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Finished. complete, closing a chapter or ending a story. Moving on, bringing to a close.

» Posted By Miranda On 01.02.2016 @ 4:13 pm


Controlling, overbearing, overruling. Like a parent needing to micromanage every aspect of a child’s life, grasping to the tiniest of details. Like Metatron micro managing the events leading up to the angels fall.

» Posted By Miranda On 01.01.2016 @ 9:52 pm


When I was younger I didn’t like to read or white that much and I would rather just play games and think about what it would be like to be older. But now I am older and I wish I was younger and I didn’t have to think about jobs or work and I could lie in my bed and think about how I would like to organise my teddy bears for their next teacup party.

» Posted By miranda On 09.18.2015 @ 4:11 am


day 1

» Posted By Miranda On 08.30.2015 @ 12:04 am

To be respectable. To have virtues and goals and beliefs and to put forth every effort to follow such established moral beliefs. Overused perhaps by military and law enforcement personal, honorable can be displayed by anyone who determines how to act and follows these beliefs.

» Posted By Miranda On 08.30.2015 @ 12:03 am


superman quickly flew to yet another persons rescue. someone had gotten caught in a wire surrounding a field full of cows. after saving them, he used his super speed to fly back to his fortress of solitude. when superman got there, he found that zod had beat him to it! he used his laser eyes to melt the ice zod stood on and zod fell to the ground. THE END

» Posted By miranda On 08.19.2015 @ 1:50 pm


hazel was grateful for ____ offering to pay for their trip to amsterdamn. and going with her mom and augusts

» Posted By Miranda On 09.25.2014 @ 10:20 am


To clothes. To writing. To us.
At first, they are lovely
They are new
They are right.

But then they are not.

» Posted By Miranda On 07.17.2014 @ 4:26 pm


I sat in my chair, not quite sure what to think. My stomach ached with the last bit of acid reflux from the spoiled food I’d eaten this morning. In the centre of the room was him. His hair was dark, matte with blood. What the hell had happened? My heart was pounding so hard my throat began to tingle. I wanted to scream. It was my first day in this shit-hole of a town, my mother had warned me the most important thing is to get used to a new situation, it’s also possibly the hardest but she hadn’t said a word about that. Is this how I was planning to adapt?

» Posted By Miranda On 06.01.2014 @ 1:12 am


Mara looked at the clouds in the distance. The sun gilded them fiery gold, and just the sight of them calmed her. Who cared what the rest of them said? She was leaving them; there was nothing they could do about that.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.26.2014 @ 1:29 pm


when i think of values i think of what is important. Everyone has a different set of values or a system of values that they follow. But who is to say some values are more valuable than others? We are all very different people in this world and we come from all over and believe different things.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.20.2014 @ 8:06 pm


I was grateful to be on the beautiful island with him. I never knew how it could work though; he owned his own island for crying out loud and I was just a server at some local diner. Why me? why would someone like him fall for me? But even so, I couldn’t help but think I had lucked out. I was special to him.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.18.2014 @ 5:06 pm


My deranged mother decided it would be a good idea for us to go camping. The same women who has name brand clothes and designer everything; and probably doesn’t know what a pair of tennis shoes is. Ha! im in for one long day of bonding.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.10.2014 @ 6:31 pm


She winced as the crone wrapped her talons around Maura’s wrist and squeezed. She hadn’t anticipated the raw anger that was now emanating from the old woman, and regretted her rash words. There was no going back, however, and Maura was resolved to face this new challenge.

» Posted By Miranda On 02.18.2014 @ 12:42 pm


Everyone stayed away from the unkempt man who lived in the small house in the center of town which was a great pity. He knew more than he let on, and had a great many stories in his head, just waiting for the right person to tell them to.

» Posted By Miranda On 02.03.2014 @ 10:44 pm


The man leaned back in the chair and lifted his cigar to his lips. When he exhaled, the smoke came out in rings indicative of his years of experience with the practice. He did not cough. His arm stretched, slowly, leisurely, over the back of the chair, extending past the end so his wrist was dangling and his weight was shifted into the chair.

» Posted By Miranda On 11.28.2013 @ 6:42 pm


babies sleep in cribs. they are their one place they spend most of their time if not ith their parents. I used to have a crib, its was a drawer in my mothers dresser. Cribs usually come with mobiles to occupy babies.

» Posted By Miranda On 09.28.2013 @ 11:25 pm


What are stilts? The word sounds with double t’s, a fascinating arrangement of dynamic music. The t which emphasizes a moment between moments, trapped and unable to meet between their loveless similarities. With obstacles laced between, the word exists just beautifully between the boundary of two s’s. Is there love in this word? Most definitely, it exists between the “il”, two letters that have somehow decided to be different, but

» Posted By Miranda On 06.23.2013 @ 12:47 pm


pretty, ocean, salt. i think of the beach in the summer time and hermet crabs. reminds of being young and only thinking of fun. can you really hear the ocean?

» Posted By Miranda On 06.19.2013 @ 3:44 pm


He was strung up in the tree like a scarecrow hanging off it’s place in a field, dead man, obviously. His eyes were half open, staring at something far other than we can see. Poor man never stood a chance against the foreign creatures coming down to us.

» Posted By Miranda On 06.17.2013 @ 5:10 am


It’s always scared me. We’re all going to decompose one day. The whole earth is going to decompose. This causes people to want to be “remebered” and to try to “leave their mark on the world”. I think you should just live life. Don’t try to hard to live past your death because you can’t stop yourself from decomposing. No matter what your legacy will decompose too.

» Posted By Miranda On 06.11.2013 @ 7:33 pm


A collage is such a beautiful way to show and tell a story of ones life. My grandma used to make them all the time, before she passed away. I miss her dearly – but I will always have her collages.

» Posted By Miranda On 06.06.2013 @ 12:35 am


die, pain, rubbish.
you electrocuted me. i was shocked, i didn’t know what to say. empty, you zapped all emotion. Just pure pain, in my head, spreading through my body flowing through my blood. Pain and betrayal, electrocuting me

» Posted By Miranda On 04.26.2013 @ 4:17 pm


novel, i’m stuck with no where to go
wandering around in this same existence,
in circles,
when will this end?
there are no grey areas for me,
just black and white.
this world is cold and harsh,
lines are straight and the floor is shiny,
always looking, checking behind me

» Posted By Miranda On 04.24.2013 @ 9:34 am


paper, news, it’s on the train, i turn the page, i see you, i see your face
it’s not you
who’s that hiding beind the metro?
it’s not you
who’s blue eye is staring out of the metro
it’s not you,
i miss you
i miss your words, so neat and ordered on the page,
it’s never you
you’re never on the metro anymore

» Posted By Miranda On 04.18.2013 @ 1:06 pm


There was a whirl, a sudden movement around me.
I panicked, trying to see what was happening, but could not.
It was then that I realized, you couldn’t see the cause of your distress.
You could only feel it, because it was only real to you.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.27.2013 @ 1:30 pm


It might not be pretty but its the truth.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.18.2013 @ 9:17 pm


The morning dawned bright on the morning of his trial. He had been sentenced to 8 years in prison, but was released on good behavior. However, he had committed another infraction and was attending a retrial.

» Posted By Miranda On 03.01.2013 @ 9:54 am


The cave was huge, masses of dangerous rock towering over me. It was dark, cold, and dreary, the exact kind of place my mother warned me about. But, for some reason, I was pulled to it, and I couldn’t help my timid curiosity. I had to enter it. I had to discover what lay beyond.

» Posted By Miranda On 02.24.2013 @ 9:23 am


thinking too much is something most of us are good at
if you aren’t speaking, you’re thinking
every minute every second
I wish there was a way to efficiently collect all my thoughts
I’d keep them in a jar and set them free when I am done with them
like butterflies they might land with someone else
and bring beauty to their day

» Posted By Miranda On 02.05.2013 @ 5:19 pm

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