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the country has capitalism
» Posted By Autumn On 03.13.2018 @ 8:33 am
The siblings fought over the toy. this conflict has gone on for to long said the mother.
» Posted By autumn On 03.07.2018 @ 8:21 am
The man left the the funeral with a heartache, knowing that he may never see his wife again.
» Posted By autumn On 03.01.2018 @ 6:33 am
the lady walked out of her job interview with such certainty that she was going to get the job.
» Posted By autumn On 02.26.2018 @ 8:17 am
The Bible is full of certainty, it is the truth.
» Posted By autumn On 02.26.2018 @ 8:13 am
The penguin left the group not knowing what is waiting for him. When he went over the edge to go for a swim. a pack of sea lions spotted him luckily he was fast so he ran as fast as he could. He finally made it back to the flock, the birds chased off the sea lions. From that day one he never left by himself again.
» Posted By autumn On 02.19.2018 @ 9:07 am
I dreamed I was a dancing princess. I would glide gracefully across the stage and everybody was in awe, but yet it was just a dream a dream that would never come true a thought of hope.
» Posted By autumn On 02.16.2018 @ 11:55 am
I danced with all my heart and all my will. I didn’t think I just danced
» Posted By autumn On 02.15.2018 @ 8:03 pm
the little girl danced with all her might. she did this just to get the attention of a work crazed mom who never seemed to care. as the girl danced she watched her mom she was for sure going to have her attention for she had the lead part, but as she watched her mom got up from her seat and left. the little girl stumbled and ran off the stage crying wondering why she never got her attention.
» Posted By autumn On 02.15.2018 @ 9:53 am
the lonely girl came to the coffeehouse everyday at precisely 5:00 to watch the sunset and look out into the small busy town wondering why nothing ever changes.
» Posted By autumn On 02.14.2018 @ 11:41 am
coffeehouses are for hipsters. They wear benies and glasses. The group drink lots of coffe .
» Posted By Autumn On 02.13.2018 @ 10:00 am
coffeehouses are for hipsters. they wear benies and glasses. they drink coffee and work on their computers.
» Posted By Autumn On 02.13.2018 @ 9:57 am
coffe houses are for hipsters. they wear bennies and glasses
» Posted By Autumn On 02.13.2018 @ 9:55 am
I told you they were my favourite flowers – well it’s one of them. I told you over the phone how beautiful white flowers were because of how pure they seemed to be, how nice they look dried up and messily stuck on the pages of my diary. I told you how gorgeous white flowers looked in bouquets, in hopes that you would get me some white flowers that could end up on the pages of my diary, and I could look back and think of you. Thinking that “he got me my favourite flowers because he knew they were my favourite.”
But you didn’t. The dried daisies on my diary come from the lonesome walks I take when you’re too busy to even ask how I am; when I’m trying my hardest to pull myself out of the thoughts of you that drown me. I pick them up along the way because daisies are just so goddamn gorgeous.
» Posted By autumn On 08.16.2017 @ 5:29 pm
I am absolutely tired of the endless fields of green. It reminds me of how big the world is and how much untouched land there is. The world is too big for me and I am afraid. I am not afraid of the large patches of land that never seem to end, I am afraid of not seeing it all in time.
» Posted By autumn On 08.11.2017 @ 12:12 pm
It was hard and cold. I’m pretty sure it left a mark on my face. I wish I fell on this a week ago, then I would’ve left a mark on it instead.
» Posted By autumn On 08.02.2017 @ 2:20 pm
She was the sunset and sunrise combined. Absolutely breathtaking in her white camisole top and silk shorts, barefoot; standing on the balcony, leaning against the rusted blue rails. Her face an untouched art piece that glowed as bright as the rising sun. One hand held onto a mug, probably carrying her liquid energy to keep her going.
Maybe it was the same one that sat lonesome on the coffee table before me. Possibly. I took my cup in my hands. I imagined that the sudden warmth that exploded onto my palms was like the warmth that would radiate from her hands if I got the chance to hold them. I pressed my lips against the edge of my cup; the rising from my coffee fogging my glasses so I closed my eyes.
I took a sip. Swallowed.
There was something about that cup of coffee. Something beautiful and pure about the warmth that touched my lips and entered my body. Something new and alive. I held the cup with both hands, close to my face. Through the fog of my glasses, I saw her. Her face was unclear but that shine and glow was so amazingly clear. The world around me was mute. This glowing entity that stood silently, basking in the sun on that stage demanded my attention – louder than any siren, drum, yell… she was better than that.
My balcony girl. Oh how I hoped she felt my energy in her cup of life as I felt hers through mine.
» Posted By autumn On 07.29.2017 @ 9:54 pm
“I feel it. Incapable. Towards almost everything – most things, in fact.” He was nibbling on the tip of his thumb. It was an action I’ve come to know as a sign of stress or discomfort for him. But what about? Why was he so stressed?
I felt my brows knit together as I studied him, trying to find some sort of answer that I knew would only escape his lips but I don’t think he even knew what he was on about. His curly hair was a mess and his glasses almost at the tip of his nose, he mumbled words I couldn’t hear and I guessed that he was trying to formulate some kind of sentence that would… release him from this state.
What are you stressed about? What’s on your mind? Why are you like this? What do you have to say? Why can’t you say it… right enough?
» Posted By autumn On 07.29.2017 @ 11:32 am
Everything is good and pleasant with everyone. all the problems from the past go away and everyone seems okay. laughter comes into the conversation and old enemies become friends.
» Posted By Autumn On 01.04.2017 @ 9:13 am
“Dude, there’s no way I’ll be able to clean this room in one day! It’s a disaster!” The boy grumbled as he flopped on his bed with a huff.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have gotten it so messy in the first place…” His friend said, crossing her arms as she leaned against his doorway.
» Posted By Autumn On 12.31.2015 @ 7:43 pm
I love to braid my hair. I braided it to make my hair wavy for the next day. I braided it today too.
» Posted By Autumn On 09.02.2015 @ 11:40 am
i composed a letter. She has been composing music for years. She composed a great song. She as composed music for a play. She has been composing music since she wa
» Posted By Autumn On 06.23.2015 @ 10:07 am
i have a lot of luxuries in life. I like luxurious things. I love luxury cars and clothes. I wish I could afford a luxurious lifestyle
» Posted By Autumn On 06.18.2015 @ 10:04 am
Looking. Seeing? Never seeing. Looking, never finding, I can’t find you. The clock ticks in my ears, I hear nothing but time passing. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Stop.
Looking. There is nothing. There is passing days. There is time ticking, ticking, ticking. There is no me. There is no you. Looking. Never finding.
» Posted By Autumn On 06.02.2015 @ 4:54 pm
Letters are sealed. Its words are sealed. Everything is a secret. A dirty little secret which everybody want to know, but nobody have the guts to open it and hear the truth.
» Posted By Autumn On 03.04.2015 @ 3:22 pm
» Posted By autumn On 10.18.2014 @ 12:12 pm
havent heard. it sounds very circular, and stuff. bluh bluh bluh dumb bitch boo you whore. that sentence is unrelated.,
» Posted By autumn On 10.18.2014 @ 12:11 pm
The lining on the inside of my favorite purse is torn. I guess you could say that it’s from how often I use it, but I’d say it’s probably because I have a nervous habit of picking at it when I find myself alone in public settings.
» Posted By Autumn On 08.08.2014 @ 10:34 pm
its actually star lit….i mean…moon lit…stars are small but the moon is prominent…and unique….stars are many….and countless….and boring..they appear now and disappear again…moon is more dear to me…not the stars
» Posted By Autumn On 02.06.2014 @ 3:51 am
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I am in a cone of shame right now. The walls of my room warp to wrap about my twisted method of deduction. I thought I had my logical reasons and I thought I would be able to speak freely and move along, but I am instead trapped in the downward funnel of my ever increasing agony. I am destined to be in pain because of my wreckless words and my thoughtless heart. I am in love and it hurts so so much.
» Posted By Autumn On 08.30.2013 @ 11:23 pm