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plot

any story has a plot the plot is the base of the story its what happens is the story the climax and everything else that happens

» Posted By matthew On 09.25.2018 @ 2:23 pm

crowded

It’s simple not crowded in this tiny room. Well, unless of course one like myself might uncomfortable in my own skin. Which I am sometimes, but that’s not the point, is it.?

» Posted By Matthew On 04.13.2018 @ 2:31 pm

erase

remove, snuff out of existence. To forcible disentangle and liberate from the subconscious realm to alleviate the dysfunction of the abyss.

» Posted By Matthew On 12.07.2016 @ 2:32 am

fortress

Rock piled on rock, the tower rising high toward the firmament of heaven. None may penetrate! A lofty and secure perch from which to stare out – and down – upon the world. So long in the gutter, so rare to be safe, so odd to have stronghold. But it could protect. And keep. And hold off. And it was warm. And safe. And private. After so long, nothing could disturb, no one could influence, no one could discern. It was only then that the lack of a door became MOST apparent.

» Posted By Matthew On 08.18.2015 @ 3:48 pm

longing

Once wet and juicy, it had slowly given up its moisture, darkened and dried, pretending to be as the dust that surrounded it. How it came to live in such inhabitable conditions is a mystery, but still it persisted. Still it remained. Because it was hardy. It was true. It was. How could it be anything beyond its nature? And like the succulent that waits for the rain – its only purpose is to be filled… and then to bloom.

» Posted By Matthew On 08.18.2015 @ 10:34 am

undo

Fly. Be invisible. Super strong!

Not me. My superpower would be to undo.

Not the chance to make fewer mistakes, but to make more of them.

To risk, to take chances, to not just hope and dream, but to reach and do.

I wouldn’t undo heartbreak, I would undo causing it. I wouldn’t undo mistakes, I would undo harm. I wouldn’t undo accidents, I would undo damage. I wouldn’t undo anger, I would undo fear.

And then I would do.

» Posted By Matthew On 08.17.2015 @ 12:11 pm

timeline

So far as she knew, the continuation of the cosmos had ceased. She perceived neither the ticks on the clock, nor the distances between her and other objects. Even shouting produced no noise, and it was as if all had merely ceased to be…

» Posted By Matthew On 07.19.2015 @ 5:40 pm

globe

and oh
that little sphere told me so
much about where ive been and where
i’ve yet to see
it claims i will never escape the place i was born
and who am i to argue
sitting here with you promising
seven years and then an airplane ride
that may never come to fly

» Posted By matthew On 01.11.2015 @ 5:56 pm

stood

A man stood upon the sand dune, both feet firmly pressed into the ground. The sand heaped up about him and spread away in either direction, as though fleeing the scene. He looked like a statue, a pillar, a constant figure in a sea of shifting change.

» Posted By Matthew On 09.30.2014 @ 4:47 pm

framework

The small family did not have a very large budget at all. They were saving up for a modified BMW with a spoiler to show off their friends – not a very good decision to make at all. The framework on the old house was not sturdy at all as said on the builders report. Jim, the father heard a quiet rumble downstairs so he quickly got up and ran down stairs and saw that the whole front part of the house was all no use to him now.

» Posted By Matthew On 05.20.2014 @ 5:06 pm

The young family had a small budget for a new house to live in while the renovators were fixing up their other house. The framework was not sturdy one bit as said on the builders report. One morning when they woke up,

» Posted By Matthew On 05.20.2014 @ 5:02 pm

reverence

She knelt in quiet prayer. The bowl of stewed meat was warm, its thick steam weaved through the cold air toward her. Thank you, she thought.

» Posted By Matthew On 05.07.2014 @ 4:54 pm

heartfelt

Heartfelt? He though that was heartfelt? God, what a pretentious asshole. He wouldn’t know what heartfelt was if it hit him in the face.

» Posted By Matthew On 04.24.2014 @ 3:22 pm

Josh has always had these heartfelt speeches that he tells when one of us are feeling down. At first, they’re annoying and piss us off, but eventually they draw tears from our eyes and truly help.

» Posted By Matthew On 04.24.2014 @ 3:20 pm

selective

there was a day that the world had a theory. everything was selective towards the most powerful, the most adaptable, more so the smartest and strongest. many now are selective towards each other, in their hearing and in their significant others.

» Posted By matthew On 03.24.2014 @ 10:23 am

nonsense

This class is utter nonsense. Not because it is not good information or that he is not adequately teaching it, but because I do not know enough about the topic to keep up with him. I get the feeling he does not have a clue what level to teach at.

» Posted By Matthew On 03.03.2014 @ 9:17 am

shells

Shells are really cool. Especially in spingebob for some reason. I don’t really know why but hey what the hell right? And Who’s line when Robin Williams put a shell up to his ear and it said “who’s your daddy?” that was funny. HAHAHA running out of shit to say. Hmm…little time left. Kinda tired. Could go to bed.

» Posted By Matthew On 06.19.2013 @ 9:58 pm

soap

I use soap. More often, I use bodywash. I really only use soap to wash my hands. And even then it’s not generally a bar of soap. Dove soap bars are usually the best.

» Posted By Matthew On 05.10.2013 @ 4:49 am

branch

tree limb, swaying, leaves , oak color, wind whistling , breeze picking up, high on the tree, blue sky,green leaves.

» Posted By matthew On 04.12.2013 @ 7:40 pm

bricks

THEY HOLD HOMES TOGETHER. THEY ARE STONES FOR THE WAY WE LIVE. THEY PROVIDE WARMTH FOR PEOPLE. THEY ARE RED. THEY ARE HEAVY. AND THEY CAN HURT…

» Posted By MATTHEW On 03.22.2013 @ 9:48 pm

startled

The meaning of starled is to be suprized.
I was very starled. .

» Posted By Matthew On 02.26.2013 @ 9:51 am

now

Reading one reminded me of the call. An hour or so ago, but I still feel it. She’s leaving and that’s that for now. It wasn’t anything romantic, but she was one of my closest friends these past months. And her breaking voice infected me, and now I’m feeling the heartbreak too.

» Posted By Matthew On 12.26.2012 @ 9:38 pm

The moment, the present. The roaring plane in the sky above, and the echoes of an old Batman movie float through the air, not breaking the mood of a tranquil summer, but making it more real. The modern idyll, with its modern sounds is what is comforting now.

» Posted By Matthew On 12.26.2012 @ 9:36 pm

five

Once when I was five I bought a sheep I named her floppy because of her ears then I soon discovered she had magical powers which cam as a great surprise to me, so I sold her and made lots of money.

» Posted By Matthew On 12.17.2012 @ 11:16 pm

stir

i really wanna open a Christmas present early because everyone else got to. i just got my tonsils removed yesterday.

» Posted By matthew On 12.15.2012 @ 5:46 pm

available

“Available” was the term. She was, and so was I. I can spot an available dame from out a crowd, in a bar, during the giant ball drop in Time’s square for Christ’s sake. “Available” doesn’t always mean “single” neither. I just know she’s available to me. Dames. If a man can pick, I’m a man among men.

» Posted By Matthew On 12.12.2012 @ 9:07 am

We like what is available, but is that what we reach for? There is no competition, no drive, and no love for something that is “available”, especially if it is easy. What we drive for is the unavailable: the difficult, the taken, the unreachable. Because, once we achieve that, we feel accomplished.

» Posted By Matthew On 12.11.2012 @ 1:46 pm

somebody

that i used to know. i remember when that somebody was a person that i’d never know and that somebody was, but could have been myself. and that somebody probably felt the same way as me, even though i would never know the truth, you see? because that somebody who was me, had never seen me. he was nobody.

» Posted By Matthew On 11.12.2012 @ 7:36 pm

entrance

Entrance. a trance that is encompassing, enveloping, entirely corrupting. To become and still be all in one fleeting instance. We enter, we retreat. A constant dance between back and forth, yet moving, never slowing, always growing.

» Posted By matthew On 10.18.2012 @ 9:24 am

possible

What is possible? I never knew. Until that day, I never realized what I was capable of. The powers inside of me. The pain and fear, I could cause.

Within myself, I had always known. There was a silent humming, deep within. A quiet yearning for more, slowly increasing into a scream, a plea for greatness. I looked up, and stared intently at the eyes falling upon my glowing body. No fear remained in my gaze, and no pain.

I smirked slightly, filled with an unknown emotion. I could feel the power. I could feel the rejuvenation of my life.

This was it. My story begins here.

» Posted By Matthew On 10.07.2012 @ 1:11 am

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