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switch

Your life is like a switch. It just goes on and off at times. You’ll never know when, it just happens. If given the fact that you may remember some instances in your life, those are your “on” moments, and the ones you don’t remember are your “off” ones.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.09.2016 @ 5:31 am

towers

I have climbed a tower before, and I cried because i was scared of heights

» Posted By sophia On 05.25.2016 @ 8:12 am

value

idk I have a poem due for my creative writing class and writer’s block is a bitch

» Posted By Sophia On 02.04.2016 @ 5:24 pm

You only value springtime. You loathe winter, for snow is lucifer, and fall is just dead things.

» Posted By Sophia On 02.04.2016 @ 5:23 pm

council

A mean member of a place that I never want to be and I really don’t like them because I believe that they make poor choises. WHY COUNCIL PERSON?!

» Posted By Sophia On 02.02.2016 @ 6:59 pm

channel

Channel after channel, the images were the same: fourteen so far have been killed, with about twenty wounded. Down the street from where my grandmother and her husband live, the suspects were killed in a shoot-out with the police, and just on the other side of my cousin’s neighborhood was the suspects’ home, where the police found an entire arsenal with enough weapons to arm a platoon. Bombs had been discovered underneath the body of the suspects’ car, parked just outside Loma Linda University, and the Medical Center had received several bomb threats, forcing the entire building to evacuate.

» Posted By sophia On 12.06.2015 @ 9:59 pm

flyer

I’ve written about this word three times now, this being the third. Are you flying? Are you a flyer, or is it just a subjective object in the midst of a objective world?

» Posted By Sophia On 11.06.2015 @ 9:09 pm

As the mailman left, I summarily opened my door and opened the white box to find an old flyer.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.06.2015 @ 9:06 pm

willpower

She had everything she could ever need or want. She lacked the willpower. She sat watching the world orbiting in her hands,

motionless.

» Posted By Sophia On 10.06.2015 @ 6:30 pm

interest

i am interested in softball and dance! I like hanging out with my friends and traveling to different places. My name is sophia and I am 12 years old! my favorite holiday is christmas and halloween!

» Posted By Sophia On 05.20.2015 @ 6:32 am

lightweight

She was a lightweight, and whenever she went out, she’d always drink and it would never end well. She’d wake up in the morning in a pile of vomit and the middle of a throbbing headache.

» Posted By Sophia On 04.12.2015 @ 5:45 pm

stunt

She didn’t know what kind of stunt he was pulling, and she didn’t like it. There was something about his grin that made her feel suspicious, maybe even overly so, but still. She’d heard the rumours about this guy. She knew he wasn’t the most trustworthy person around.

And yet she still finds herself hand-in-hand with him, running from camp and into the woods.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.23.2014 @ 9:39 am

divider

Really, seriously? Divider again? I guess people can be dividers. I had friends back home that tried to be a divider between my husband and me. Thankfully, they failed, we’re still going stronger and getting stronger every day. Can I have a new word now?

» Posted By Sophia On 12.12.2014 @ 9:59 am

stood

She stood loud and proud of herself.

Then she woke up. Her legs still paralyzed.

» Posted By Sophia On 09.30.2014 @ 11:18 am

mythic

There are many creatures that are mythic. Some of them are real, we just don’t know it yet. Some of them are not real, but the way that people believe in them in a very large way makes the idea practically plausible. Mythic creatures are more than a myth, they are reality.

» Posted By Sophia On 08.18.2014 @ 8:24 pm

metro

Ah, the metro. A mode of transport used to move passengers from one place to another. Also known as a subway system. I don’t know where I’m fucking going with with. Why the hell did I have to get this word. I’ve never been on a metro. Why? Why me? Of all the words I could have gotten, this has to be it. I could have written a wonder little tale of a butterfly, but, no, this is what I received. The god damn metro.

» Posted By Sophia On 08.08.2014 @ 7:27 am

lethargic

Cailee wished she knew what Mom wanted from her. Lethargy, repeated the little voice in her mind. We want a life without tiredness. Without lethargy. Lethargy just brings us down. Brings our mind to circle around the sleeplessness. Circles and circles around the same old same old: life without magic.

» Posted By Sophia On 04.13.2014 @ 5:14 pm

still

it was bad

» Posted By Sophia On 04.09.2014 @ 1:56 pm

Still what is it Really? Is it a measure of TIme: “I am still Standing here?” or is it being in one place not moving?

» Posted By Sophia On 04.09.2014 @ 1:55 pm

compensate

He slid the money across the money, and Clara thought slime should be oozing from his fingertips. Her mother grabbed the cash quickly, her eyes averted, and the man simply smirked. But Clara knew they would never be fully compensated for all they had seen. All they had lived through. So she followed her mother meekly out of the room, but all the while her fingers pinched her palms, plotting murder.

» Posted By Sophia On 02.20.2014 @ 10:22 pm

strive

i strive to win this sandwich. I strive to eat this sandwich. I strive to bite into its soft bread, and lick its soft cheese off my fingertips. And this sounds weirdly erotic. And oh my god it really just is a sandwich. A sandwich that I want to eat goodbye

» Posted By Sophia On 01.19.2014 @ 1:01 pm

hijacked

They hijacked the plane.

Immediately, everyone felt it. The plane took a sharp dive, and the seatbelt sign went on as luggage rattled in the overhead compartment.

» Posted By Sophia On 01.10.2014 @ 8:50 pm

quest

This was a quest to end all quests, the most heroic quest of all – saving a planet. It was inevitable that Layne would come to this decision – to sacrifice himself for the people he hated, the people who never accepted him for what he was – but he would still do it. Whether or not he was alien, he would do it to save billions of lives.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.23.2013 @ 8:11 pm

coma

It was like being in a walking coma. No desire for anything. No desire to spend time with friends. Sleep wasn’t desired, but it was better than everything else. That’s what they don’t tell you, how draining it is to even be awake.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.22.2013 @ 1:32 pm

if

“What if the sky was made of chocolate?” Alice asked.
“The what the clouds be made of?” I replied, smiling.
“Whipped cream!”

» Posted By Sophia On 12.21.2013 @ 12:36 pm

celebrity

He was the celebrity in the room. With hair like caramel and smiles like candy, every woman in the room wanted to talk to him, to fuck him, to devour him. So instead of staying, he decided to walk outside with a freshly-lit cigarette and leave.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.20.2013 @ 2:40 pm

improv

Writing requires improvisation. It means thinking up regurgitations in a new way to make your audience cackle with hurt sides, cry with slow heaves, sit with quiet awe. If it doesn’t make the writer feel the emotions as she writes, then it isn’t good improv.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.10.2013 @ 5:50 pm

meanwhile

He sat there, wanting to taste her, kiss her, consume her in one breath.

Meanwhile, every single one of her instincts told her to escape.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.08.2013 @ 2:48 pm

chosen

Chosen in an act of desperation. Held in an act of self-indulgence. Left in a self inflicted tragedy.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.07.2013 @ 4:30 pm

typhoon

There was only devastation. I cried the cry of a banshee, but it was ineffectual, insignificant. Everything had been destroyed.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.01.2013 @ 5:25 pm

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