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The blaming game. Something that everyone loves. But not me. At least not towards you, not really.
» Posted By X On 12.22.2015 @ 6:39 am
the way it kills me
and keeps me around
keeps me up
brings me down
» Posted By x On 02.16.2013 @ 7:32 pm
i dont know what it is. but i think that is a great thing. maybe for a plant. or a tree. a huge tree. i like trees. they give power.
» Posted By x On 12.29.2012 @ 10:02 am
upstead, the head of the birds that stay quiet while the sea speaks softly through its teeths. The feeling of being hopelessely becoming a spider that sings, windy
» Posted By x On 12.05.2012 @ 9:23 am
Himself. No one near. Just himself. His wife left, the kids were too damn busy and he cried. Oh, he cried. He didn’t felt very good with himself, but that’s the way he managed: crying.
» Posted By X On 11.30.2012 @ 10:26 pm
Don’t leave, I don’t want you gone
I’m dying inside, I know you are too
» Posted By x On 10.13.2012 @ 7:08 am
There was nothing familiar about him now; he had been born anew. He looked as he always had but now he smelled different – muskier, dustier, older, somehow. His gait was heavier, as if he carried all the world’s woes on his shoulders, and he tilted his head to one side and knitted his brows together when I spoke so that in the moment I felt that he really understood, that he really cared, but he offered no counsel and when I finally paused for breath I saw the full emptiness of his gaze.
» Posted By X On 10.11.2012 @ 6:32 am
I want to be happy
» Posted By x On 10.08.2012 @ 8:24 am
What binds you, confines you but also defines you. They can mean structure, but also limits. They restrict but allow you to explore. They can be bare and boring or creative outlets. They are what ou make them to be.
» Posted By x On 10.04.2012 @ 1:17 pm
Seemly endless variables floated past my eys, lazily whispering sweet nothings to me during math class. I was, as always, attempting to solve the problem and make all numbers and answers happy.
» Posted By X On 10.04.2012 @ 5:02 am
“Go on, I dare you,” he said, looking at me expectantly.
I looked down the cliff at the water. Ok, so maybe it wasn’t a cliff so much as a big rock. But it could have been a cliff.
“I don’t want to,” I said. I hated heights.
“You do want to,” he said. “You just don’t want to admit that you do.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I really don’t want to.”
He shook his head. “Then I guess that’s it,” he said.
» Posted By X On 08.05.2012 @ 9:14 pm
The crumbs scattered like droppings all over the belly of his crew-neck tshirt. He never stopped to sweep them away, not caring whether people saw the oyster crackers and what they may think of him.
» Posted By X On 07.15.2012 @ 5:41 pm
the place where beliefs have a voice – too bad the people ruling that premise don’t allow all beliefs in. They say they do, but i’ve been there, and they didn’t listen to me.
» Posted By x On 06.15.2012 @ 7:19 am
I heard something happened with you guys. Did you get a good look at him? Really? What vehicle was he driving? (You can write as much as you want when it prompts you to write your last sentence.)
» Posted By X On 04.30.2012 @ 8:43 am
He texted her. She took a moment to read it, but once she was done she closed her eyes and threw her phone as hard as she could into the lake. Damn him. It was Autumn, but she felt like she was freezing. Ice was running through her veins now and her heart hurt.
» Posted By X On 04.08.2012 @ 3:25 pm
What’s a good cliche about blaze?
» Posted By X On 04.02.2012 @ 1:26 am
Targetting a pattern is the object of the procedure. Certain thresholds will indicate the intensity of the removals. However, much of the organism must be removed.
» Posted By X On 03.15.2012 @ 4:56 pm
She had called each of her friends and extolled the virtues of her plan for hours to each. She had written to her member of government. She had organized bake sales and printed off bumper stickers. Yet no one knew or cared much about the changes she was proposing; people were missing their favorite shows, hadn’t they worked enough that week? Moralizing wasn’t getting anywheres. She had one option left, she was going to the hardware store and buying a gun.
» Posted By X On 03.14.2012 @ 10:58 am
Recycling. That’s what he was doing. He shifted her clothes from one box to another. Throw away. Keep. Charity shop. same way you might sort the cans and bottles before throwing the rubbish away. Recycle. Strange to think that in three weeks some stranger would be wearing her clothes. That one smells like a hospital. Throw away.
» Posted By x On 03.11.2012 @ 12:27 pm
The numb wafting feelings flood my arms and legs leaving me limp and dreary. My eyes sting and sink beneath the plain tubes of light.
» Posted By x On 03.06.2012 @ 8:19 am
The festival lights blurred and her head spun as the crowds’ ambiguous noises meshed together. All she could think was; “what pretty lights. So pretty.” And all she could see were the spots of color before she passed out.
» Posted By X On 02.11.2012 @ 3:06 pm
The odds that they would meet on that dreary night were ten to one. One to one hundred. Yet there they were. The cold nipped at their feet but what did they care? Their breath swirled as they sighed heavily, light from a flickering lamp post illuminated the lines on the old man’s face. Laugh lines and wrinkles. What were the odds that they would meet after all this time? Ten to one… One to one hundred….
» Posted By X On 01.29.2012 @ 10:05 pm
The odds were, he had swam out and disappeared into the murky waters. They had spent all night combing the waves with the beams of their flashlights. After the last week, I wasn’t sure what to think about his escape.
» Posted By X On 01.29.2012 @ 10:04 pm
The door opened quietly, breezing open on a well-oiled hinge. But a human didn’t enter the room. It was a wisp of smoke that curled cruelly around the door’s frame. The smoke infested the room at once and infiltrated the innocents’ lungs as they slept. But this wasn’t smoke that came from the burning blaze that might consume them alive. This was a more deadly, second hand smoke that would slowly corrode their bodies, inside out.
» Posted By X On 01.23.2012 @ 11:11 pm
There was something about waiting, the clear air brushed against my cheek, I knew there had to be something I was waiting for. A tall man with a lazy eye sidled up and sat heavilly next to me. A dank, urine-sharp scent hung around him.
» Posted By X On 01.15.2012 @ 2:51 am
A bench, a bench, another bench! The man fell through the park counting things. He screamed a little as he spun around and there before him was another bench. These benches have to go. He would burn them all.
» Posted By X On 01.15.2012 @ 2:43 am
A long slab of wood supported by an iron pipe. The wood looks worn like driftwood. It is empty and lonely. The feild is
» Posted By X On 01.14.2012 @ 10:46 pm
The trunk made a sound that neither driver nor passenger noticed. It was not a very loud sound; it was the soft and small and quiet sound of punches against metal. In the wing mirror he caught sight of the thick green stalks trailing from the car, dragging along the weathered road as the car sped well over the speed limit. He pulled over, and approached the vines with caution. Upon identifying their source – the trunk – he lifted the latch and pulled up the lid to be enveloped by a cloud of red and pink and white petals, and sparkling droplets of dew, and the fragrance of five hundred flowers crushed into a very small space. More vines grew out of the trunk and seemed to run off down the road, enormous rosebuds blooming further and further off in the distance. The vines grew in the opposite direction too: into the car, and around the headboards of the front seats and into the radio and around the rear-view mirror and over the bonnet and wrapping themselves around the tyres, with those beautifully impossible roses blooming all the while.
» Posted By X On 01.04.2012 @ 10:24 am
sinking in to a pit of dispare. that is how i felt last semester. dead, drowning, sinking. when will it end. only god knows, and even he is unsure of ending. all he knows is that it will stop. just not then or now.
» Posted By X On 08.22.2011 @ 8:06 pm
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everybody was kong fu fighting. lolololo
/–\ <— supposed to be a dear
» Posted By X On 08.18.2011 @ 11:43 am