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a jumper is a free man who doesn’t care life but loves air and empty
» Posted By chiara On 01.26.2018 @ 5:03 am
Different. Being different is positive you can learn many things from others, and teach them too.
» Posted By chiara On 04.02.2015 @ 2:49 am
Not sure what it means but I got the impression that is something stingy
» Posted By chiara On 06.12.2014 @ 2:53 pm
His orders rang in the back of my awareness with muffled fog. I only realized his voice after I had come out of my daze.
» Posted By chiara On 01.13.2014 @ 4:40 pm
I didn’t want to listen to it. It whirled in my ear but did not pass into my brain. His orders no longer seemed to affect me, just came through like passing fog.
» Posted By chiara On 01.13.2014 @ 3:26 pm
He was European. I was alone and entranced in his spell of times when illusion overpowered intellect. His musk was of cultured man and I fell wildly into him like a child into a pile of leaves. Willing.
» Posted By Chiara On 11.06.2013 @ 12:28 pm
be creative is very easy, just let it flow. but some time can be the difficultiest thing in the world. just to let it go
» Posted By chiara On 07.05.2013 @ 3:16 pm
mom, ninna nanna ninnao oh questa bimba a chi la do, se lo do al lupo nero se lo tiene per un anno intero! Selo do alla befana se latiene una settimana!! love
I love my family, my brothers, my parents. When I was child I used to slees with my parents.! I love it!!!!!
» Posted By chiara On 05.19.2013 @ 2:11 pm
I don’t like this word at all…it’s sound scares me…but maybe sometimes some punishment would be strategically decisive…
» Posted By Chiara On 04.08.2013 @ 5:08 am
i made a suggestion to him but he didn’t listen. maybe he felt i wasn’t worth his time.
» Posted By chiara On 07.10.2012 @ 2:52 pm
suggestion. another idea and perspective different from your own. meant to be helpful.
» Posted By chiara On 07.10.2012 @ 2:46 pm
i drove down the winding highway and watched the towering wind turbines spinning hundreds of feet above ground. my eyes were dra
» Posted By chiara On 07.10.2012 @ 2:44 pm
She gave him chills. It crept down his spine and into his heart. He felt them crawl up his spine. His love for them burned as much as his hatred for them grew. He never recognized how she made him feel before this very moment. The moment that she gave him chills.
» Posted By Chiara On 06.30.2012 @ 1:07 pm
Sinceramente non mi ricordo cosa vuol dire sweat, era un maglione, una giacca, un giacchettino? Suona dolce, suona sweet, terrà anche caldo? Chissà cosa vuol dire, chissà..
» Posted By chiara On 03.04.2012 @ 7:33 am
Silk is a cloth that is made of big horrible worms, thay are so ugly but makes really pretty fabric. Its very expensive because its a very old technique made by japanesse people.
» Posted By chiara On 08.23.2011 @ 3:30 pm
Something I think you think you have, but really are just repeating that you heard. I wonder if anyone truly believes anything anymore. They’re rare. Shouldn’t find two that are identical.
» Posted By Chiara On 06.18.2011 @ 3:24 pm
its what i should be but im not
i dont know
i wish i had determination
this is a bad word for me
its like one of those opposite words
me ——–everything else——— determination
were not so close
like me and my dad
ha, he was sure determined to keep his family together
» Posted By Chiara On 04.07.2011 @ 12:33 pm
give me the xbox controller. now. you’re done. be responsible. where is it? i hid it. for your own good. its under the bed. go tell him where it is. or bring it to him. all he does is play that stupid game! so much tension. fraught with violence. real violence or violence on tv? your time is up. do something better with your life.
» Posted By chiara On 02.05.2011 @ 3:42 pm
Darkroom. Lit up with smoke. The children choked and cried. The light would not penetrate. Each breath was a desire for knowledge beyond the unseen, which surrounded them like an inky cloak thrown over the shoulders of a stern night king. The most trying test was that of faith.
» Posted By chiara On 02.02.2011 @ 5:45 pm
I don’t really think that affection is used enough as a word. I think that feeling you get when you just think something is so cute and you’re proud of it is the best feeling in the world. That
‘s affection, not love. I think that affection is where you like something for what it is on principle.
» Posted By Chiara On 11.26.2010 @ 11:33 pm
not understand, lost somewhere, feeling of loosing someone we care about
» Posted By chiara On 10.29.2010 @ 5:26 am
i remember when we were still in elementary school, and i had probably read something in a book somewhere which prompted the idea of having our own high tea. we were dressed up and hid our faces behind lace and childish giggles. now i don’t know what you’re hiding behind exactly.
» Posted By Chiara On 04.30.2009 @ 6:39 pm
Occasion. For some reason, this word reminds me of a shell. Doesn’t it seem mildly shell-like? Somehting black and pink and clandestinely curled within itself on a white beach. You would find it in the morning, by yourself, scaling the length of the shore, waiting for the sky to change from off-white to blue.
» Posted By Chiara On 07.13.2008 @ 11:41 am
I carefully picked up the thin wooden chopsticks with my right hand and watched my fingers clumsily dance with them. They shakily pinched a piece of spicy-smelling foliage and I attempted to “gracefully” eat it. He smiled at me from across the table, battling with his own.
» Posted By Chiara On 07.12.2008 @ 10:05 am
She tugged at the scarf, her chin tucked neatly into it like a white rose poking neatly out of a man’s suit pocket. Her lips hung above the frayed edges as a robin’s head peers above the snow.
» Posted By Chiara On 07.19.2008 @ 11:51 am
in the morning i cant wake up. all i want to do is stay in bed. the night before, i prepare myself to wake up early. i so desperately want to be one of those people that wakes up early and drinks their morning coffee at the breakfast table, happy and sound. not me, i am a grouch. i hate the early mornings. they are the the days for me.
» Posted By chiara On 09.22.2009 @ 12:01 pm
This is the same word as yesterday! I’m incredibly disappointed. I am now keenly AWARE of this disappointment. I’ve been let down because I INTENDED to practice writing on a daily basis, without forgetting, and was quite looking foward to a new word, maybe something nice like snow or softness or maybe something edgy and confusing…
» Posted By Chiara On 11.30.2008 @ 9:10 am
i finally am not aware of what my eyes can see,of what my hands can touch, of where my mind can go, and i am so happy with it!
» Posted By Chiara On 11.30.2008 @ 6:44 am
It’s alright to have problems so long as you’re aware of them. Awareness can negate almost anything, come to think of it. He who is wise admits he knows nothing. You’re aware of your own immaturity, so you’re mature.
» Posted By Chiara On 11.29.2008 @ 12:19 pm
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You used this as a comparison for your life, and you were a little disturbed when you heard him echo you. It scares me a little too, but it’s really so universal that it shouldn’t. He said I walk like I’m walking on an ice rink, cautious. I’ll hold your hand.
» Posted By Chiara On 02.28.2009 @ 5:58 pm