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An object used in the past to play music. They were bought at the store. You had to rewind it to hear your favorite song again. I don’t remember how much I paid for them. You could play it in a Walkman or on a boombox. They tape could get tangled. I really loved looking at the covers of them, and seeing if the lyrics were enclosed.

» Posted By katelyn On 01.07.2019 @ 12:09 pm


screens encompass so much of today’s world. its widely debated whether or not they are detrimental to children and adults alike. they can be beneficial for information

» Posted By Katelyn On 08.08.2017 @ 6:10 am


A place where people dressed in their best attire ready to get drunk and dance the night away in the hopes of getting laid at the end of the night.

» Posted By Katelyn On 02.14.2016 @ 4:45 pm


The snake slithered through the brush, tongue flickering out to taste the air. The scent of prey was clouding the air around it, focusing its mind on only one thing. The hunt. Following the scent and the warmth of its blood, he closed in on his prey. Close, he was close and he coiled his body for the strike.

» Posted By Katelyn On 05.23.2015 @ 1:23 pm


Omg I lobe pizza so much I just got out of the resultant earls and I had a ceased salad and pizza I’m going to my brother hockey tournament and it’s going to take 2 hours to drive! Ew I don’t want to drive that long I’m drinking oh! My phone is at 20 percent crap! I better charge it before it dies Hasent it been more than 60 seconds? I thought it would be over by now that’s weird now my mom is asking me how my food was ha I think she feels like I’m being rude because im not looking at her and im trying to focus on this I think this is a trick to see how long you’ll write before you relize that it won’t stop you in 60 seconds hahah

» Posted By Katelyn On 02.27.2015 @ 5:22 pm


it sounds like you are saying hello but you are saying polo.

» Posted By katelyn On 12.16.2014 @ 12:05 pm


the girl was a flower
the petals bursting with color
until they broke
in pieces
when the world stomped
in her yard
the flower, like the girl
withered away
never again will
the petals shine
in the morning dew

» Posted By Katelyn On 04.16.2014 @ 8:33 am


Choosing materials based on what the needs of my community are, what my budget allows for, and what my community wants or aspires to be. Being selective is different than censoring due to choosing based on what fits rather than excluding things which may be problematic. Being selective is necessary given time, resources, and

» Posted By Katelyn On 03.24.2014 @ 6:14 am


Today I witnessed my son growing. I witnessed his smile, his laugh, his every movement as we played and interacted all day. He amazes me and I want to witness his every moment as he grows into his own person, so that I may remember my small boy and smile.

» Posted By Katelyn On 03.05.2014 @ 3:36 pm


When people ask me if I am the daughter who is the basketball player I feel like the hapless sister. “No, I’m just the ordinary one you never hear about.”

» Posted By Katelyn On 03.04.2014 @ 5:29 pm


Some days I wish I could go back to my days of being juvenile. Living life day-to-day with my only responsibilities being to myself. I would relish the moment rather then wish every one away to a life full of responsibilities and commitments.

» Posted By Katelyn On 03.03.2014 @ 12:03 pm


Often late at night when I am overtired and beyond thinking reasonably I begin to talk much nonsense. I would be better off simply going to bed and being better prepared for the new day coming, opposed to stirring over the many now behind me.

» Posted By Katelyn On 03.02.2014 @ 2:57 pm


My puppy will always be my puppy… even when he grows old and no longer chews everything in sight. He has stolen a piece of my heart and will forever carry it with him. He makes me smile when I am sad, makes walking into my home an exciting event, makes my son smile from ear to ear, and fills our home with love.

» Posted By Katelyn On 03.01.2014 @ 5:44 pm


He carefully removes his bowtie, considering the day now long behind him. When did he become so old, so frail. He longs for the days when he would remove his bowtie during the wee hours of the morning, relishing his conquests from the night, the friends, the laughs, the women. Gone are those days.

» Posted By Katelyn On 02.28.2014 @ 7:33 am


My mom used to read the Bible to my brother and I before we went to bed every night. Not the actual Bible, going page by page and reading every word, but the stories that kids like. Joseph and his coat of many colors, David and Goliath, the story of Ruth.

» Posted By Katelyn On 01.17.2014 @ 8:31 am


My mother’s favorite drink is an old fashion made with Marker’s Mark Kentucky Bourbon. For years, she’s had my father bring her one after dinner. He makes them just right: bitters, cherry juice, orange peels and slices, club soda and extra cherries in the bottom that soak up the special liquor.

» Posted By Katelyn On 01.10.2014 @ 8:19 am


artic, snow, icebox. where do you go for someone to listen to you think when it’s 2 am and you are lying in bed taucing and turing. someone

» Posted By katelyn On 01.07.2014 @ 8:56 pm


I’m standing alone on this Earth. No one can make decisions for me. I have to stand on my own and do things for me and only me. I only live once and need to realize that soon.

» Posted By Katelyn On 12.18.2013 @ 7:31 am


I never really watch television. I like to see things for myself. I do enjoy the occasional drama or tv series but I’ve never gotten into politics or the news.

» Posted By Katelyn On 11.22.2013 @ 8:17 am


The zombies are attacking! We must defend the fortress!

» Posted By Katelyn On 11.21.2013 @ 6:24 am


My Dad has done so much for me in these 22 years. He is the one I look up to and what I want to be like when I am a parent. I want my future children to look up to me as much as I look up to him. My Dad is my hero.

» Posted By Katelyn On 11.16.2013 @ 8:34 am


Warm yummy bread. Just the right crispiness to put my butter, peanut butter, or my favorite, nutella on. Now I’m hungry! Gimme toast!

» Posted By Katelyn On 11.15.2013 @ 6:02 am


Why do they always make fun of me? I’m exactly like them. Why don’t they just give me a chance? Just because I look, dress, and act differently doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.

» Posted By Katelyn On 11.09.2013 @ 8:33 am


We move as one, our motions in sync from the hours we spent training together back at boot camp in New Hampshire. We hold our guns comfortably in our hands, their weight is no longer unfamiliar. We have pulled the trigger before, and we are prepared to do it again to protect each other.

» Posted By Katelyn On 11.04.2013 @ 9:34 am


Hollywood. All the movies and actors and actresses and bright lights. The big city of the stars. Normal people worship them, but most don’t even care. They can only shine bright for so long, until they fade away into a mess of drugs.

» Posted By Katelyn On 10.31.2013 @ 8:26 am


One who cheats on his or her spouse or boyfriend or girlfriend.

» Posted By Katelyn On 10.30.2013 @ 8:56 am


That’s how I knew it was fall, when I walked out of the stroll only to find I needed a jacket. The brisk air pushed my hair into my face as I walked down the sidewalk.

» Posted By Katelyn On 10.29.2013 @ 9:16 am


She’d failed. Sitting in this tank was her punishment. It was a glass cylinder that slowly filled with water. Soon it would be over her head. She took a breath. She couldn’t.

» Posted By Katelyn On 10.03.2013 @ 8:27 am


Taken without permission. Those kisses that he took when you weren’t expecting them. Then he went for your heart, and you didn’t know he had it until he was gone, leaving you broken and with a need for revenge.

» Posted By Katelyn On 10.01.2013 @ 8:28 am


Tousled is a parent or older sibling related word. They are the ones who mess up your hair in a teasing manner, forcing you to smooth is back down as quickly as possible, casting anxious looks around you to make sure none of your friends saw it. It’s something that you start hating more and more as you grow up, but look back on when you’re old with fond memories of your childhood.

» Posted By Katelyn On 09.25.2013 @ 8:40 am

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