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“WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN!” I screamed, looking at the chemistry test. Everyoe looked at me. Well, It was a fair question…
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» Posted By littleredowl On 12.19.2012 @ 5:45 pm
Three teenagers headed down to the old shack, with snacks, books, and candles, and a cosy plan to sit around together and do homework. But after about half an hour, old jealousies arose, and they started to bicker, then stormed out of the shack and stomped away separately to be alone. Two of them wandered to nearby fences, where they sat moodily gazing into the distance and thinking how the entire world was against them. The third one went home, but had forgotten her key and had to climb in the window.
Only the cat was left to watch as shack went up in smoke.
» Posted By littleredowl On 12.18.2012 @ 5:10 pm
If I fell off the roof, would anyone care? Probebly not, people aren’t accustom to worrying about things like that. They worry about first-world problems such as nail polish and what wine to drink.
» Posted By littleredowl On 12.06.2012 @ 10:08 pm
Life should be simple. I always say. Silent like the moon, you know. God, everything repeats.
» Posted By littleredowl On 12.05.2012 @ 11:55 pm
We were both each other. We were always together, even when we weren’t.
» Posted By littleredowl On 12.03.2012 @ 9:14 pm
He had an idea. He, Himself, and I, would begin a new concept. Something so marvellous no one had ever thought of before. It would be new and exiting!
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.30.2012 @ 7:16 pm
The rises in the east and sets in the west, I think. Pretty colours in the sky, and then after all that it turns into something truly beautiful, something…perfect. And then its gone and the dusky night falls.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.29.2012 @ 9:43 pm
I’ve lived under a rock for too long. When will it be my time? Time to begin and bloom, time to cherish and time to fly. A time of other things, far-way mansions on the moon.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.27.2012 @ 11:43 pm
She lived locally. Or locally enough to be able to walk anywhere she wanted, that is. So she rode her bike around, and ate lots of food. The end. No, not really.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.26.2012 @ 9:47 pm
“Soon my time will come. I know that know” Claris muttered out loud to herself under her thick black glasses as the toxic girls walked past.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.25.2012 @ 9:24 pm
We had to go to library, even on weekends. Her head was bent down, hair in her face, a pile of books higher then her head.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.24.2012 @ 11:09 pm
“Don’t be a square” my Grandma always used to say. I still have no idea what it means.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.23.2012 @ 5:52 pm
I slowly walked down the long, long, looong hall. My feet echoed. I kept walking. My mind was set and I refused to think about anything. Not even Life itself. I
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.21.2012 @ 9:21 pm
I’d mention you when I’m talking about myself, as you almost seem like a part of me that was never really there. It’s odd though; I never did like you. But you were that immoveable ghost that was always there.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.18.2012 @ 11:21 pm
I am blind but I can see in my dreams. And in my dreams, my empployees do not look and laugh at me like I know they do. I see a world of swirling colour that slowly fades, fades…
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.15.2012 @ 8:55 pm
I carefully measured the flour. lined in up in the cup, and cut it off with the knife. There. The boys in front of me were already putting their cajke in the oven, and I was only up to measuring, but theres was already baking.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.14.2012 @ 9:27 pm
Arts arts like ants in my head. They echo and craw, like monsterous birds, swarming around. All beauty is sadd. Voices in my head. They said I was crazy. They said art wuld help me. Help me get out my… Perpetual anger.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.13.2012 @ 9:57 pm
I paint a picture in my ind. But first, I draw it. Alice. I can see her coming out of her her house very tentativly to get the morning mail, like a little mouse that does not often leave her hole, house.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.11.2012 @ 11:57 pm
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I spent to long thinking about him. Think, Think.
I hear my mother scraping out the remains of a chocolate cake into a tin but have no desire to join her. Why. Think, Think
But she was just a littlle joy, having problems with her heart.
» Posted By littleredowl On 11.10.2012 @ 7:14 pm