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cassette

tape, music, old school, nostalgic, careful, history, documentation

» Posted By Whitney On 01.07.2019 @ 7:41 am

suspenseful

I don’t know how to feel right now. I think I was just stolen but I cant clearly remember. I don’t think I got on my school bus, so I must have been taken. I keep telling myself its okay and to just stay calk and not think about what is happening.

» Posted By whitney On 11.29.2016 @ 11:27 am

pine

I used to chew pine needles on the golf course with my grandpa. It didn’t occur to me until I was an adult that maybe he liked gin. I still think of him every time I smell a pine tree or have a gin and tonic. I miss you Bumpy…

» Posted By Whitney On 07.18.2016 @ 10:27 am

boom

I hope you check this regularly now. Because now it’s all for you. I’m gonna try not to ask you about it because I want to know if you find this on your own. I figured out a way to word what I was trying to to set your mind at ease. You were worried that you won’t live up to where I see you. The only way I can think to explain this is a treasure hunter. A man devotes his life to hunting for the treasure of Atlantis. Obsessed with it. He is sure that it’s this city that’s 100 miles around and full of gold. He spends years looking. Never giving up. Faces doubt but never lets it go. And when he finally finds it it’s 50 miles around and filled with gold. Do you think he just leaves and says “nope that’s not the Atlantis I pictured. It can stay down here in the dirt?” no. That’s you. Even if you aren’t what I imagine to the T, you are still everything I want and have worked for for years. And I couldn’t let you go when I tried.

» Posted By whitney On 03.17.2016 @ 5:50 pm

Stupid prompt. Look at this instead. This is the most honest thing you’ll ever get from me from here on out because you know about this site now. And no one knows about this site but you. I’m sorry I just dashed out of the parking lot. I can’t handle that thought of losing you. Now or ever. Especially now. I’ve been in love with you for years. I had resigned myself to second best, if that. I am trying to be brave for you. I’m walking into this fully aware of what’s probably going to happen. And I will be devastated. But I would rather have an affair with you now and ruin our friendship for life than spend the rest of my life only giving you a quarter of what I want to give you. And I want to give you everything. I’m not some stupid kid. This is not a crush. You are smart. You are good with money. You are attractive. Attentive. You are a great figure for my daughter. You’re my best friend. You would be a good influence on me. You might possibly teach me how to say no. I love your family. I love your friends. I love that stupid dahhh Rolly thing you do. I love your sad eyes. I love your soft lips. I love being yours in any way I can be because I’ve BEEN yours for years. Even if you call this off.. Even if this never goes anywhere, I’m going to always love you. Every piece of you. I love that you make mistakes. I love that you own them. I love when you call me hun. I love when you call me whit. I love when you call out random sounds. I love you. Every single bit. I hope you read the right one. I love you krin.

» Posted By whitney On 03.17.2016 @ 2:10 am

lure

I got lured in again. I did it to myself. Tyler. It’s such an ordinary name. Nothing special or unique about it but it has its own definition to me. Home. Love. Hope. A better life. Happiness. The one who makes me a better person. Home. Home. Home. You are home to me. I don’t feel the pain in my chest until you’re near me and it disappears. You are the cute to anxiety. You are the cure for depression. You are an addiction. Luring me in with every text. Every call. Every word. Every sigh. Every breath. Every touch… And I love it.

» Posted By Whitney On 03.02.2016 @ 5:09 am

bully

mean people. they want to keep others down so they can feel up. hurtful. they can be emotional bullies or physical. my biggest fear is that brayden would be bullied or be a bully. they are the lowest of the low but everyone is a bully in some way.

» Posted By whitney On 12.30.2015 @ 11:18 am

blurred

I turn I get dizzy and my vision gets shaky and I can’t see I fall to the ground I wake up seeing blurry images around me all smeared. What is going on I asked the strange images I see, Why you have taken a strange pill which messed up you vision and now we are trying to find a cure. What do you mean vision will be blurry forever, but why does this exist?

» Posted By Whitney On 12.16.2015 @ 9:37 am

exclude

There was a time when we were allowed to exclude people. And for the right reasons. It was called good judgement. People abused it. Now we can’t exclude anyone for fear of having a law suit on our hands.

» Posted By Whitney On 11.23.2015 @ 6:33 am

gifted

The word is gifted and that works for me because I’ve been gifted with you. But I can’t just follow the prompt. You said you loved me. That is no small thing. It can’t be wrapped up in a bow and put under a tree. I am scared to let my love out of the cage because I told you… My love is not a boop on the nose. It is not giggling school kids infatuated with each other. My love is a hurricane that will push you up against the far wall of the room and kiss you. And kiss you and kiss you and kiss you. And if you don’t love back with the same force it will suffocate you there! Baby I don’t want to suffocate you! I want us to end up somewhere in the middle of the room. Kiss after kiss until we collapse onto the floor in exhaustion and content. So I will wait.. Because I have to. Because my brain so full of what-ifs and scared memories of what happens when I don’t won’t let me. So I’ll say it here but not again until I can. Baby I love you.

» Posted By whitney On 11.12.2015 @ 12:53 pm

indistinct

It lurked in the distance hiding in the shadows. It moved like the wind making no sound but floating quickly closer. I steeled myself and moved one foot forward. It felt like it was weighed down, keeping me from moving.

» Posted By whitney On 07.19.2015 @ 11:31 am

enticing

It was an enticing proposal, Steven thought. It would take him a year to make that much money the honest way, and here it was – an opportunity to make it in just a few hours. It wouldn’t really hurt anyone, Right?

» Posted By Whitney On 02.12.2015 @ 12:52 pm

announcement

“I have an announcement”

It was amazing how quickly a room buzzing with conversation could suddenly become silent when the captain spoke in that voice.

Everyone’s eyes on him, the man standing at the head of the room slowly began to speak.

» Posted By Whitney On 01.26.2015 @ 9:18 pm

tofu

The tofu sat on the plate, growing cold as Anna continued the debate with her mother.

“Why can’t I go?”

“You know why, Anna, it just wouldn’t be safe.”

“Safe doesn’t matter if it’s the right thing to do.”

» Posted By Whitney On 11.28.2014 @ 12:11 pm

viewpoint

She looked down. Everything seemed so far. She was terrified. How did I even get here? When will I come down from this high?

» Posted By Whitney On 11.07.2014 @ 5:43 pm

graced

I’m glad For This prompt. I feel graced by his presence
I really do. Nothing more than An acquaintance but everything He writes touches me So deeply That I Know somehow he’s talking to Me. To Find another soul So similar Is a grace itself. Even If They never know It Too. This has become My diary. My name Too anonymous to Find.

» Posted By Whitney On 09.20.2014 @ 1:53 am

charity

I’m not a charity case! I’ve spent my life with ny mother making us a charity case. Always saying we had to get past our pride to make it. Let me ask you this. How much pride do you have if you’re always begging and taking from others without giving back. None. That’s the answer for those of you that bothered.

» Posted By whitney On 08.31.2014 @ 1:00 pm

terrain

So I don’t even care about the prompt. I needed to Greer this out where you can never see it. I feel the connection like cups on strings stretching the miles between where we are and over words we haven’t said. I read what you wrote and I feel like it’s mine but my brain knows it’s not. I don’t know who she is. I don’t know what she did. But I can feel your loss. I can feel your heart. These words were meant for you. This is your sign. I’m here for you and you will never know it but I do. I know that as long as you write and as long as I read the words that aren’t mine and steal them for my heart these are yours to steal for yours.

» Posted By whitney On 08.26.2014 @ 7:46 pm

pediatrician

No one knows how awful it is to be a young mother. Not because you lose your freedom but because the people around you assume that’s all you care about. It doesn’t matter that you took your child to the pediatrician for an on and off rattling chest. They are still condescending and judgmental. And the worst part isn’t that you have to deal with it. The worst part is that your daughter will too. “Your mom was HOW old when she had you?”

» Posted By Whitney On 08.24.2014 @ 6:18 am

pint

I have a pint or 4 each night but nothing can help me forget how drunk I was on the idea of you loving me

» Posted By Whitney On 08.17.2014 @ 2:05 pm

duct

I can’t even think of the word duct. It’s a duct. It could mean tape or a pipe of some kind. I came here to be creative and feel real and anonymous again all at the same time. Prompts be damned I want to feel something again. I want to feel like me and cry hard and love hard and I haven’t felt that in years. not since him.

» Posted By whitney On 06.18.2014 @ 9:15 pm

instill

He wanted to instill life into me. He wanted to make sure I lived my life to the fullest. That I had the fear of God in me to be the best and see the best and live my God damn life. I failed him. and I failed me. I will regret that for the rest of my life and longer

» Posted By whitney On 06.11.2014 @ 4:34 pm

stalling

I don’t know how to tell him.
He’s only here because I don’t have any other options.
I’ll keep stalling as long as I have to.
It hurts me more than it hurts him.
Trust me.
When it’s time it’s time. Until then.
I’m sorry

» Posted By whitney On 06.05.2014 @ 8:41 pm

sly

Sly words. He used sly words to get into my brain. Into my heart. My soul. His sly words were always more than enough to get in. However, no matter what he said when he left they were never good enough, and never will be, to get out. There are no sly words that can be used to remove a memory from the heart. w

» Posted By whitney On 06.03.2014 @ 6:01 am

latitude

The captain knows what he’s doing. How could they question him the way they do? He’s never led a single one of us astray. Longitude and Latitude be damned, if he says we are where we are then he’s right. My lovely Captain. Lost and I found you again just as you will find our salvation

» Posted By whitney On 05.18.2014 @ 5:17 pm

still

The dark night. All I hear are crickets and the chirping of birds far, far away. The glow of the moon shines in through my bedroom window. It is calm. It is still. It is everything. The silence is deafening and now it is all I hear.

» Posted By Whitney On 04.10.2014 @ 8:55 am

All is calm and still. There is a dark cloud hanging above the sky, yet it is still. The calm soothes the young girl who is free, free at last. She takes a deep breath and feels the relaxation take over her entire body. This is free. This is still. All is well. Yada yada yada. Yay yay yay. Wasdasdasd

» Posted By Whitney On 04.10.2014 @ 6:58 am

trifle

Then the war began. They threw apples and slices of pizza and the food fight got worse and worse and went on for nearly 20 minutes. That’s an eternity for a poor staff that is trying to calm down 100 or so kids. But no one touched the trifle. It was like a tiny little God on a perfect pedestal while war waged between people under 5ft tall.

» Posted By whitney On 02.17.2014 @ 11:18 am

playground

We first met on the playground. We were at the park in our town and I had no idea who he was. I had no idea what he would mean to me. I had no idea what would happen in our future. He was just the new kid and I was just a little bit interested. How else is love supposed to start?

» Posted By whitney On 02.16.2014 @ 9:31 am

meanwhile

I was drinking coffee in my apartment with the music blaring. Tunes so loud the floor rattled which made the neighbors downstairs knock on the ceiling. They hate my music and it’s volume

» Posted By Whitney On 12.08.2013 @ 6:44 pm

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