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fun

Nobody had fun tonight. Well, one person did. The one who slowly took the knife and fed it through our skin. Layer by layer until we were nothing but hunks of blood and exposed muscle. They laughed throughout the entire experience.

» Posted By Shannon On 12.05.2018 @ 4:00 am

ancient

the buildings are crumbling, deteriorating, slowly but surely dying. we walk amongst them, a group of nobodies, a group of nothing, feeling more at home in this place of rubble than in any other place. like the buildings, we are falling. like them, we are withering into nothingness.

» Posted By shannon On 07.15.2017 @ 11:50 pm

lifestyle

the people above us, the people who get to live everyday as if they will never die– they have a lifestyle to die for.
and then there’s us, the people on the bottom, who have to live everyday as if it is our last– we have a lifestyle that no one would ever want to live for.

» Posted By shannon On 07.13.2017 @ 6:40 pm

zone

i enter the zone. i see the others. in the same position as me, thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same things, yet miles away. we are one, yet we are not united. we can’t be. we are all out to get one another.
we cannot leave the zone until we have done so.

(ps: this was just posted, but i am reposting it so that it will appear under my account. sorry!)

» Posted By shannon On 07.08.2017 @ 4:39 pm

i enter the zone. i see the others. in the same position as me, thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same things, yet miles away. we are one, yet we are not united. we can’t be. we are all out to get one another.
we cannot leave the zone until we have done so.

» Posted By shannon On 07.08.2017 @ 3:52 pm

champagne

Like licorice it drops off the tongue, a smooth, spicy tinge. All around the edges, it inebriates the ones it loves. To the rest, it just tastes like water. Fancy water, the stuff that costs six dollars by the ounce. And all around us the crowd coos, at who? At who?

» Posted By Shannon On 01.15.2017 @ 9:26 pm

misunderstood

I felt misunderstood when I was alone. I was in my room and my boyfriend was on the couch outside. Why was he on the couch and not in bed? Wine, maybe? The belt in his hand. In my hand. My natural aggression and self hatred. That is not understood by many.

» Posted By shannon On 10.03.2016 @ 12:14 pm

jury

It’s not our job to be a jury, you know. We’re raised to believe that we are, taught from the get go how to judge the people around us. Their hair, their clothes, the way they talk. I still do it now, as an adult. Two girls come on the blood-donation bus talking loudly between them and I roll my eyes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

» Posted By Shannon On 08.02.2016 @ 1:30 pm

barbeque

It was Fourth of July and the whole family had planned to get together and barbeque. We had all planned to B

» Posted By Shannon On 07.05.2016 @ 1:17 pm

dentist

I hate going to the dentist. I do not like the feeling of getting poked in the gums. My new dentist has pictures posted on the ceiling which makes things a little more enjoyable. However, he keeps telling me that I need to get my wisdom teeth taken out and I am avoiding that at all costs. I went to the appointment and I do not think I will be going back.

» Posted By Shannon On 06.05.2016 @ 7:31 am

boom

An explosion? I love to watch things explode. Explosions are awesome. Only Oregon girls will want to dress up nice and want to blow stuff up at the same time.

» Posted By Shannon On 03.16.2016 @ 11:52 am

believe

What is it to believe and trust? To fly , to fall to climb back up again and soar up into the sky? Oh but you can – if you believe strong enough – you will fly and never look back

» Posted By Shannon On 03.10.2016 @ 10:53 pm

statues

statues surrounded me in the cold and desolate room in which I had stumbled. Of all my journeys around the castle this had yet to be my longest; never had I travelled this far into it’s walls before and the chill up my spine suggested maybe things should’ve stayed that way.

» Posted By Shannon On 09.19.2015 @ 2:47 pm

scene

The scene was imperfect but whole, I’d never seen anything like it. Beautiful but ripped at every edge. I didn’t know where we had ended up but I knew I wanted to stay for a while.

» Posted By Shannon On 09.15.2015 @ 4:09 am

“Aaaaand, scene.” The stage director said as he exhaled a breath of sweet relief that the endeavor had finally concluded itself. Thankful, he sat back in his chair.

» Posted By Shannon On 09.14.2015 @ 8:23 pm

witch

Her wart was quite vile, you could see it for a mile, this witch was staying at my house for a while. Her lips were tinted yellow and when she smiley at the fellow who avoided this witch while playing on his chello.

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» Posted By Shannon On 09.02.2015 @ 5:24 pm

relapse

seeing this word pop up as the word of the day made my stomach flip and my hands shake. Relapse is something I have to fight on a daily basis along with many others, it’s a thought that can control what I’m thinking or feeling and it’s scary to even see it on my screen and thats why this post is so terrible im sorry

» Posted By Shannon On 08.24.2015 @ 4:02 pm

relieved

I’m relieved my outlook on life is picking back up again. I’m starting to climb the ladder out of this rut I’m in now and my head is clearer. 45 applications for jobs sent off today and I’m taking my sister to the library tomorrow. I’m sorting things out slowly but surely and this roller coaster won’t see the last of me… I’m going to be okay.

» Posted By Shannon On 08.19.2015 @ 6:59 pm

I’m relieved my outlook on life is picking back up again. I’m starting to climb the ladder out of this rut I’m in now and my head is clearer. 45 applications for jobs sent off today and I’m taking my sister to the library tomorrow… I’m going to be okay.

» Posted By Shannon On 08.19.2015 @ 6:57 pm

fortress

Isn’t a fortress a castle like place? I can’t see the timer and I’ve probably just wasted all the time I’ve had to write about a fortress wondering what a fortress actually is

» Posted By Shannon On 08.19.2015 @ 12:49 pm

candid

She smiles, standing at the edge of a cliff, posing with both cheekbones sucked in. I ask her not to do it, to look away, to pretend I’m not hanging on every one of her movements. We are both supposed to be trying to ignore my obsession with her, my absolute need for her, but she has other plans. She winks at me just when I think she’s finally settled down and forgotten me. She blows raspberries with her cute little tongue, as if testing my capacity to endure.

» Posted By Shannon On 05.21.2015 @ 8:07 am

airbag

I can’t breathe, he tells me, but instead of helping, I linger, confused, awestruck by the fine line between this world and the next.
Have you ever been just blown away by the possibilities life holds and the impossibilities that death threatens?
It strikes me now, and I, the quiet victim, let it sink its jaws in.

» Posted By Shannon On 04.03.2015 @ 6:35 pm

parasite

there was something amiss in his head. There was a scratching. An itch deep in his skull. He thought he was going completely insane. He would actually hear it. The parasite!

» Posted By Shannon On 04.01.2015 @ 1:34 pm

dietary

I didn’t think too hard about how my arteries would feel after the double-decker hamburger entered my mouth. I didn’t worry that one day I would be crippled over in pain, feeling my heart clench against my chest. All I knew was extra cheese and added bacon, slathered in barbeque sauce. That was love. The truest, tastiest form.

» Posted By Shannon On 03.09.2015 @ 9:30 am

brewed

Before she went to bed each night, she would be sure to brew herself a hot, steaming cup of caffeinated coffee. It was a must. With it, she could descend into hours of self-induced insomnia and relish the night sky for its many secret nudges and half obscured lights.

» Posted By Shannon On 02.27.2015 @ 5:36 pm

buffalo

The buffalo was sweet and old, older than the hills. He lived in a wide open land, often dark, and full of death, but more than anything, full of life. Full of family, and survival, and most of all beauty. He walked to and from the grand watering hole, every day. And the life there filled him with joy.
He had a friend. One friend, who never ceased. The clear blue water that ran there.

» Posted By Shannon On 01.26.2015 @ 11:55 am

olive

i hate olives. They do not taste good. they have a ugly color. its pronounced like i love you.

» Posted By shannon On 12.31.2014 @ 11:45 am

polo

They were playing polo when he realized that he didn’t belong here. It was his parents country club, he didn’t want to be a member. He didn’t care about polo or anything else in the club. He felt so out of place, he threw himself off the horse.

» Posted By shannon On 12.14.2014 @ 9:26 pm

gentleman

He was a gentleman at heart. He watched the outside world roll by their window, one arm leaning against the cold metal of the windowpane. The other arm was tucked firmly to his side, trying to avoid the sleeping figure that, through the jostling of the train, had appeared to be scooting closer and closer to him every few minutes. He knew that he had every right to get up, he didn’t know this person after all. But if he did he risked waking them, and he remembered how they had appeared to him when they had first appeared; their dragging feet, the weight in their voice from the brief conversation before their eyelids fluttered shut and the snoring started. Someone in that conditioned couldn’t have had the best couple of days. So, he remained in his seat, arm at his side, eyes firmly on the outside of the car.

» Posted By Shannon On 10.30.2014 @ 1:56 am

fishing

He was fishing for a compliment and it was painfully obvious. She decided to ignore him and kept her eyes on her drink, smirking at her reflection. She wondered how long he was going to keep this up. Every year it was the same thing. He’d get so drunk he could hardly stay on his stool, and he would lean into the table as if it had its own magnetic pull. She would root herself in the seat next to him, uneasy leaving him alone. He was such an idiot when he was drunk, so trusting, so sluggish. Her guard duty had started the first year she met him when she had scraped him off of the floor one particularly hard new years day only to find his wallet missing and his jacket torn. She hated parties anyway and from then on she had always had a great excuse to hide in the corner and watch her predictable friend drink himself stupid.

» Posted By Shannon On 10.26.2014 @ 11:23 pm

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