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blamed

She blamed him for what he did. For the damage he caused. For how he hurt her. How could he? Maybe she was to blame as well. There was that one time…and that other time. No! It was completely his fault. She would forever blame him.

» Posted By Sherlock On 06.25.2013 @ 3:20 pm

She blamed him for what he did. For the damage he caused. For how he hurt her. How could he? Maybe she was to blame as well. There was that one time…and that other time. No! It was completely his fault. She would forever blame him.

» Posted By Sherlock On 06.25.2013 @ 3:20 pm

barren

It was a empty town. The town was barren with dusty tumbleweeds, and sand. I hated loneliness now. I always have hated loneliness. Why was I here? Was it for torture? I will never know.

» Posted By Sherlock On 05.31.2013 @ 6:31 pm

spilled

I spilled. I died and spilled. “Why did I spill?” I thought, eating my pie. My pie became a rainbow and attacked me, eating my soul. My soul sobbed. And kids, thats the story of how I became a ginger.

» Posted By Sherlock On 05.25.2013 @ 6:03 pm

A cup spilled on the table. I was in shock. It spilled all over my white clothes, and I cried. “The glass spilled!” I cried, screaming in agony. I melted away and became a frog. I hopped away and hoped I would see my family again.

» Posted By Sherlock On 05.25.2013 @ 6:01 pm

shallow

There are things in the world that do not have deep meaning. For example, even though you might give your soul into friendship, you might discover how shallow that relationship was. You never know how things are going to evolve, becoming either of high value or simply fading away as if it never was worth anything in the first place.

» Posted By Sherlock On 07.29.2009 @ 8:26 pm

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