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It’s unlikely. The leap from this edge to safety, it’s unlikely I can make it. The river, how deep is it? Deadly, I suspect. Yet, I’ll die if I stay here. I’ll jump. This is probably my last moment

» Posted By janet On 11.24.2018 @ 4:01 am


well, damn. It was supposed to be a simple launch with this rocket. The danger was supposed to be 10 miles up. But no. My ship is going to be destroyed by this insane hailstorm and sunk in the ocean minutes off the ground. Why did I become an astro…

» Posted By Janet On 11.21.2018 @ 6:06 pm


Flex, the woman yelled, Flex! F*ck off I thought. I really needed to not be here. How the hell did I think a fitness gym would be a place i should be? the lights scream into my brain. the people’s energy drains me because none of them want to be here either.
I want to be in the forest.

» Posted By Janet On 11.12.2018 @ 2:01 pm


I often reminisce about the wayward days, where every came easy and life was simpler.

» Posted By Janet On 05.03.2017 @ 3:13 pm


The darkness of the lake pooled and rippled around Emily’s feet, the gentle light of the stars giving to shallow lake a white sheen. She giggle at the coldness that tackled her toes, and wiggled them. As she stepped in further, the water began to cling to her shorts. She giggled even more at the sensation, and after a few steps deeper into the pool, she jumped and let the water hold her up as she floated listlessly around. Her hair began to get wet, dark strands becoming plastered to her face, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care as a wave of freezing water brushed against her legs.

» Posted By Janet On 06.09.2016 @ 6:03 pm


As the Dawn spread across the sky, like a paint flowing across canvas, Cassie and Manuela laid down on the plaid picnic blanket. Grass tingled at their feet as hands clutched the other’s, soft giggle escaping from their lips. They locked eyes, and Cassie pushed her hair behind her ear nervously, the giggle becoming much softer. Manuela’s eyes widened, and the smile that was spread across her face slightly contracted. There was a moment of stillness, and then, in their peripheral vision, the sun rose.

» Posted By Janet On 06.08.2016 @ 3:27 pm


“Are we seriously going hiking?” Denise asked, looking around at the trees that were scattered across the trail like a messy kindergartener’s painting.

“What does it look like? I don’t think we are decorating cakes right now,” replied Shirley, looking around the landscape and seeing no difference in the scenery on her left and right side. She clutched her map and her compass, and took a step on the hard ground that was covered with brittle, dead leaves.

“Shut up,” said Denise, a sour look on her face as she snatched the map out of Shirley’s hand, earning an indignant look.

“I won’t,” said Shirley matter of factly, sticking out her tongue like a five year old.

» Posted By Janet On 06.06.2016 @ 6:33 pm


The actor onstage sang the song, belting out how mean of a dentist he was with rigor, clutching one of his dentistry tools like a lifeline. It was his first show every since Carrie left, and his hand felt abnormally light with the absence of the wedding ring. He sang the words on autopilot, trying to ignore the fact that the black space in front of him was an illusion, and behind the lights, was the judge mental audience, waiting for him to slip up at every moment. He continued on autopilot, following the choreography like clockwork. A trio bounced up behind his place, continuing the song, and he pretended to ignore them. He tried to forget Carrie, forget the note, forget the years of marriage that she ran away from to be with her coworker.

» Posted By Janet On 06.05.2016 @ 4:11 pm


She threw the snowball with energetic rigor, refreshed by the soft scarf rubbing against her chin and the burning cold in her hand. She ducked behind the mound of snow, searching for her prey. She found it in the wiry form of Tommy, who was using his long, thin legs to run at inhuman speeds. She cursed under her breath at the challenge of such a fast prey, but continued nonetheless.

» Posted By Janet On 06.03.2016 @ 10:23 am


The sleeves of the sweater were scratchy, rubbing uncomfortably at her bare skin. It had yellow stripes set onto the black, and the supposed that the effect was supposed to be a reverse bumblebee. The girl briefly wondered if the reverse bumblebee was an attempt on her grandma’s part to be artsy, or even, god forbid, avant garde. She shuddered, imagining the consequences if her grandma had started watching Project Runway. She knew that after watching Food Network, her grandma had an uncomfortable experimentation period that led to many unpleasant family dinners, but she sincerely hoped that it hadn’t passed over to her sweaters as well.

» Posted By Janet On 06.01.2016 @ 1:08 pm


I hate bullets. I would like to see a world with no bullets. If there were no bullets, there would not be wars or random shootings. People would be required to talk about their problems rather than shoot first and ask questions later.

» Posted By Janet On 04.04.2016 @ 12:16 pm

She heard the shot and saw the blood. Screaming. Everywhere screaming. What is happening? Where did the shot come from? It was so fast. she was there one minute and gone the next.

» Posted By janet On 04.04.2016 @ 12:11 pm


I search for council but couldn’t find it any where. My family isn’t good with this word and neither am I.

» Posted By Janet On 02.03.2016 @ 12:52 pm


I don’t think I’m very clever. I know other people, like my mother, that seem to be very clever. She can come up with clever comments on about any subject. Not me. I have to think about things for a while before I ever come up with something clever. My sister is also someone who appears to be quick witted.

» Posted By Janet On 02.01.2016 @ 8:34 am


The jasmine incense tickled my nose, causing me to sneeze.

» Posted By Janet On 01.08.2016 @ 9:08 am


Finished with what you were doing.

» Posted By Janet On 01.02.2016 @ 2:16 pm


can bite. bite really hard, hard enough to take a limb off. Sharks also have sandpaper skin which has an acidic odor out of the ocean. The meat is dry, devoid of flavor, and a waste of time and much more precious resources, including the sharks themselves.
the dude from Arizona swam after Nurse sharks. I don’t know what that MO was about. Probably so the little turd could go back to the desert to announce capturing a shark. Win some lady suckers over for the night. Too bad, he was a handsome crud muffin.

» Posted By Janet On 11.29.2015 @ 12:28 pm


I need to feed myself a new word.

» Posted By Janet On 11.16.2015 @ 8:02 am

I’ve fed the computer a few refreshes, or refreshments. Still getting fed as a word. I could say I am fed ufp with my sisters or the 3 women who share parents with me. Fed up with being fed up with them. I fed the girls an opportunity to fess up as to what has fed their resentment towards me but they won’t upchuck choke or display why they don;t like me. I don’t think they have the pallet for liking me; they haven’t thge training to include me. Thanks mom. I’ve decided to burn your chair, Dump it off. Take a hatchet to it.

» Posted By Janet On 11.16.2015 @ 7:59 am


once upon a time there was a jellyfish called bob. he lived down deep under and only went out at night. he wasn’t really a party animal but he still enjoyed everything that he did. he ran away one day.

» Posted By janet On 04.03.2015 @ 1:58 am


Beyond the garden gate, waited a boy who was so in love with a girl. She never noticed the boy but loved the garden. She stared out into the yard only to see a beautiful boy staring back at her.

» Posted By Janet On 12.18.2014 @ 7:52 am



» Posted By Janet On 03.15.2014 @ 8:37 am

How to write on the web. Pracitising speed writing is excellent practice for language learners. It encourages them to overcome writer’s block

» Posted By Janet On 03.15.2014 @ 8:37 am


I hate the smell, taste and effects of beer. It causes a lot of pain and suffering. A lot of young adults and teens die because of beer and over drinking. People die in car accidents because of drinking. A lot of people consider it an art form.

» Posted By Janet On 05.07.2013 @ 4:14 pm


Ever since I’ve known my sister, my life has been all over. There’s times when she’s nice, treats me and all is good until disaster strikes. She turns her head and there she is. La di poo she’s called. She’s mean and wicked just like a witch; bossing me about, all domineering she is! However, once she turns back I’m zoned into another life. My life is all over, I say and there is nothing you can do when you have a older sister.

» Posted By Janet On 10.14.2012 @ 8:37 am


If I had a choice between blindness and deafness, I think I would choose deafness. Although deafness cuts you off from other people, blindness cuts you off from the world. It is hard for me to imagine being able to live and work completely independently if I were blind, but I think I could do so if I were deaf. Independence is very important to me.

» Posted By Janet On 09.15.2012 @ 9:13 pm


Soft like a fleece, smooth and silky like the cat’s fur. Texture in desserts is so important. Mush foods are generally unappealing, like mashed potatoes, applesauce, and pudding. Adding nuts to a chocolate dessert makes it so much better.

» Posted By Janet On 09.02.2012 @ 3:50 am


on a distant planet where few have traveled, there is an area in which time frequently reverses, thus creating a time machine. This zone abducts the visitor and spits them out into a new dimention where glimpses of the past can be caught. The trouble is, this reversal isn’t in a linear direction, it tends to spiral and wag.

» Posted By Janet On 08.15.2012 @ 3:41 pm


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» Posted By janet On 07.28.2012 @ 1:34 pm


Sweet, sugary and soft against my tongue. The taste of happiness in my mouth. The decoration that makes cakes in to wonderful fairytale castles or fire-breathing dragons.

» Posted By Janet On 07.23.2012 @ 7:13 am

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