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danced

I love to dance with this guy who says he has two left feet on the dance floor. But I don’t see it. What I see is this guy who could be a champion, Which of cause, as you know, I am. And what else is true? That’s for you to guess.

» Posted By Sunny On 02.16.2018 @ 5:22 am

stalk

Why the hell are you stalking me, huh? You think you have me on a shoe string with your strolling up behind me all the time, hovering there like a ghost. I’m gonna get you, I tell you. You ain’t gonna get me for sure. I wont let you. Or maybe I will. I don’t know.

» Posted By Sunny On 02.13.2018 @ 3:46 am

bulb

Lights on, who the hell cares? i know i don’t. They say some people do. But most people are idiots in my book. End of story, i would say. How about you? Oh, you don’t agree? Tough…

» Posted By Sunny On 02.10.2018 @ 6:01 am

hospital

He never liked hospitals. too creepy, made him feel like he was going mad or faint or even paint. Why paint, thought? He knew he should not have come up with a word like paint in his head doing this, more like pain. Only he didn’t like pain, either. Hated it.

» Posted By Sunny On 02.06.2018 @ 4:00 am

tempting

He gazed at the lush red apple, its obvious deliciousness tempting him. He told himself to stop, that it was poisoned, but his thin hand reached out anyway. Bony fingers wrapped around the rosy fruit, and he bit into it, collapsing to the ground.

» Posted By Sunny On 10.05.2017 @ 9:48 am

invite

“Invite me in!” Was what the pale man outside was screaming at Derek. Hesitantly, he peered through the window in the living room and screamed. There was the man, pale as paper, flashing sharp white teeth.

» Posted By Sunny On 10.03.2017 @ 12:41 pm

rival

Hannah had been her rival since sixth grade. Attention, grades, clothes, looks. Hannah was always one step ahead… but not after today.

» Posted By Sunny On 06.19.2017 @ 4:01 pm

butterflies

There were butterflies on every single flower. I could hardly believe it. From daffodil, to daisy, to orchid, a monarch perched upon each.
“What could this mean?” she asked.
I had no idea.

» Posted By Sunny On 06.07.2017 @ 8:04 pm

details

I didn’t give her all the details, but she was sobbing by the time I was finished speaking.
I had done it. I’d broken a person, and there was no turning back.
I knew I had no right to the sinking heart in my chest, but there it was.

» Posted By Sunny On 06.05.2017 @ 5:55 pm

indistinct

Doesn’t mean much to me. M
Probably means without any qualities to estabilsh itself without any meaning and

» Posted By Sunny On 07.19.2015 @ 5:38 am

humid

The night was thick and humid. The stench of rotting corpses stung her nose as it entered. Her eyes were closed. Either she was too afraid to open them, or something outside of herself forced them shut.

» Posted By Sunny On 09.08.2014 @ 11:23 pm

typhoon

Sea of dreams brings a typhoon.. in my head, everything is spinning, vivaciously trying to pass trough the walls. And walls, they are of steel, waiting for the right person to break through..

» Posted By sunny On 12.03.2013 @ 3:22 am

overcooked

It’s really easy to overcook something. I was baking last time and I think I put too little egg in my cookies and they ended up really dry and basically, overcooked. It’s never good to overcook.
To be honest, I have no idea what to write about this word ahahaha but I’m trying, and that’s what counts, I guess :p This website is actually really cool though, I’ll do better on the next word.

» Posted By Sunny On 10.25.2013 @ 8:46 pm

decoy

Fake, betrayal an act to confuse. I lost it you had it I was meant to lose. A pretending, a falsehood lies.

» Posted By Sunny On 06.27.2013 @ 2:25 pm

tumble

tumble reminds me of tumblr so everytime i type tumble my fingers will hesitate on the r key i love tumblr and blogging and such but its a huge waste of time and im thinking of tumble weeds like in the desert and they roll around and stuff but tumbler like you the thing you put beverages in i like drinks i like tea, tea tastes nice yay

» Posted By sunny On 06.18.2013 @ 10:21 pm

bowling

Tree little holes in a heavy ball
ten pins that maybe fall
all lot of fun with all your mates
even for one who waits…

» Posted By Sunny On 04.26.2013 @ 5:08 am

vines

The vines curled around him. Tighter and tighter they clutched, slowly intwining through his limbs, binding him still. It slithered up his nostril, tickling slightly, sending waves of panic coursing through him. He started to struggle weakly against his restraints. It was pointless. He was dead. His movement stopped, and the vines quit growing. The strangest thing happened the, the vines went into full bloom and the body disappeared.

» Posted By Sunny On 04.05.2013 @ 11:02 am

flames

The flames of conflict and doubt lashed out at me in hopelessness. Would I be happy staying this way if I convinced myself that things would get better? When would they get better? How could I get better hoping for something the flames always burned away and turned to ash! My dispair is the only thing the flames cannot extinguish.

» Posted By Sunny On 03.06.2013 @ 4:49 am

scene

whats the scene man? i asked and they all told me about it too…..its all very depressing most times but then its up to you how you take it. its the norm, everyone’s doing it, your own short coming or your delusoins. whats the scene? such a convenient thing to say….small question….so vague a scope….it could be anything from whats happening to hey man…tell me all thats going on wrong over here….
whats my scene these days?….confucion…and here i go putting it all down again given the slightest chance….scene….scenario….whats the scene with this site…and whats this all about then?

» Posted By Sunny On 10.05.2012 @ 12:50 pm

help

Help. We all need it, right? So why is it so hard for us to ask for it? The thoughts that we keep to ourselves, that we never let out, are destroying us from the inside out. We’re out own worst enemies and we hate it. We hate ourselves. For everything that we put ourselves through. For not being good enough for anyone. For not being who we want to be, for losing ourselves. We just want to be happy. We didn’t know life would be this tiring.

» Posted By Sunny On 09.26.2012 @ 9:16 pm

alive

I’m instantly aware of the light shining above me. My silver charm bracelet is digging into the skin on my left wrist. Strands of my long, blonde hair are sticking to the back of my neck. There’s an itch that I just can’t seem to scratch in the middle of my back. My socks don’t match. My cheeks are now a light shade of pink. My eyes aren’t as perky and bright as they once were. My thoughts are anywhere but at the task at hand. I can feel the people around me judging my appearance. I’m alive. But sometimes I desperately wish I weren’t.

» Posted By Sunny On 09.16.2012 @ 8:14 pm

I’m instantly aware of the light shining above me. My silver charm bracelet is digging into the skin on my left wrist. Strands of my long, blonde hair are sticking to the back of my neck. There’s an itch that I just can’t seem to scratch in the middle of my back. My socks don’t match. My cheeks are now a light shade of pink. My eyes aren’t as perky and bright as they once were. My thoughts are anywhere but at the task at hand. I’m alive. But sometimes I wish I weren’t.

» Posted By Sunny On 09.16.2012 @ 8:11 pm

flex

I watched his back tense up, his muscles flex briefly before turning around to look at me. His eyes were dark brown. Not in the friendly, inviting way, but in the mean, dark, mysterious way. Making you wonder what you don’t know about him.

» Posted By Sunny On 09.07.2012 @ 8:17 pm

magazines

The people on the cover stare back at you, judging you. With their perfect hair. Their perfect bodies. They’re unblemished faces. Their flawlessness staring right back at you. You close your eyes, trying to catch a break from the thoughts captivating your mind. You finally can’t take it anymore and throw the magazine at your door, sick of comparing yourself to someone who isn’t even there.

» Posted By Sunny On 08.28.2012 @ 7:27 pm

comfort

They say that if you really want to live, the first step is to move out of your comfort zone. But that’s the thing. So many of us are just surviving. We’re not living. We do what we need to to get by. We don’t do anything more, anything less. And to me, that is sad. Because I don’t want to just float by in life. I want to change the world. I want to do so much with my life. I just don’t know how.

» Posted By Sunny On 08.20.2012 @ 9:12 pm

banks

A bank is a place where you invest your money, but when you think about it, so is life. You choose where your money, goes where it’s spent, who you spend it on. Just like life, you choose where you go, who you spend it with, what you spend your time doing. So choose your banks carefully.

» Posted By Sunny On 08.13.2012 @ 4:26 pm

manners

“fuck it.” I mumble under my breath as I push past my sobbing mom and into the dining room where the rest of our family was seated.
“Sophie, sit down, darling.” my aunt says sweetly, politely, like an adult should act.
“No. I’m not sitting at this table full of ignorant twats.” I reply harshly.
The table was a mixture of gasps and eyes as big as saucers.

» Posted By sunny On 08.09.2012 @ 8:57 pm

puncture

Pop! I push the pencil through the crumpled piece of paper, making a small hole. Pop! Pop! Again and again, puncturing the thin piece of paper that reminded me so much of my own skin; easy to pierce through.

» Posted By Sunny On 08.06.2012 @ 11:21 pm

instructions

Look at the razor blade in your right hand, now look at your left wrist. Look at your smooth, unmarked skin. The pale blue veins running through your arm symbolizing life. Proving that you are alive and living. Now ask yourself if it’s worth it? No. It’s not. So put the razor down. Throw it out the window. Flush it down the toilet. Throw it into an ocean or a lake. Don’t start this addiction because once you do, it will never leave. Even if you do stop, it will always be on your mind. So do yourself a favor for me. Never pick up a razor blade with the intentions of self harming yourself.

» Posted By Sunny On 07.21.2012 @ 9:26 pm

auxiliary

auxiliary as support functions. we have these in music system. our tv sets. they provide us flexibility and freedom to have more.

» Posted By sunny On 07.15.2012 @ 4:13 am

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