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The climate shifted. Suddenly the oh so lovely dinner conversation took a turn and everyone went silent. It was like we all had moved to another place, a very cold place.
» Posted By Ida On 07.24.2016 @ 7:37 am
a bank is somewhere where you store things. it could be money, ideas, trinkets… I think of it as a place you keep your valuables. Valuables are individual. Memories, ideas, friends.
» Posted By Ida On 07.22.2016 @ 6:44 am
the smell of a dark forrest. But it’s not dark as “scary” dark. It’s magical. Fresh. Like the smell of rain after a long time of sun. Pines are… calming. It’s a beautiful word.
» Posted By Ida On 07.20.2016 @ 12:21 am
Green/brown. Wooden posibly, stool, saying quack. jumping around. A bigger version o the famuos frogstool.
» Posted By Ida On 11.26.2014 @ 12:06 am
Yesterday, my mother cooked rice and she overcooked and cause fire on the food. And i lost my appetite to eat. So that i not eat until night and continue do revision.
» Posted By ida On 10.26.2013 @ 5:24 am
Silo had a pretty soul, but every single day all she did was cry and cry and cry. As the tears go down her ivory face, she realizes that it’s not just sadness she’s feeling – it’s a certain kind of emptiness that is gnawing at her soul. She’s lost at sea and she’s struggling to keep afloat – struggling, yes, but determined.
» Posted By Ida On 08.17.2013 @ 2:49 am
Nothing. As the simplest idea can pe put down, made a list out of and twisted within my head to many times to count. Nothing.
» Posted By Ida On 12.05.2012 @ 3:40 pm
He wrote an essay. It was about himself. About things he felt that noone knew . But nobody knew it was about him. That was the point. He was proud. And confident when he left home.
» Posted By Ida On 11.30.2012 @ 3:30 pm
the entrance to my bedroom is called a door. That is why I like it so much, even though it is not red, white, and blue like the cake from the book. The cake is shaped like a circle. That is why I like it so, so, much even though it is probably really bad for me. No
» Posted By ida On 10.17.2012 @ 1:12 pm
Her eyes were misty as she looked out the window; somehow she could see the past and the future entangled in a series of knots. She saw beyond the cool raindrops – the window pane served as a frame for the sad and desolate road that was her life.
» Posted By Ida On 08.18.2012 @ 12:36 am
Our throats are constricted by heavy chains – no one is around to hear our convoluted screams. How can we survive in a world full of obstructed thoughts?
» Posted By Ida On 08.25.2012 @ 9:35 pm
Happiness often came to her in bursts of moments – events that could never really be foretold, or even remotely planned. They were all spontaneous; that’s what made them happy and fulgent. The arbitrary way of how these moments unfolded was the primary reason for them being treasured inside her heart.
» Posted By Ida On 08.20.2012 @ 12:41 am
The forest was cold, white and sparkly.
Int he middle
in the darkest center
Laid a cabin.
This little place was the total opposite
of everything else
in that very forest
» Posted By Ida On 01.27.2012 @ 6:19 pm
Jeg har haft succes når mine projekter lykkedes og når jeg bliver færdig med noget. I min verden er succes en meget sjælen ting fordi jeg er meget perfektioniske og går højt op i at alt skal være godt. Jeg hader det, men jeg kan ikke lade være.
» Posted By Ida On 08.17.2011 @ 1:06 pm
i see pink, toys, teddys, vhs, disney, sun, stars, shooting stars, pictures, shoes, more shoes, buzz lightyear, hobbit, my sibling, socks, heart, ikea, dog, candy, books, nutella
» Posted By ida On 07.23.2011 @ 4:25 pm
I am determined to be something more than what my family has ever been. I have already made it to college, the first to graduate high school and hopefully the first to become anything entirely. I want to be financially stable. That’s something no one else in my family can say that they are. I don’t want to live pay check to paycheck.
» Posted By Ida On 04.07.2011 @ 6:54 pm
What is it about heels that I strive to be able to wear them more often? They’re so painful. Yet they somehow symbolize something special for a girl growing up. They symbolize a grown, classy woman. No longer a girl.
» Posted By Ida On 03.15.2011 @ 10:51 pm
He was calling her again and again. Couldn’t stop. Wanted to. Didn’t want to ring again. But inside him, somethig stopped him from stopping. So he rang again and again. Untill one day – she answered. He hang up. Never rang again.
» Posted By Ida On 09.06.2010 @ 1:15 pm
Does life have a meaning? Does anything have a meaning? Or are we simply meaningless creatures roaming about, knowing nothing about the purposelessness of living? I do not know. Neither do you. Nobody knows.
» Posted By Ida On 05.16.2010 @ 8:05 am
take it carefully out of its case. its very fragile and it can break easily. See it as it is not broken I hope. One day it might break if you do not take it carefully out
» Posted By Ida On 07.13.2008 @ 6:07 am
held hostage one day thinking my life was at its end I cried, not loudly just softly to myself, my life flashed by me and the main memory that came into my mind over and over was my sweet children
» Posted By Ida On 11.26.2008 @ 4:44 am
i don’t know if it´s true but my dad tells me this is the first word i spoke. i believe that´s his wish more than the truth
» Posted By ida On 11.10.2008 @ 12:32 pm
A path is little place where you walk, sometimes it’s big, sometimes it’s small. Usually it’s small. But anyways, I saw a path the other day, actually. It was green and purple. Can you guess where I saw it? You might have.
» Posted By Ida On 10.21.2008 @ 8:50 am
» Posted By Ida On 06.17.2008 @ 2:48 am
flower power. Donald duck’s lady, funny name. smells a bit like sugar and pink
» Posted By ida On 06.15.2008 @ 10:57 am
this is a tale that will take a long time to explain it is a tale of woe of gladness, a tale of superiority if not only in ones own mind. This my friends is a tale that is exactly lie
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I don’t want to snap when he says that he doesn’t love me anymore. But I do. I broke his TV, but he broke my heart.
» Posted By ida On 02.01.2010 @ 11:50 am