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executives are sitting around a table trying to decide wheater to fire Greg over the illegal documents. Greg has helped the company a lot over the years with illegal documents.
» Posted By Skye On 01.28.2017 @ 1:33 pm
Golf is a boring sport. What’s the point of hitting balls with a long, metal stick? It makes no sense to me. When I was younger, my family would play golf on our wii. We had the fake little plastic golf club you could attach to the remote. I got too into it once and accidentally smashed it against the TV. I wasn’t allowed to play golf after that. Golf is a boring sport.
» Posted By Skye On 01.16.2017 @ 6:30 pm
calories are something that i find to be not very important. everyone is counting calories and trying to eat 100 calorie snacks and all that, but honestly, looking t your macronutrients is like way more important. 100 calories could al be from fat, or protein or carbs!
» Posted By skye On 01.18.2016 @ 10:02 am
Orders are not something I particularly like to follow. Why, you ask? Because they restrict who I am, what I do, and how I do it. I’m not the rebellious teen that everyone thinks I am (because I don’t follow my orders), I just think differently.
That’s just the way I work.
» Posted By Skye On 09.18.2015 @ 6:11 pm
There once was a girl who loved jewelry until one day it was ruined for her. She was walking home from work one day until a man grabbed her by her necklace and took her into the alley
» Posted By Skye On 06.30.2015 @ 7:40 am
» Posted By Skye On 02.20.2015 @ 9:32 pm
i already wrote about this
» Posted By skye On 01.18.2015 @ 7:20 pm
The grandfather clicked and clocked, ticked and tocked, each beat droning in how time was meaningless in this room of old perfume and dust motes. The women nattered in unison like a pack of disheveled geese, while I continued to tap my fingers to that tick-tock rythym. The visit had to end soon…
» Posted By Skye On 10.28.2014 @ 6:04 pm
“Doctor, doctor, I feel like a pair of curtains!”
“Pull yourself together!”
The man immediately took his two severed sides, the viscera and bone cartilage still leaking from its open pores, and tried to staple himself together with the remaining inner workings, as a disgusting melding of two things into a grotesque whole.
» Posted By Skye On 10.27.2014 @ 11:19 am
The creature beat on the invisible walls surrounding it on all sides, the prison it could not see. It scratched and clawed and bit and tore, trying to pry away whatever magical force kept it in place, but it found no quarter. Outside, the giants stared with wide eyes and they pointed and laughed in their strange tongue. A powerful beast, confined to a glass jar.
» Posted By Skye On 10.25.2014 @ 11:19 am
The new jeans fit perfectly. They weren’t too tight that they bit into her hips, but not so loose that they dragged behind her heels like a kid in his pajamas. She turned in the mirror, trying to admire herself from the side. Her figure didn’t lend itself to the hourglass pose she wanted, and she sighed at her bulging belly, but at least the jeans were a step in the right direction.
» Posted By Skye On 10.22.2014 @ 11:29 am
He took the last step on the crest and peered over to see what lay before him. Hills and dune rose above and beyond, each one a contour on the world’s largest land, merely a bump in a road that never seemed to end as it stretched on as far as the eye could see. Valleys and dips cracked the surface of the world like imperfections, and the sun glared down and lighted it all up for the man. There was a lot left to explore.
» Posted By Skye On 10.20.2014 @ 2:48 pm
Heads turned. Feet stopped. Eyes fluttered. Everyone couldn’t feel the air leave their lips as they saw her enter the room. She was like art come to life, contours and curves in a colorful burst that dazzled and charmed everyone in the room. It was as if they had fallen under a spell, and with her bewitching beauty, it’s entirely possible that was indeed what happened.
» Posted By Skye On 10.15.2014 @ 5:36 pm
I brace myself and feel it pierce the skin, a tiny pinpoint strike against my only armor. How can something so small and fragile cause such pain? I watch the blood draw, a wound in my defenses, as the surgeon weaves up and down, his precision the only thing keeping my nerves in check. He uses me as a canvas.
» Posted By Skye On 10.15.2014 @ 6:27 am
The group of children stared off into the vast, starry skies. A slight chill was riding the breeze. Not a cloud was in the sky. They anxiously awaited the first sunrise of the new year.
» Posted By Skye On 08.21.2014 @ 7:23 pm
They sought freedom. That was their entire goal; freedom. They would do anything, even the most inhumane things to get it. Because to them, freedom meant everything, And to them, freedom was worth the price of anything.
» Posted By Skye On 07.21.2014 @ 10:24 pm
Joe looked down upon his work. He saw a baby, wrapped in his mothers quilted scarf. He smiled down at his son and thanked god for the gift he sent upon him. Joe knew his life couldn’t get better than having his son in his mothers quilted scarf.
» Posted By Skye On 07.18.2014 @ 9:14 pm
the blue of her aquamarine earrings always seemed like pools- vast and unknown beneath the initial friendliness of the stones. on the surface, they lay like little oceans, inviting one to jump in, yet deep down yielded a certain danger. somehow identical to the mysterious aura buried beneath the warmth in her eyes. the captivating blue of her dangling earrings matched the wildness in her eyes.
» Posted By skye On 07.14.2014 @ 12:48 am
I don’t think he understood. He was my responsibility. It was my fault. I had brought him into this bouquet of chaos and arranged along the thorns of the roses.
His suffering was all there was to him now, his mind circled around pain and was tormented by hateful ghosts in his head. He wouldn’t eat, nor drink, not sleep not rest. Though his heart kept beating in a constant painful rhythm, and his mind kept going round n’ round, his soul was dead.
He was my disciple and I did this. I.
» Posted By Skye On 11.17.2013 @ 8:27 pm
I look at them And then I look at me. What am I? What do I do?
I am worthless.
Not a sense of creativity.
No true art.
I am a piece, a stolen piece of everyone else.
» Posted By Skye On 11.16.2013 @ 7:07 pm
i dont have a hero. i dont why. I should have, i had one. But for some reason I no longer do. I just dont admire anyone real. I do admire people. Fictitious people. Like the doctor from doctor who,sam and dean from supernatural, hermione from harry potter, sherlock holmes, i dont know.
» Posted By Skye On 11.15.2013 @ 9:41 pm
Don’t rebound on love or friendship, let it come to you and unexpected it will be but, true it also will be.
» Posted By skye On 09.13.2013 @ 1:26 am
It catapulted in a million directions. The flash of the sidebars and the corny 80’s action movie pictures of the head of the machine were making Jessica’s eyes blurry. She flicked the toggle, up and down, trying to get the stupid ball to just go into the stupid lane. A light flashed and suddenly, without her permission, the ball shot down and a message flashed on the screen: Please Insert Another Coin To Continue.
» Posted By Skye On 06.22.2013 @ 10:51 pm
Scattered in her hair, were the remains of the men she had once loved. When another came along, her materialistic personality had given in and she had been forced to give up her lover, to make room for a new one. This happened over and over again, in a constant cycle of love and then love again. But she was also selfish – she couldn’t bear to part with them, so she turned them into shells and traced them along the edges of her ear.
» Posted By Skye On 06.20.2013 @ 1:09 am
We fell down the hill, screeching in glee as our bodies rolled on the soft grass. I saw him tumble past me. Our eyes met, and I grinned. He was the love of my life, and I knew it.
» Posted By Skye On 06.18.2013 @ 11:49 am
The balloons were strung, in no particular order, along the side of the house. Clara stepped into the view frame of everyone waiting for her at the party.
“Surprise!” they called out.
She looked at them all, blinking. Tears suddenly filled her eyes.
On a banner above her head, were the words: Our Clara Beat Cancer.
» Posted By Skye On 06.16.2013 @ 9:15 pm
Her manicured hand was sleeved in an elegant black glove; a glove that kept many secrets hidden, including the woman’s own identity.
» Posted By Skye On 06.15.2013 @ 7:08 pm
This word could effect your whole outfit. You may decide that, if you choose a sleeved shirt, you need to wear long pants. If, however, you don’t choose such shirt, you may wear shorts and have a completely different look.
» Posted By Skye On 06.15.2013 @ 7:03 pm
Sleeved is one word that could change everything. You may ask your friend to fetch you a shirt. Whether you say ‘sleeved’ or not is a big deal. They may end up grabbing a tank top in the middle of winter!
» Posted By Skye On 06.15.2013 @ 7:01 pm
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There is a shirt, somewhere. It has the name and the faces of everyone you’ve ever loved, smiling up at you.
But people walk right past it, because of the sleeves.
On the sleeves are me, loving you.
But the people, you see, don’t love me at all.
» Posted By Skye On 06.15.2013 @ 5:22 pm