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i don’t know what this means but it makes me think of quilts.
» Posted By madi On 04.09.2018 @ 5:53 am
Dash away from the pain, from the memories of the olden days and open yourself up to the new opportunities that life gives you. Give yourself that opportunity to learn how to love yourself and love others the way you want to be loved. You are worth better!
» Posted By Madi On 12.29.2016 @ 3:03 pm
The crystals hanging above us reminded me of the many hopes I held. I wish they would never fail or fall. Just be kept there. For me to aspire to, to admire, to live with. yours too.
» Posted By Madi On 09.12.2016 @ 4:30 am
They have no meaning, most of these are cheesy and about james bond. Dig deeper. Not saying mine are any good but you can put more emotion in these. Make me feel someting.
» Posted By madi On 03.01.2016 @ 3:38 pm
I felt like a name in a hat being shaken up by god himself, as i waited in that room to define my destiny. To find out where i came from and where i belong, even if it may be great disappointment, there was no going back.
» Posted By madi On 03.01.2016 @ 3:35 pm
Blaming is when a person says somehing to another person that they say someone or he ardsomething about that person. Blaming si
» Posted By madi On 12.21.2015 @ 7:33 pm
I had a Horse and he hated broccoli but loved horse meat. Is that weird? I don’t think so. I think it’s unique.
» Posted By Madi On 07.02.2015 @ 10:58 pm
The applause echoed loudly throughout the large auditorium. Parents, friends, family members stoop up in their seats as the children on stage took their bows.
» Posted By Madi On 02.25.2015 @ 7:45 am
Her head swam with doubt. How was this ever going to work? Answer: it wasn’t going to work. At all. It was stupid, and she’d rushed into this, and goddamnit, she wasn’t even remotely prepared for kidnapping and holding hostage her infuriatingly blasé roommate who also possibly happened to be a vampire. How were you supposed to act towards a hostage, anyway? Because Laura would feel bad if she suddenly started being mean to her roommate. Then again, going on like Business as Usual whilst cheerfully ignoring the fact that you’ve got a person tied up in ropes didn’t seem ideal either. Honestly, there needed to be a rulebook for this sort of thing – a code of conduct. Maybe Google would help her out, Laura supposed. She made a mental note to investigate later.
» Posted By Madi On 10.06.2014 @ 4:41 am
I had the for front role in the play. It was opening night. The crowd chattered while I stood with my stomach in knots behind the curtain. I ran my fingers over it’s smooth silk. This was important. If I messed it up, I was finished. I had to get this right.
Or did I?
» Posted By Madi On 03.17.2014 @ 2:55 pm
The prophet was never believed. He lied so often that it was kind if hard to believe that he ate a waffle this morning. But this time, it was true. Or so he believed. Was he going insane? Was he out of his mind? He would never be sure, because no one was willing to see if he was. Maybe he was wrong…
» Posted By Madi On 03.16.2014 @ 3:26 pm
For the best, the most important, the loudest. Always competing. The word “bitch” hot on her tongue like a habanero pepper. There’s no way her enemy is better than her, she equivocates. She can’t make up for the lost time. The intelligence and beauty that her sister was given and she was denied.
» Posted By Madi On 01.19.2014 @ 3:29 pm
» Posted By Madi On 09.18.2013 @ 9:02 pm
I believe that someone said it’s as if she has a chameleon soul. She’s different every day – a versatile personality, under more change than the sands of a beach. She’s beautiful but she’s a mess.
» Posted By Madi On 09.18.2013 @ 9:00 pm
Little girl playing on the tracks, didn’t your mother tell you not to do that? Did she not directly forbid you from setting foot anywhere near them? What are you to do, now that you’ve been caught breaking the rule? I can’t save you, so you might as well catch the next train and skip town by the rails.
» Posted By Madi On 09.06.2013 @ 7:40 am
The cars clack past on the rails. Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack… The grinding of metal on metal reminds me of someone grinding his teeth at night against some nightmare that only he can see in his mind.
» Posted By Madi On 09.06.2013 @ 7:38 am
I would like to see you in a weak spot. Do I make you nervous? Do I make you stumble over your own words? I do, don’t I? I’d love to see you ravenous for me, so I’ll do my best to make this fun for both of us. You’ve not yet seen the best of me.
» Posted By Madi On 09.04.2013 @ 7:18 am
The body and mind are filled with desire. Each part of his body wants to reach out and envelope her in passionate fits. Still, she sits cross-legged on the futon next to him and they make polite conversation. The digital clock on the microwave tells them that it’s 12:09 AM. Her mouth splits into a smile as he tells her something clever and his heart beats furiously in his chest. He gently brushes the hair from her cheek and takes her chin in his hand as he pulls her in. It’s a perfect bridge from conversation to kiss and he can feel her relax into his arms as the heat rises. It’s as close to perfect as anyone’s ever come, but beast within isn’t satisfied – it’s tasted a small bit of what it desires and now it’s ravenous. Ravenous for her smile, her laugh, her body, her love, her very presence.
» Posted By Madi On 09.04.2013 @ 7:14 am
She was so hungry that she couldn’t stand without seeing bright lights flash before her eyes, accompanied by the stabbing pain of the blood pounding through the veins in her head. She was beyond ravenous, she was dying of starvation and there was no one around to help her.
» Posted By Madi On 09.04.2013 @ 7:03 am
Fill up your belly with all the sinful things you desire. One night each year, we turn our eyes from the audacity of our own actions and we let our spirits run free. Feed your desires with pleasure and passion.
» Posted By Madi On 09.04.2013 @ 7:01 am
Put it away. Keep piling it up until it overflows. Then when it finally does, everyone will be so overwhelmed with the mess that you made, you’ll find yourself alone.
» Posted By Madi On 08.16.2013 @ 6:55 pm
Time is clamping down on me; the deadline is approaching! Sit at your desk, little girl, and write feverishly until all the letters, all the words, all the sentences mean the same thing to you, or nothing at all. You haven’t done your job until you look at a word and see nothing but black symbolic gibberish on a white screen.
» Posted By Madi On 08.04.2013 @ 1:21 pm
The wind in my ears invigorates me. Cycling is the only time I feel truly alive anymore. My heart sinks ever so slightly when I release the brake clamp and load my bike into my trunk.
» Posted By Madi On 08.04.2013 @ 1:19 pm
Oh my god they all sound so freakin’ delicious right now. Spice up your life! Cliché up your life right now.
» Posted By Madi On 08.02.2013 @ 10:48 pm
My life is steady. Hardly any changes, Same school, Same friends, Same hair, Same house, Same clothes, Same family, and same me. So you could say I have a steady life:)
» Posted By Madi On 06.30.2013 @ 9:08 pm
I want a steady relationship. Every time they fade or end with a bad tone.
» Posted By Madi On 06.30.2013 @ 9:06 pm
That’s not going to help you now. His face, in pixels on your iPhone screen. He is miles away and he isn’t going to hear you screaming for help. Begging for someone to stop you from doing what you’re about to do. I wish I could help, but I am just the writer. The voice in your head narrating your life. You are all alone now.
» Posted By Madi On 06.14.2013 @ 7:33 pm
I am Bertha. I am the lunatic in the attic. You’ve no idea. Are you ready for me?the real me? Are you ready to face my wrath as the insanity beneath is unearthed?
» Posted By Madi On 06.13.2013 @ 10:04 pm
Rhymes with roach, which reminds me of OSU. There was a room in the basement of my residence hall that the janitors used as their lounge. When you turned on the lights, your first reaction was shock because the cockroaches would scuttle away from the light, and then your second reaction was disgust because you saw all the dead cockroaches on the ground.
» Posted By Madi On 06.10.2013 @ 7:18 pm
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I have coach boots that I wear to the greenhouse where I work. I wear them because they keep my feet dry when it’s rainy or when Jon’s been watering. Not for a fashion statement. He came up to me today and told me that he has coach boots too. I looked down. He had just written “coach” in permanent marker with sloppy handwriting on his work boots.
» Posted By Madi On 06.10.2013 @ 7:16 pm