”

It’s oh so casual, tossed towards her as he passes on his way out the door. To anyone else it would be innocuous. And complete plausible deniability if push came to shove.

But she knew a kill order when she heard one.

» Posted By Saya On 03.05.2016 @ 7:09 pm


I look like I ate a few. I just…I was different. Thinner, more in control, more likable. Now, I feel like three in one. Huge. Too much.

» Posted By Saya On 12.07.2015 @ 6:29 pm


Magnetic. This was the word that pulsed through his veins as strongly as the aura that drew him toward her. He was compelled to speak to her, to meet her. He could not avert his eyes.

» Posted By Saya On 02.06.2015 @ 11:57 am


One small, round object; expected to encompass the grand responsibility of directing a life. An arrow, pointing always in the same direction; so no matter how badly you struggle in your move forward, you can always find your way back.

» Posted By Saya On 01.12.2013 @ 12:27 pm


I didn’t really know what sate means. So I took a few seconds to look it up. It means to satisfy. Example, sate your appetite. Hm…I suppose I can’t sate this exercise today.

» Posted By Saya On 12.19.2012 @ 3:39 pm


She worried about his methods. He had ways of extracting information; ways that she was not entirely sure were legal. His methods led to missing people, or found people with missing parts.

» Posted By Saya On 12.09.2012 @ 7:48 pm


Carbon paper… Good. Carbon dioxide very bad!
Half the health problems are because of the later one.

I don’t know whether to move to a cleaner city. But How can I leave MUMBAI!!!
Mumbai the happening city!
And go to a boring but clean one??

» Posted By Saya On 08.27.2012 @ 12:13 am


Automatic is a word that describes the swiftness that something occurs. For instance, if a computer is to be used by an impatient person, all of the actions that the person does must happen automatically, or else they will get frustrated and quit.

» Posted By Saya On 10.24.2011 @ 8:15 pm


A trade with the lord was a gambling move at the least. To find the key he had to make the trade, but to make the trade he had to have the key!! And his Lord Manchester wasn’t one to accept such trifling excuses. (YAY! No time! DERP!)

» Posted By Saya On 09.12.2011 @ 8:09 pm


I just wrote about this word, honestly. I did it before I set up this account though. So, here I am, writing about this word again. Dear elastic hair ties, please stop getting lost!

» Posted By Saya On 08.10.2011 @ 4:07 pm


my heart flutters as
your eyelashes open and close
it’s hard to breathe with such

» Posted By Saya On 04.03.2009 @ 9:48 pm


If I had a passport away from where I live now I’d be living some place better.
Someplace quieter.
Someplace I could be independent.
Somplace I’d be loved.
Someplace I wont get hurt.
Someplace with you.

» Posted By Saya On 04.17.2009 @ 11:25 am


this feeling climbs into my third or fourth ribcage
as they scream fucked words and
shoot heart wrenching expressions
this feeling..
“its called being misunderstood”

» Posted By Saya On 04.08.2009 @ 5:21 pm


it was a blackout
i was hoping those three words
were to be “i love you”
not “it’s over. “

» Posted By Saya On 04.04.2009 @ 4:53 pm

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