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Drama. Monologue. The one guy, standing alone, dramatically backlit on the stage. He delivers the monologue. It is exceptionally well done, but no one is there to applaud.
» Posted By Schuyler On 07.17.2013 @ 10:32 am
I always bought local cause there was really never another choice.
» Posted By Schuyler On 11.26.2012 @ 1:51 pm
Of course it would be towers, today of all days. I was small when it happened, but not too small to remember. Everyone was watching the TV. That’s what I remember. That, and my parents were scared. I’d never seen them scared before.
» Posted By Schuyler On 09.11.2012 @ 8:31 pm
An entryway is incomplete without a doorknob. How else can one enter into something? The door may be the portal through which we enter, but the doorknob is the single point that gives us something to grasp onto, turn, push forward, and take a leap into the unknown.
» Posted By Schuyler On 07.13.2012 @ 5:58 pm
The idea is in and out of my head before I can pin it down, but it leaves me with this feeling that’s impossible to ignore. I’ve got to get this down on paper, I realize.
» Posted By Schuyler On 06.12.2012 @ 9:41 pm
I’m pulling tissues out of the box angrily. Can you picture that? It sounds so ridiculous to say it, but the action itself is therapeutic almost. As I empty the box, I’m emptying my head.
» Posted By Schuyler On 06.04.2012 @ 7:16 pm
“A, B, C, base on me!” Justina screamed, wrapping her arms around the trunk of the tree. It was getting late.The sun was starting setting behind the trees. Where was everyone? She’d been sure that Marie was on her tail. Justina released her hold on the tree to look behind her. Seeing no one, she dropped to her knees with a huff.
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.18.2012 @ 9:03 pm
“You mean so much to me. I just don’t know how I could live without you. I’m not saying that to be melodramatic…Or clingy…I’m not clingy. I’m not needy. Or maybe I am. I need you…I love you.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to take them back. Why doesn’t real life have a backspace button?
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.17.2012 @ 9:35 pm
You expect me to completely disregard the past and just move on. I’m trying. Really, I am. But the more we don’t talk about it, the more it bugs me…Always there, in the back of my mind. It’s driving me insane. You hurt me. I hurt you.
We’re bad for one another.
I just can’t get that out of my head.
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.14.2012 @ 12:15 am
We’d never really been together, but somehow now that we couldn’t speak, I felt even more separated from him than before. It was all her fault. My mother would never understand. Of course she wouldn’t.
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.01.2012 @ 9:38 pm
“My Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name -”
Hallowed? What does that mean? The first thing that comes to mine is the word ‘Hollow”, but that couldn’t be it. It was a different sound. The ‘A’ sound. They’re still trying to teach me my letters. A is a vowel, I remember.
“Junie, are you paying attention?” Teacher asks me.
» Posted By Schuyler On 04.30.2012 @ 3:16 pm
The balloons floated up into the sky, until they were out of view. Jessica watched them as they went. Symbolic, Jessica decided.
» Posted By Schuyler On 04.27.2012 @ 1:55 pm
James didn’t have long, but he had no other goals to chase anymore, so maybe he could do it. He had to capture her heart. It was all that mattered.
» Posted By Schuyler On 03.28.2012 @ 9:04 pm
She watched as the man who called himself the Child Catcher slithered, like a snake, across the dirty ground. He writhed on the gravel, in immense pain.
“Mr. Catcher?” the child asked quietly. “Mr. Catcher are you alright?”
Despite the man’s frightful appearance, the girl felt no fear. She had always been a compassionate child. Though this man had been chasing her just a moment before, he was now in pain. She knew he was no threat to her now.
» Posted By Schuyler On 03.27.2012 @ 9:05 pm
I don’t really care for weave. It’s unnatural and weird. Many girls at my school wear weave. Some people it looks good on. Others not so much. I just wish I could tell them that without them thinking I’m racist or anything. I wish I had a weave.
» Posted By Schuyler On 03.02.2012 @ 5:36 pm
One of my favorite flowers would have to be the calla lilly. It is a beautiful flower, made into a bookmark by one of my best friends. A simple beautiful white flower.
» Posted By Schuyler On 01.08.2012 @ 11:58 am
Sleeves, the ultimate comfort, they have the ability to keep us warm, yet at the same time can be rolled up when they are not needed. They are there for us when we need them and just a roll away when we don’t.
» Posted By Schuyler On 12.15.2011 @ 8:49 pm
I just met you a few weeks ago, however it was like we had known each other for years. In a sense we really have. You’re perfect. Everything I could hope for. This could be the start of something truly wonderful. But for some reason it scares me so.
» Posted By Schuyler On 11.11.2011 @ 4:31 pm
They’re comfy and sometimes ugly and you should never sit on them in cheap hotels. They’re only good for naps, not a full night’s sleep. Sofa.
» Posted By Schuyler On 09.21.2011 @ 4:05 pm
I want to tell him so badly, but Im afraid of what his reaction will be. He seems to already be withdrawing himself from me, and I fear whatever I say will make no difference. Looking at him today, I regret not making this decision sooner.
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.17.2011 @ 4:07 pm
create. to generate wealth. generate feelings, music, tangable things with meaning
» Posted By Schuyler On 07.09.2010 @ 4:07 pm
I was walking along the deserted street, lantern in hand. I didn’t think that anyone else lived. And yet the lantern was a human creation. Huh.
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.23.2010 @ 10:58 am
my heart is chained and so is my mind. I feel blind because of the ghost in my soul. It needs to get let out so my soul can be free and unchained.
» Posted By Schuyler On 05.04.2010 @ 6:06 pm
It is cast by any object that is in the way of light, rather it be the sun or artificial. It is also usede in art to give the allusion of light on the canvas. In the plural senses of the word it is slang for sun glasses.
» Posted By Schuyler On 04.11.2009 @ 1:11 pm
stripes..what are they exactly? do they define us or just make us think we are defined? what is it with stripes? lol. Although, stripes do look good on zebras, they would look bad on humans. :)
» Posted By Schuyler On 11.23.2009 @ 2:46 pm
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Clip, a word with so many meanings. The most arbitrary of which is to cut, this word has so many possibilities, meanings. It can be used to describe a segment of a whole, or even be used as a verd meaning to cut.
» Posted By Schuyler On 03.30.2010 @ 10:35 am