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Squad might make you think of many things really. A football squad will usually come to most people’s minds at first. But then you may think of the similar work; squid. And then your mind might start to wonder what other words sound like squad. Quid popped into mine immediately. Maybe that’s just because it’s harder to think of words with Q’s in them.
» Posted By Tahlia On 11.04.2013 @ 7:25 am
What’s real?? Is it us?? Time?? Place?? Feelings?? Or are we un-real?? Are we a fairy-tale?? Like Cinderella or Snow White?? Real is like a dream, it seems real, but maybe it’s not… Maybe it’s not.
» Posted By Tahlia On 01.23.2013 @ 8:52 am
Amount is when you have a smile and add it to a frown, you get an amount, an equal, a sum. you can’t equal an amount with anything else coz then you don’t get an amount you just get something else! You can also have an amount in stories e.g. end of story, end of chapter, end of paragraph, end of scene, end of sentence, end of phrase. :)
» Posted By Tahlia On 01.03.2013 @ 6:51 am
Steps are used to walk up stairs. My daughter has been taking her first steps wich has turned into walking. Many people take different steps throught out life, some big some small. But these steps lead us in many directions. Leading us to our right pathe in life.
» Posted By tahlia On 11.01.2012 @ 4:40 pm
Principals rule the schooling world. Think of them as the pope, that has control over the whole catholic world. But, that world is just your school. And they sometimes teach your classes… but not always. I don’t like them, personally. But you could say that’s just my opinion. “That’s your opinion…” As Sheldon would say. Sheldon Cooper. God love him.
» Posted By Tahlia On 07.30.2012 @ 2:01 am
Principals are nice, sometimes. They rule the school, kind of like the pope or the queen, but there are bazillions of them. Sometimes they make your life terrible, or they make it better. But usually the first option. They are teachers, after all, and teachers suck shit. Principals. Teachers.
» Posted By Tahlia On 07.30.2012 @ 1:53 am
Wind turbines cause motion, motion causes effect. Cause and effect. Every action has consequence and every consequence has subsequent actions. Not that this means much. Tireless drivel.
» Posted By Tahlia On 07.10.2012 @ 1:20 am
I was never given detention. I was never rebellious or rude and really enjoyed doing my schoolwork. It’s interesting how much that changed. I discovered a delicious liberation.
» Posted By Tahlia On 07.07.2012 @ 3:54 am
He was a man of science. Is, he is a man of science. He studies the stars and the holes they leave behind when they die. My moon tattoo caught his eye and he said it was beautifully positioned on my body. My curves were its Earth. We had passionate sex and tearful goodbyes.
» Posted By Tahlia On 07.06.2012 @ 7:10 am
I don’t know what to right. This is on an extreme level, What do I WRITE POETRY, nONFICTION. How about a story, There once was a girl who beat the hardest ever level on this game, then the game became real!
» Posted By Tahlia On 08.04.2011 @ 7:21 am
I’d really rather not clean up someone else’s mess. I’m tired of people not taking responsibility for their own actions. I’m tired of people using “asking favours” as a way to dominate or indulge in power-play. I’m not your goddamn slave. No wonder you’re fat.
» Posted By Tahlia On 07.08.2011 @ 10:23 pm
I went to the station to find a friend but he wasn’t there. He’s never there. Just blank faces surrounding me. Behind every pillar. No one looking to make a connection with anything other than a train. It’s disgusting. I want people.
I want connection.
I want heart.
» Posted By Tahlia On 06.15.2011 @ 4:19 am
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The door was locked. There was no way she could get through, but she needed to, she so desperately needed to get her baby out from the burning house. How could she have left her baby? Sure, being a new mother is hard, but not so hard that this should happen. She had to get in, through that locked door, she started to run at it, when the fireman grabbed her arm. She turned, and saw her baby, safe, in his arms. And she began to cry.
» Posted By Tahlia On 03.19.2009 @ 7:57 am