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she looked at him. he was hot and that was obvious, she would bring him some lemonade she thought, its just lemonade it wont hurt. and thats what she did, she took him some lemonade but the fell in love and even though her father dissaproved of the stable hand they were married
» Posted By Summer On 04.09.2015 @ 5:23 am
to be honest im not to sure i know what terminal means. i think it has something to do with air planes. ive only ever been on a plane once that was fun, i was up for about 24 hours. it wasnt a very long flight but i didnt sleep. not because i was scared but because i was exited. hights dont scare me, i find them exhilarating. teminal
» Posted By Summer On 04.08.2015 @ 5:26 am
the owner of the small store had everything he could possibly want. a huge mansion a big tv, multiples actually and 14 cars. how did he do it? his store was so small.
» Posted By Summer On 04.06.2015 @ 10:53 am
Spitting the broth back into the bowel I glared at the guard. “That food is hardly fit for pigs. It’s bland and it stinks. I refuse to give it to the Prince. He’ll die from one bite of that disgusting, bland goop.”
» Posted By Summer On 02.08.2015 @ 4:11 pm
Spitting the broth back into the bowel I glared at the guard. “That food is hardly fit for pigs. It’s bland and it stinks. I refuse to give it to the Prince.”
» Posted By Summer On 02.08.2015 @ 4:09 pm
I never loved the sound of the piano more then I did right then. The war, killing and hardware over and once again we sit together in peace and listen to the piano
» Posted By Summer On 02.06.2015 @ 2:43 pm
transient lighting flares and flings across the open wounds where infectious colour lull and roll about lazily, like syphillis tongue in a permeating action. the vibes are parasites waiting to burrow within
» Posted By summer On 02.05.2015 @ 12:13 pm
Darkness. It was more then important, it was essential. We thieves thrived in the darkness, it made it easier to kill.
» Posted By Summer On 02.02.2015 @ 11:01 am
what is essential? what is essential in our life? love? family? air? I believe that fear is essential. we need fear. it protects us.
» Posted By summer On 02.01.2015 @ 1:33 pm
flag airplane people going on trips stories chicken folded paper athens trips
» Posted By Summer On 10.23.2014 @ 6:30 pm
the snakes writhe
a messy house of scales
perched upon her clouded head.
eyes glazed and nestled
far out into the milky tresses
» Posted By Summer On 08.18.2014 @ 9:35 pm
the jabs whip my face, it falls off the hinges.
i am only a victim in this cruel philosophy,
the torturous screams jump out my
as he keeps the game rolling
» Posted By Summer On 06.02.2014 @ 9:49 am
sickly sweet sultriness slides thru ur veins,
leaves splinters stuck in your thighs
creases your tongue
bleeds thru every opening
you’ve ever had
branches out of your eyes
into the sick morning. stinging
your pores with the delight
of withdrawal. they cant save you now,
ur pockets spell out. dissatisfied
» Posted By Summer On 05.28.2014 @ 6:34 pm
spectacular!! ecstatic performances hit me like light shows burning endless loops and psychedelic flowers into my swiss cheese brain. it melts into the emptiest pit of my stomach and waters the seed of death rotting fruit. trees spring from below into the shallow air of spring.
» Posted By Summer On 05.04.2014 @ 8:23 pm
the birds fly endlessly
as the sky opens up
there are no lines, no
dotted marks strewn across.
the free falling bodies
are not bound by any
thread : white, nor red
» Posted By Summer On 04.20.2014 @ 7:30 pm
sparks fly from your bleeding brain
headlines blinking, count the
pretty stars in the sky as it comes
to you. your pants change colour
and you;re inundated by
my simple phrases
» Posted By summer On 03.31.2014 @ 8:56 pm
unchanged sheets, dirty feet
exploring the backyard crack creek.
messy clothes and unwashed hair
all attempts fall away, left
barren and exposing ripped hide.
ur empty hope and sanctuary
can only sheild so much from tomorrow
» Posted By summer On 03.30.2014 @ 8:52 pm
sunlight climbs thru the window
high branches at ur feet
the flys are not rotten yet,
the buzz, only happy speech
» Posted By summer On 03.30.2014 @ 8:48 pm
hidden behind a wooden lid,
the guts swallow passing light
oblivion turned colourful
in the break of eve
» Posted By summer On 03.24.2014 @ 8:12 pm
running across the beach
sunligfht bleaches the hair
salty snake tresses whip away
and the rocks embed themselves into souls
» Posted By summer On 03.19.2014 @ 8:23 pm
She was seated three desks to the left and two desks ahead of him. He watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking, memorizing the curve of her jaw, the shade of her lips, and the placement of every little freckle and mole. He watched her expressions; he noted the crinkle that formed between her brows when she was confused, the small dimple in the left corner of her mouth when she smiled, and the way she bit her lip when she was deep in thought. He watched her until he could draw her from memory, even in his sleep. He watched as the days ticked by. Slowly, his sketchbook filled with her features and her expressions. He watched her when he left a sketch on her desk, signed with “Your Secret Admirer.” He watched as she flushed, slipped the paper into a notebook, and shyly glanced around. He watched as she caught his eye, and he smiled hesitantly. He watched as her face fell. She watched as his heart broke.
» Posted By Summer On 02.25.2014 @ 9:54 pm
The woman sat on her couch, staring at the small purple package perched menacingly on her coffee table. It was wrapped in reflective paper the color of an eggplant and silver ribbons wrapped around it like tentacles, tied in a neat bow on the top. It was a long belated birthday gift, she knew, from a time past. Opening it, she knew, would only be a mistake.
» Posted By Summer On 02.22.2014 @ 6:06 pm
I’ve always been defined as something I’m not, simply because it’s what they wanted. I have always despised this expectation, I’ll never be able to live up to it. why
» Posted By summer On 02.13.2014 @ 8:33 pm
This is the third time. I can’t forgive him this time. I can’t.
It used to be beautiful. It used to be warm electricity and exquisite aching and tender kisses. Now, it’s a broken, cold thing limping after a dream of better days.
But there won’t be better days. It’s time to let go.
» Posted By Summer On 02.07.2014 @ 10:37 pm
The Christmas season has come and mother has been putting up several decorations lately. The ones she loves the most though are the wreaths. They’re simply beautiful and they hang on each door delicately waiting for someone to come by and admire it. They smelled simply wonderful as well.Even though some people didn’t care too much for it my family loves it.
» Posted By Summer On 12.16.2013 @ 8:03 am
This is the day. This is the day I’ve always dreamed of as a little girl. I hold on to my puffy champagne gown as I’ve always imagined it would be. I feel like a princess. I feel beautiful, not pretty. I feel loving, and loved. I close my eyes and breathe; open them as the doors open as well. As I walk, I feel everything at once. I wanna laugh. I wanna cry. I wanna run towards your arms.
» Posted By Summer On 10.05.2013 @ 7:37 am
Anya smacked me with the slap bracelet, which was hot from an entire day of sitting in her car’s dashboard. I yelped, yanking the strip of hot metal and plastic off, and held my wrist. The bracelet left a bright red welt around my wrist. She smiled at me and kissed the welt. That was the essence of Anya. She loved to strike out unprovoked, striking when it would hurt most, reveling in the pain she caused. But she would always make up for it. She reveled as much in the difficulty of regaining trust as she did in others’ pain.
» Posted By Summer On 09.01.2013 @ 1:49 pm
I tapped the wilting flower, and it shook dejectedly, like it was heaving a sigh. I plucked out a browning petal and stroked the velvety surface before dropping it on the pristine hospital floor. I should tell Mother to order another. She doesn’t like ordering flowers for him because she knows he purposely lets them die. He says he likes to have something around experiencing the same things as he is.
» Posted By Summer On 08.31.2013 @ 3:44 pm
Collection of memories is something people keep so they won’t grow old and died somebody who’s easily forgotten or missing. It’s good to keep one, try, you’ll never regret taking some pressure off of your brain.
» Posted By Summer On 07.07.2013 @ 5:29 am
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i kinda think of manifest destiny but also ghosts and like how you manifest yourself to people and you can manifest differently to different people and stuff and thats coool? but yeaaah manifest woooooo. i would actually like to use this word more in writing because it can make things sound cooler and intense isssh?
» Posted By Summer On 07.04.2013 @ 9:20 pm