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Everyone has a different nose. Some are pointy and long, others are short and stumpy. Everyone uses their noses to smell except when the

» Posted By Sophie On 09.12.2019 @ 12:55 pm


typical. everyone is judging me, no day is different. everyone stares at me and hates me and i don’t belong. typical. how typical is it that i go to school and hate myself. heh. very typical.

» Posted By sophie On 04.23.2018 @ 9:46 am


It lies cold on my grandmother’s nightstand, a cup of stagnant mint leaves and bitter regret as she waits for her children to come home. They never do.

It makes me wonder how bitter the taste is against her tongue; are her tears flavored in the same way? Is she tasting loss and chamomile all at once? Who knows anymore; I sure don’t.

» Posted By Sophie On 03.19.2018 @ 4:33 pm


Drops of water ebbed over her smooth pale skin. The flow of the creek under the canopy of tree was a cool, constant melody. It was a lullaby, a comforting presence, a silent friend.

» Posted By Sophie On 01.05.2017 @ 6:02 pm


I don’t know what the big deal is. I didn’t do anything wrong. Whats up with the word deal anyway. Like, do you mean a deal? If so, then please know that i don’t care about the deal. Its all fake, and we know it. You can try to pretend.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.30.2016 @ 12:17 pm


Shaken from the haunted house I walked out slowly. The fright was to much, all those people jumping out climbing over dead bodies people died in front of my face I was ready to die myself my mum had never come out my dad wasn’t with me either does this mean I am a orphan.

» Posted By Sophie On 02.29.2016 @ 8:37 pm


Sera looked at the problem and tried to reason it out in her head like she always did. But the answer just wouldn’t come.

“I don’t think that I can figure this out.”

“What?” Denzel sputtered. “But you’re a genius!”

» Posted By Sophie On 01.10.2016 @ 4:55 pm


IS the act of wanting one thing rather than another. It does not mean that you do not like the other thing just that you want the chosen one more. It is a matter of relativity, and not an absolute. I prefer savoury food to sweet.

» Posted By Sophie On 10.25.2015 @ 9:43 pm


The crocodile snapped and clicked it’s horrid teeth into the walls that were separating us. Just one more minute. One more slither of time before he would catch me and eat me alive. It was failing, time was failing, I was failing.

» Posted By Sophie On 08.15.2015 @ 1:16 pm


He was completely inept at telling her how he truly felt.
What was he supposed to say? Was it supposed to be this difficult?
Everyone else he’d ever met and seen made it seem to easy. This whole love thing.
But for him, it was a slow torture.
He had to tell her, before someone else did.

» Posted By Sophie On 08.09.2015 @ 1:59 am

I am socially inept. i cannot speak to people, or be with people. My world is filled with anxious thoughts that will never be erased.
“What if they hate me?”
“Will they like me if I say this instead of what I really think?”
“I don’t have any money to buy branded stuff, they are gonna hate me”

My social ability is weak because of all of this rubbish opinions that decide to enter my mind at tims where I actually want to impress someone.
I am lucky that my boyfriend and my friends overlook my social ineptness.

» Posted By Sophie On 08.08.2015 @ 2:39 pm


Plants are so weird aren’t they? They don’t really have to do anything, they just sit around and turn sunlight into food. It’s not a bad life really. They don’t go to school, have jobs, pay taxes – nothing. They just sit and photosynthesise. Start food chains. That’s it.

» Posted By Sophie On 07.10.2015 @ 2:47 pm


Just a good ol’ day at the park. One smiley afternoon, spent waltzing around under bridges with soda pop in hand; grinning at the old ladies on the bench.
“I do say,” she politely frowned, “I’ve grown a little tired of your shenanigans.”

» Posted By Sophie On 05.16.2015 @ 12:14 am


I couldn’t believe it. They had finally come for me. My time was over… everything I ever loved: gone. And now all I was left with was fear. Fear of everything. Including myself.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.13.2015 @ 6:30 pm


Falcon is a character in CATWS. He goes by Sam Wilson, he’s bitchin, and he invited the sad puppy dog man known as Steve Rogers (and his more attractive, better, smarter, faster “sidekick” known as Natasha Romanoff, “Black Widow”) into his home without a second thought, so basically he’s super cool.

» Posted By Sophie On 02.17.2015 @ 2:20 pm


There was a child who hated to study. It was his worst nightmare to sit down and read, to do his math. He hated it so much that one day he decided that instead of studying, he would become an astronaut.

» Posted By Sophie On 01.24.2015 @ 10:54 am


Honestly, Turkey and Greece had this rivalry for as long as they could remember. Even when the younger nation had been under Turkey’s command, he did everything he could to annoy him; like fall asleep on the job and keep cats around ’cause Greece knew Turkey was allergic to them.

» Posted By Sophie On 12.06.2014 @ 8:03 am

France and England had always had an odd rivalry. It made no sense to everyone else, but they had this secret agreement that they would always try to get on the other’s nerves. It really annoyed each other, but they agreed that it was tradition.

» Posted By Sophie On 12.06.2014 @ 7:54 am


The fiery bird flew past my head. It’s bright red and orange feathers shone in the sunlight. It was the most beautiful bird I had ever seen. It seemed magical.

» Posted By Sophie On 12.02.2014 @ 8:36 am


A gentleman is someone who is a gentleman. Funny, it’s in the word, but it has a deeper meaning, so deep, that no gentleman will truly understand the word. It’s not just a word, it’s a concept. A way of being. An attribute you are born with. One can try as much as they want, but true gentlemen, are gentlemen at heart.

» Posted By Sophie On 10.29.2014 @ 12:42 pm


i was hardly what someone would call beautiful.
my hair was the color of mouse fur, my skin pale and blotchy, my body not what you’d call fat but certainly not skinny, and i was tall and gangly.
but in his eyes, i was beautiful

» Posted By sophie On 09.22.2014 @ 2:28 pm


Franticily frowning.
Rage from another person.
Optimism is not required in word FROWN, optimism is a happy word not a sad word!:{
Whaling, is crying. You will also FROWN.
Now smile and get on with your life, for you my not have a long.

» Posted By SOPHIE On 09.16.2014 @ 5:08 pm

F-RO-W-N, its a horrible word. bad things come with it. just seeing people F-R-O-W-N lets you know that something bad has happened. I wish everyone could SMILE:), not F-R-O-W-N:(

» Posted By SOPHIE On 09.16.2014 @ 4:57 pm


The back of the ute was red with dust, like a second painted skin. Tony stepped from the cab, surveying the track ahead. He walked around the ute, running fingers through the dust coating the side. He pressed calloused fingers against the dented tailgate and gritted his teeth in frustration.

» Posted By Sophie On 09.10.2014 @ 4:07 am


He denounced Western decadence. The reason for this was because he had seen what his father had become due to the habits of the rich. Instead of a caring and giving man he had intended, he became a greedy, collecting, money grabber.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.10.2014 @ 11:24 am

yummy food, rich and moist. chocolate goo oozing out of a lava cake. a table pile with foods with glazes and frosting and melty stuff. mmm and it melts in your mouth and you need to close your eyes while eating it.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.10.2014 @ 10:14 am


i feel like i have opened my body and light is filtering out. i am dancing round a lightbulb because it is night time outside. i will only live for 24 hours and i think it is obvious that the colour is rubbing from my wings. i left traces of it on your cheek whilst you were sleeping. will you look in the mirror today?

» Posted By sophie On 04.02.2014 @ 4:59 pm


His cheekbones were the first thing I notice; the natural light illuminated them, and shadows gently fell upon his face. He had wide shoulders and a tall back, only slightly arched, and perfect posture. He looked like he had been raised by an early nineteenth century warden, rather than a middle aged football fanatic, but somehow, here he was.

» Posted By Sophie On 03.08.2014 @ 8:26 pm



» Posted By Sophie On 03.03.2014 @ 8:59 am


custard and fruit, and not very much. really doesnt matter. cream and sponge and layers of pretty food…a matter of not much importance at all.
I like a special version with chocolate and kiwis and lime cream and fruit soaked in rum, with raspberries and ammeretto biscuits and chocolate hazlenut cream

» Posted By Sophie On 02.17.2014 @ 5:36 pm

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