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“I have detention,” muttered Lindsay to her friend Danielle. “Sorry, I can’t go.”

“What do you have detention for?” asked Danielle.

“Put a tack on Mr. Whitford’s chair.”

“That’s uncreative and mean.”

“But you stay with me anyway.”

» Posted By kerrin On 07.06.2012 @ 7:18 pm


The shepherd guided his sheep across the field. Everyday it was done. And everyday it would be the same. Forevermore, he would guide.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.26.2011 @ 3:08 am


Radical. Radical man. Totally cool. Yo.

I suck at this.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.21.2011 @ 4:23 pm


I have a castle on the clouds.

I like to go there in my sleep.

Crying at all is not allowed,

not in my castle on the cloud.

There is a lady all in white.

She sings me a lullaby.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.20.2011 @ 3:35 am


Let me give you some advice. Leave me alone, and leave my friends alone. Leave us all alone, and stop trying to take them away from me. When you learn to enjoy what you have and stop complaining, you can come back. Tough love, kid. But you abandoned me and betrayed me. You have to earn my respect back, not automatically gain it.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.15.2011 @ 12:39 pm


People call me compassionate.

I know people who say they are, but they are not. They don’t know what it means. They are anything but compassionate, but not in their eyes.

Compassionate people would do anything for others. You are not compassionate. You are selfish. Selfish and cruel and mean.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.13.2011 @ 12:44 pm


He was convicted.
Conviction doesn’t mean justice.
Conviction means someone pays.
Maybe somebody who did nothing pays.
But as the law sees it,
it doesn’t matter.
You can never truly know,
so go with the best bet.
Though you might convict innocent people.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.11.2011 @ 6:40 pm


Iron. Isn’t that an element. It’s a metal. What kind of word is this? Am I supposed to write about a metal? This makes no sense. My mother also tells me I need more iron in my diet, so obviously it’s in food also. I’m so bored. I’m a unicorn. Pie. oooh, I like pie. A ton. A TON OF IRON!

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.10.2011 @ 6:17 am


Nobody remembers me.

I’m already gone.

Nobody will care.

And nobody will share.

My existence is a mystery.

My life is a song.

But you didn’t listen.

It a tune you would love,

but you didn’t care

So am I a mystery,

or was I even ever there?

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.09.2011 @ 10:01 am

a mystery is something not solved. A mystery involves clues, and where to find them. If you have a mystery, it is unsolved. But with a mystery, there is a mastermind behind it. There always is.

» Posted By Kerrin On 10.09.2011 @ 8:29 am


it is where

» Posted By Kerrin On 09.27.2011 @ 11:39 am


» Posted By Kerrin On 09.27.2011 @ 11:36 am



» Posted By Kerrin On 09.27.2011 @ 3:07 am


I love pretzels! I used to eat a big, soft pretzel and a smoothie everyday for lunch, that second summer I was married to Erik. I ate my lunch, and then walked around the neighborhood in the hot Texas sun for an hour or so, pretending to be a pioneer girl like Laura Ingalls Wilder.

» Posted By kerrin On 05.23.2011 @ 2:11 am


Endless pulls and tugs in my belly and makes me care less. I am nothing in the face of expanses, what would the ocean care for me? Nothingness is greater than anything.

» Posted By Kerrin On 01.20.2011 @ 9:02 pm


Elements are mystical things, I once thought. I was honored to be ruled by fire. Irrelevance set in, and the only elements that make me up are on the periodic table.

» Posted By Kerrin On 07.17.2010 @ 12:37 am


Pleased is the lord with this impossible standard. I see the Virgin stamped on my womb, and she weeps for the how we are treated for her gloriousness. We love her, she is good, we are not.

» Posted By Kerrin On 07.14.2010 @ 10:37 pm


I wonder what I’ve forgotten. But pondering forgotten things is remembering that they were; faces I can’t recognize.

» Posted By Kerrin On 07.12.2010 @ 10:01 pm


One day we were told we were matching. We were both wearing forest green- his favorite color, and something black on our legs. We had never meant to do this.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.16.2010 @ 1:45 pm


Are you driven? He is. But I have driven off the road, where ambitions burn with the fuel. I hardly left the driveway.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.15.2010 @ 1:02 am


When I sit among people, and cringe at their hatred, I say nothing. They are strangers, and people who he cares about. I listen to what they say and stay quiet. I know I am not brave.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.11.2010 @ 9:12 pm


There is no magic wand. There is no other context for this word than miracles or illusions or sexual euphamisms. A wand is impossible.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.10.2010 @ 11:21 pm


Strung up on a tree branch that looked black with the sun set behind it, the outlaw swung like a broken pendulum, just light enough to be pushed by the wind so his carcass seemed as restless as death itself.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.09.2010 @ 11:01 pm


“Remarking at my invention, lauding it, I watched him go mad. For everything he said about the holy he was very good at making idols of machinery. So I would tell him ‘temper your comments with the opposite of what you truly think, or you will become the biggest hypocrite I’ll know.'”

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.07.2010 @ 9:17 pm


“I do not believe that science is an affront to God, if one is out there,” he said, pulling levers on the great machine, “and I do not think it can be used to explain God. My brother… well good sir, he thought science could, and now he will not leave his room, where he enjoys the pleasures of his pencils and equations they’re probably writing.”

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.06.2010 @ 9:33 pm


The dress did not suit her. Dresses usually don’t. She knew she would peel it off when she got home, exposing every malleable roll of herself, and fold her aged body into bed.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.05.2010 @ 10:22 pm


Starlight star-bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might not get blasted by this community for my immediate association of this word with a nursery rhyme. Childhood triumphs over originality.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.03.2010 @ 9:15 pm


The end of a century is always a little apocalypse. The old and fearful of the last dreaded this new age of steam, evolving into unseen powers.

» Posted By Kerrin On 06.03.2010 @ 9:48 am


It is never smart to dive directly into the ocean. In seconds even a tiny wave a pull you down and wrap you in it; I did this once as I child and I can say, that even though the surface was only a few inches above my head, that cocoon felt like it would kill me.

» Posted By Kerrin On 05.29.2010 @ 9:18 pm


I kissed just above his collar; it was astonishing, how soft even he was there. I suppose I expected men to be rougher, deliciously coarser everywhere. But this was such a lovely, downy surprise.

» Posted By Kerrin On 05.28.2010 @ 10:30 pm

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