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The bone broth bubbled, extracting protein upon gelatin upon secret potent potions ready to be devoured by my body in one disgusting gulp.
» Posted By Clare On 07.24.2016 @ 9:33 pm
It was as if I’d just died.
I hadn’t died, of course; no, the one dying here was the woman in front of me, her robes folwing behind her as she ran out into the street.
There was a play going on, at one point, but look where that went. In that split second, she was gone.
» Posted By Clare On 01.06.2016 @ 1:12 pm
Slate grey: The colour of my mood and of the Midlands and the north and its utilitarian architecture.
» Posted By Clare On 01.02.2015 @ 9:35 am
The colour of bathrooms from the 1970’s, the name of elderly ladies once endowed with great spirit and a food I detest.
» Posted By Clare On 12.30.2014 @ 2:47 pm
i tried. for you i tried. and i honestly thought you could’ve been everything for me. how could you give all that away. i swear our lives together are like swimming. you’re doing perfect back flips off the diving board and old lady positions in the water. and me? well i’m drowning going under, under, under. sinking so deep you forget i’m there.
» Posted By Clare On 08.22.2014 @ 9:00 pm
I think there was a time in which going grocery shopping was actually fun. Amelia thought as she walked through the deli aisle. Assorted meats at all side of her. She wondered why they hadn’t made an evil villain with meat powers. Of a villain made of raw, processed meat.
» Posted By Clare On 08.14.2014 @ 12:20 pm
“Stop looking at me.” I defended myself.
“Or what?” Jeffery Thomas, the school bully spat back as he towered over me.
“I’m going to tell the principal on you.”
“Yeah, like that’s gonna make a difference.”
I hated this guy. he trips me day after day and I’m sick of it.
» Posted By Clare On 06.22.2014 @ 3:41 am
There he stood. Hand on both of my suitcases, waiting on the elevator. There was something about him that I found so…so intriguing. Maybe I was just being loopy from the plane ride over here.
“Miss…miss?” The bellboy was trying to get my attention.
I blushed, the red flaming over my face, “Oh, sorry, what’d you say?”
“I um…was wondering if there was anything fragile in this suitcases.” The bellboy explained. God, he had dimples and such blue eyes. They reminded me of gunmetal.
» Posted By Clare On 06.20.2014 @ 10:59 pm
The world didn’t know any better. They didn’t know what to expect when the first snap on watch, or swatch as they liked to be called, broke when a four year old stepped on it out of vein. It was a cold in the mid-afternoon when it happened. The child was simply running around when it accidentally tripped over the swatch.
» Posted By Clare On 06.20.2014 @ 6:53 am
She was quiet. Waiting. There was loneliness in waiting, this she knew. Biding time for life to start. Desperate yet inactive in her quest. Quickly and slowly time was passing.
» Posted By Clare On 05.29.2014 @ 2:36 am
stark white goodbyes, better said at home. Employees a constant in a place that is anything but.
» Posted By Clare On 05.07.2014 @ 1:32 am
my hair is not ombre but i wish it was. the girl i lived with in germany had ombre hair and she was an 18 yr old hip alcoholic and i thought she was cooler than fucking life. i wanted to be her, and i still do. ombre, hombre. is it hombre or hambre? i dont know. i think i missed that question on my spanish test today.
» Posted By clare On 12.13.2013 @ 5:36 pm
as i drove into the mans house, i looked at him with fierce eyes. It was my only intent to murder this man, kill him. Make his body into nothigness. His soul was hated and his face became known to the whole town. he was the mosted hated being. I sliced his throat untill i saw blood pour out of his flesh.
» Posted By clare On 07.03.2013 @ 1:14 pm
beware of fire beware of the bear beware of the fair of the care and the far and the near
» Posted By clare On 03.21.2013 @ 7:15 am
beware of fire, beware of the bear beware of awareness the niceness of fairness beware of the hair of the fair and the far and the near.
» Posted By clare On 03.21.2013 @ 7:06 am
His skin was leathery and worn from work, covered in callouses that spoke of long days out in the field beneath a hot July son. I liked the way that his hand felt in mine, firm and reassuring, like a father holding his little girl’s hand as they crossed the street together. With him, I felt safe.
» Posted By Clare On 02.22.2013 @ 8:02 am
I hope that I don’t turn out to be a flat character in this life. I want to be a round character. I want to go somewhere, do something, change. I want there to be more to me than what you see on the surface level. I want to see something great. Even if I can’t to anything great, to see something truly great would make it all worth while.
» Posted By Clare On 02.14.2013 @ 11:02 am
Wah. No pun intended. So there was crying everywhere in the city. From morning to evening, no business was conducted, none passed in or out, but the sound of wailing and groaning of tears filled the entire vicinity.
» Posted By Clare On 01.11.2013 @ 8:28 pm
Promises are very often broken. I fear making promises because I don’t trust myself with them half the time. (This is the same principle behind my determination to never go into the medical field.) The last time someone promised me something was last year. I still cry thinking about the aftermath, so I try desperately and constantly to push it from my mind.
» Posted By Clare On 01.09.2013 @ 11:05 am
I’m sure I left it here somewhere. Somewhere around here is the the thing I’ve lost. I’ve looked under things, down the back of the sofa and the sideboard, I’ve torn the whole house apart but its nowhere, but I’m Sure it’s here somewhere.
» Posted By Clare On 12.31.2012 @ 5:08 am
Nothing is simple. It might seems so, at first glance, but it really isn’t. Everyone you see on the street, just wandering by, has their own life. Unique relationships, experiences, passions. And isn’t that the most beautiful thing of all?
» Posted By Clare On 12.05.2012 @ 9:27 pm
i’m a local, amongst these pine trees and briney air. i breathe it and i exhale it, and it fills my blood and with it takes my stories, what i’ve seen in this town.
» Posted By Clare On 11.27.2012 @ 5:09 am
A place where books go to live out their days. Thumbed over, dog-eared pages. Walls and walls lined with stories to escape in, new worlds to explore. A haven. A heaven. A place to go where all is quiet and nothing can distract you from your escape. It is all you, it is only you. You and the words. The words that can save you and take you away from where you are, forward to a better place. A new place. A real place.
» Posted By Clare On 11.24.2012 @ 2:18 pm
i am late at everything; late to start, late to finish, even (especially) the important things. i cannot do anything, except assemble images and occasionally drink tea and write things.
of late, i have been late.
the late cee (the late cee’s awareness that she has to work to survive)
» Posted By clare On 11.22.2012 @ 1:50 pm
institute, college university organisation instructors mentality mental home
a place for a certain group of people with similar interests or personalities
» Posted By clare On 11.16.2012 @ 7:08 pm
employees are the boring ones. they wear blue and white and are all neat and pressed. their hair is slicked back and they click their pens incessantly during meetings, waiting impatiently to go home and do the very same thing.
» Posted By clare On 11.15.2012 @ 12:17 pm
sneaking off on a sunny saturday afternoon to watch the circus. wandering around the grounds staring at the sandy lions in their silver and red and blue cages, everything brighter and more vivid than seems natural. maybe it’s all blurred at the edges, like a dream. you aren’t scared, but exhilarated with fresh air and happy happy happy.
» Posted By Clare On 11.09.2012 @ 3:27 pm
Learning isn’t easy. It’s often grueling and painful, but usually rewarding. If it wasn’t, then we wouldn’t do it. I suppose that I’ve learned a lot, as much as a seventeen year old girl can learn. I’ve learned from school, but more importantly, I’ve learned from living life. I’ve learned to live life, and live if well, because a life not well lived is not a life worth living at all.
» Posted By Clare On 02.11.2013 @ 6:41 pm
I raised my glass to the man across the table. He smiled, his eyes hinted with mischief. Was he flirting with me, in front of all of these people? The nerve. But I have to admit, I liked it. The attention he gave me made me feel special; like I was the only person in the room.
» Posted By Clare On 10.18.2012 @ 10:21 pm
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To be happy is one of the purest forms of human experiences That have been or will be expired. Happy is good, Happy is fine, just fine.
» Posted By Clare On 10.07.2012 @ 2:33 pm