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They sang the anthem proudly, hands beating against their chests as they shouted the song of their people. The dogs chorused in the park in a loud, resounding “woof! woof!” hoping beyond hope that the humans would not return and see them as dexterous as they were. For if they were, they would not get the treats the way they did!
» Posted By Isobel On 05.10.2017 @ 5:00 pm
Sometimes, when i think of you, I say a prayer because, I wanted to do much for you when we were together, but I was such a broken person, I was so afraid to broke you too, that I just ran, ran away from you, I’m so sorry , this is the least I can do.
» Posted By isobel On 04.07.2014 @ 8:10 pm
Worthwhile. There’s a lot of things people can call worthwhile. A vacation, a job, a certain task: “Does it seem worthwhile?” Worth the drive, the effort, the money? Or maybe one wouldn’t be risking anything physical. They would risk their integrity, their reputation, their heart. Everyone’s meter of worth is different, so asking anyone else their opinions should be noncontributory. People should listen to their own minds. Is it worthwhile? No one else can tell you. Only you will know.
» Posted By Isobel On 08.08.2013 @ 8:13 am
she places a piece of silk on top of her eyes and wondered how it could feele like water and fabric all at once it was easy the softness, the fluid feeling. almos better than seeing it was, she was simply underneath waves and wrinkles and a little hint of time colors gone with it all
» Posted By isobel On 01.03.2013 @ 1:05 pm
possible has a lot of meanings. i wish i could say that everything is possible but realistically thats not true. i could not run across the world in 5 seconds.. thats not possible. but a lot is, especially if you work at it.
» Posted By isobel On 10.06.2012 @ 3:27 pm
I approve of gay and lesbian marriage. I approve of forgiveness. I approve of speaking ones mind. I approve of telling the truth. I approve of living life to one’s wish. I approve of many things. I approve of myself. I approve.
» Posted By Isobel On 08.11.2012 @ 1:08 pm
A secret is precious. Everyone has them, they don’t cost anything but the cost of letting them go may be big. It can cost you friendships. Secrets are wonderful. You can have secrets about anything. I don’t have many secrets. But maybe that’s a good thing
» Posted By isobel On 08.03.2012 @ 7:58 pm
It wasn’t okay to pull that stunt. Not so soon after Mrs McAnna returned from her ‘holiday’ blinking just a bit too quickly. But the kids still waited eagerly with that busting-for-the-toilet excitement to see her face when the icing sugar covered her her new Channel bag, crystal pink glasses and picture-perfect hair.
» Posted By isobel On 05.27.2012 @ 5:05 am
Bees and honey always remind me of the summer. The cool breeze and the fresh air always running away from the bees that chase me because i am deathly afraid of them.
» Posted By Isobel On 01.26.2012 @ 5:56 am
I absolutely hate studying. I don’t mind studying at school, that doesn’t bother me. But when I’m studying at home, I hate it because thoughts of what I COULD be doing rush through my head. Video games, snacks, movies, hanging out with friends. No. Math. Math.
» Posted By Isobel On 11.22.2011 @ 5:26 pm
Parties are great. you see a bunch of your friends, you sing and dance, you try yummy foods… Even in the darkest times, people find a reason to celebrate. Everyone wants to be happy and celebrating get’s everybody in high spirits.
» Posted By Isobel On 09.19.2011 @ 4:12 pm
i hate bands, it might be because i cant play music or sing or anything. but when i think of bands i think of lowlifes who cant get a real job. having sais this i love music, i love listening to it and singing to it off key. but the idea of a band, i just think of crappy basement times and desperatly trying to get a recording contract. i dislike that idea. it pulls me in two idrections, because without them i couldnt sing in the car.
» Posted By Isobel On 07.27.2011 @ 6:18 pm
Time waits for no one. I always remember these word. Why i do not know. But at night, alone i remember. You strive to follow the rules, to life each day to the fullest. Yet time is wasted, dong the inconsequential. Perhaps time does not wait for anyone, were not important enough for it to wait, where simply players stuck in life’s games.
» Posted By Isobel On 05.31.2011 @ 7:44 am
Most boys dreamed off dinosaurs roaming the land. Their own personal T rex, as they roamed the land free on its back, king of their world.
It has always been different for me. My life saturated with the mess of my family. My dreams are not dreams, but nightmares.
» Posted By Isobel On 05.03.2011 @ 3:15 pm
To be determined, is to strive
To know your goal and reach
To be determined, is to be relentless
persistent and inflamed.
In life sometimes we are aimless
searching for a light
to be determined. Is impossible
Without a dedicated sight.
» Posted By isobel On 04.08.2011 @ 9:38 am
We all want to feel connected
to feel loved
we strive for the meaning in life
in all we see and need
sometimes lifes unexpected
it was made to be that way
but life is all connected
its meaning just deferred
» Posted By isobel On 04.06.2011 @ 1:30 pm
The classic car sped hurriedly down the street. Convertible top down. As the couple stared out onto the open sea. They had just got married the day before, utterly content, together. They had everything they wished for at this precise moment.
» Posted By isobel On 03.26.2011 @ 12:15 pm
bananas are actually not bananas, well they are i dont really know why i started to write about them not being what they are. i like them best when they aren’t properly ripe and are a bit green at the top and firm. if they are brown i don’t like them, they are too sweet. i have never eaten a plantain but i can imagine they are good.
» Posted By Isobel On 03.02.2011 @ 12:09 pm
charge card, baton charge, electric charge, over charge, recharge!
» Posted By Isobel On 02.12.2011 @ 3:32 pm
His fingers flew over the keys of the typewriter furtiously. He stopped only now and then to look at the clock. Only one hour remained until the deadline.
» Posted By Isobel On 12.19.2010 @ 6:53 am
Eric furiously pulled at the sheets until they tumbled off the washing line. The little boy dragged them across the lawn and left them in the mud of the recently dug vegetable patch. That would teach them.
» Posted By Isobel On 12.15.2010 @ 7:55 am
The weeks roll on and on, they always seem to be gone as soon as they come.
» Posted By Isobel On 10.25.2010 @ 1:17 am
there are sixty of them in a minute. Sometimes they go by quickly. Sometimes they go by painfully slowly. The most important moments of your life can take place in just a few of these…
» Posted By Isobel On 08.13.2010 @ 2:41 pm
to cut into wood. where there is wood there is fire. if a tree falls ina forest and no hears did it happen? the act of cutting into a material, mainly wood. sculpting. reproducing
» Posted By isobel On 06.29.2010 @ 9:03 pm
Now I don’t know what to say about this word. “Now.” Now is nothing. Waiting for later, waiting for in a few weeks, waiting for tomorrow, waiting for something to happen.
“Nothing happens and nothing happens and nothing happens then suddenly everything happens.”
But now, nothing is happening and I wish everything would.
» Posted By Isobel On 01.11.2009 @ 7:09 pm
Now I am counting days until I see you, in secret – he’ll never know. Just like you never knew when I went to see him. Now, I think I’ll leave him just as I left you. But I don’t know if I’ll miss him as much as I’ve missed you, all this time.
Now I’m checking my phone, waiting and hoping.
» Posted By Isobel On 01.11.2009 @ 6:29 pm
it is a word that is strange and i don’t know what it means. it looks nice like a peice of cake and a cup of tea.
» Posted By isobel On 09.12.2009 @ 2:30 am
As I ran through the garden I could smell the blossoms of all the different assortments of flowers. Roses, Geraniums, and Morning Glories, were all over the place.
» Posted By Isobel On 09.10.2009 @ 11:23 am
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how i have your guts
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» Posted By Isobel On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am