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It was one day that I decided to make baking cookies a Christmas tradition. I would make them every year on Christmas eve with my family.

» Posted By Adrienne On 01.04.2017 @ 10:02 am


The axe falls down through the air.

He regrets everything, he realizes. All it took was the embrace of death to teach him that there was so much he had yet to do. Maybe if he had realized that he wasn’t immortal earlier, he would’ve smiled brighter, loved more, cried less.

He wasn’t ready to die.

» Posted By Adrienne On 11.05.2015 @ 5:54 pm


She would lay on her back in the front yard and stretch toward the sun. Her mother would come to the porch and call for her raisin when it was time for dinner.

» Posted By Adrienne On 08.09.2013 @ 1:14 am


peppers grew wildly in this part of the world. No one knew why. No one planted the peppers. They just grew. The people had grown sick of peppers. Every day, peppers for dinner, then soon it was peppers for lunch and sure enough, breakfast. Those god damn peppers never stopped growing no matter what they tried. They just grew…bigger and redder and greener than the year before. It was pepper madness.

» Posted By adrienne On 08.01.2013 @ 1:27 pm


Choose. Choose who you want to be. choose what you want to do in life. it is all your choice. Stop depending on others to CHOOSE for you. you have to think for yourself, do what you always dreamed of and see where it takes you. it’s all your choice.

» Posted By Adrienne On 01.17.2013 @ 8:02 pm


the soil was a dark, rich black. the little buds of blooming flowers were just peeping through the soft soil. new life was just beginning. the beauty of the nature just being born was the start of a gorgeous new era

» Posted By adrienne On 12.28.2012 @ 1:56 pm


There was a patient at a nearby hospital. He was very seriously ill with Count Choculitus. He didn’t know what to do. He bought out the entire stock of a near by grocery store’s Count Chocula and still was not satisfied. He had a hopeful disposition that the hospital’s staff could cure him of this ailment.

» Posted By Adrienne On 12.13.2012 @ 12:05 pm


How does one measure a moment. How is anything measured really? It’s all human made. Man made. Crafted by men older and wiser and richer. With glasses. Maybe. And quill pens. How is a moment measured? Is it like weight? Or height? Or light? Or heavy? It’s probably heavy.

» Posted By Adrienne On 11.14.2012 @ 5:46 pm


trees curved over the path, roots seemed to slide under my toes, the air was light but it was hard to see. the way to get to the cottage deep in the woods was misty. i started to run. my dress caught a tree and tore from the hem line to a few inches above. my hair a knotted mess, flowed behind me as i steadily padded over the damp earth. i had only a half hour to get there or i would surely be consumed by the whispers of the woods. they would hiss my name and then i would feel them breathing on my shoulder, just to whisp away as i turned to them. they were cowardly but i was still more afraid of them than i was of the unknown that i was headed towards. my breaths became more shallow, for my lungs could only hold so much of the damp air. it was hard to see. only a few steps in front of me. but i kept pressing on. the unknown is somehow more comforting than the terror of hanging in the mist.

» Posted By Adrienne On 08.17.2012 @ 8:01 pm


A couple days ago actually it was about a week ago, i went to my college orientation. Virginia Tech (as do most colleges)n place a lot of emphasis on safety especially for women. The police officer there was awesome and told us about the class to learn to defend ourselves and i want to do it and kick assaulters’ asses!

» Posted By Adrienne On 08.07.2012 @ 1:26 pm


i punctured my sad bone and i was all sad and quiet and i don’t know if i’ll ever be happy again i can’t think straight and my sadness levels are off the charts like this morning i cried because my carrot wasn’t orange. orange is a great color wow.

» Posted By adrienne On 08.06.2012 @ 1:56 pm


The cup holder of the vehicle was filled was crumbs and stickiness. Always disgusting. This is one reason she was putting off having kids. They reek havoc on your things.

» Posted By Adrienne On 07.25.2012 @ 9:49 am


Seeing a stretcher in the street in front of an ambulance or something has always given me the heebie jeebies. I never like to look, but I find myself doing it anyway and I erupt in gooseflesh. I don’t know what it is about people that makes us want to look, but it must be something adaptational. Something.

» Posted By Adrienne On 07.18.2012 @ 9:50 pm


There was a nest in a tree filled with the most beautiful blue eggs. These eggs belonged to a mama Robin bird, who was perched above her home, surveying her babies lovingly. Papa Robin was out getting food for his loving mate. This was going to be a nice family.

» Posted By Adrienne On 06.09.2012 @ 6:08 pm


My friends call me brainwashed by the government, like the proles in Orwell’s 1984, but I am so proud to live in the brilliant democracy of the United states. Having the ability to make a law if enough people sign a petitions such a powerful thing,and it makes me feel important. It gives us a way to let our voices ring and be heard.

» Posted By Adrienne On 03.13.2012 @ 8:43 pm


I grew up in small-town Oregon in a very protestant white neighborhood. My mother never liked to put the menora in the window during Hannukka because she was paranoid that there might be anti-semites in the area.

» Posted By Adrienne On 03.12.2012 @ 6:49 pm


I sat alone with my mother on my oregonian porch. We sat and unwrapped old holloween candy and threw the rappers into a cracked open volley ball. It served as our recycling bin. I hadn’t played volleyball for years, and this one was too old to donate because it would just discintegrate.

» Posted By Adrienne On 03.11.2012 @ 7:11 pm


sweet and salty, crunchy and soft little puffs of cloud but hard kernels too bits stuck in my teeth getting thirsty salty buttery extra butter please

» Posted By Adrienne On 02.26.2012 @ 5:11 pm


i am always patent, it is one of those things, sometimes i wish i wasnt so patent but life moves on. This is why i cant have kids my patience is limited and i get frustrated too often for words. I love my boyfriend, we are now engaged =]. Im so happy now, He asked me while we went camping, it was the happiest moment of my life, and I am so glad he wants a future with me, i always worried about that i thought he would never ask and i was doomed to be single for the rest of my life.

» Posted By Adrienne On 11.08.2011 @ 10:59 pm


My heart was like a lump of col iron. Sitting there, freezing the rest of my body. The col metallic lump was infecting the rest of my body and slowly crippling me. My hear was iron and I was losing the ability to feel. So cold, so frigid.

» Posted By Adrienne On 10.09.2011 @ 11:57 am


Half and half creamer, coffee… My mom always has coffee in the morning with half and half cream and toast with butter. Half of fifty cents is one quarter which i use three times a day when I buy those thirty-five cent chewing gum packs. I always carry a quart and a dime with me.

» Posted By Adrienne On 09.29.2011 @ 2:21 pm


I need to celebrate very day.neach day is really a gift and to dwell on allnthe issues verusus justnenjoying the day isn a shame. I promise myselfnto make every day count in some way special.

» Posted By Adrienne On 09.19.2011 @ 6:07 pm


I failed my drivers test, like four times. I would love to have a volvo 244 dl. I know, I know. Old, and lame, and what not. But it’s boxy and I love it. Boxy, from youtube sucks. Yuck. But that is something else altogether. Dinosaur featehrs. Gotta work on tyoing I guess. i’m so not even thinking well

» Posted By adrienne On 08.10.2011 @ 10:42 am


The heat game through the glass panes. Tom sat in the demountable school building and stared at the streak of red goo that eased across the floor. “Get out of there,” yelled Miss Hawes. Tom didn’t want to go. He knew he’d done something wrong. But he couldn’t figure out what.

» Posted By Adrienne On 08.03.2011 @ 6:58 am


Straws come in many different colors, I am thinking that my favorite color is probably a tealish blue turquoise color. If I had a straw of that color, I would probably want to drink vanilla coke out of it. Caffiene would probably be a good thing for me right now. I’ve had a couple of cups of coffee earlier, but am craving soda. Maybe that is why I am getting fat.

» Posted By adrienne On 07.11.2011 @ 6:38 pm


Living, old people are really strange in retirement homes. They make me think about Water for Elephants where the one old man actually believes all the lies he tells about being in the circus and the main character gets really, really angry at him. That was a really good book and I’d like to see the movie, even though it concerns me that they combined Al and August. I don’t really like that. It was weird how my mom didn’t like the book, I thought. Yeah, it was a little intense, but you could skip those parts.

» Posted By Adrienne On 07.04.2011 @ 5:24 pm


I took the train when i was little all over germany to visit my family who lived over there. I love trains they are fast and big and shiny. My friend wants to conduct a train when he gets bigger. he wants to be on a big shiny blue train. i said he should go to france where the trains are blue

» Posted By Adrienne On 06.15.2011 @ 1:13 pm


The train station bustled with people young and old. I heard the person on the loudspeaker announce the incoming train. Nobody even lifted their heads to listen, just continued doing what they were doing.

» Posted By Adrienne On 06.14.2011 @ 10:31 pm


it’s been so long since i’ve been outdoors. and in a society like ours it’s easy to neglect it. but camp, camp there is no possible way to avoid the sun, avoid the breeze, the trees, grass. camp is the one place you can be…

» Posted By Adrienne On 05.05.2011 @ 10:50 am


There is a bandada. it is red. it reminds me of bikers.

» Posted By adrienne On 05.02.2011 @ 12:16 pm

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