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Soil. Without it, there would be no life on earth. All around us, there are crops and plants, the producers who give us energy. The world is a cycle, where everything is interrelated. If we watch the world from an objective point of view, we can see that, for instance, Action A yields into Action B (in the most bizarre ways at times).Posted By Aisha On 12.28.2012 @ 1:24 pm
I am not interested in listening to your excuses. You lie and lie, and then think I’ll fall for the poisonous words you’ve charmed with your sweet and velvety voice. I am not your possession. I do not belong to you. Why then? Why then do I fall down to your feet, worshiping you!
Who are you?
You are not my master.
I make my own life. I carve my own destiny.
I do not need a man in my life to be something – to feel as though I am of value!
Why can’t they understand?Posted By aisha On 11.03.2012 @ 8:28 pm
She could only hear her pulse beating in the stillness that enveloped her surroundings. A tear streamed down her parched, wounded face as the world around her lulled and blurred into darkness. Slowly, she felt herself drifting down to the ground. She had collapsed unconscious, her head hitting the ground first causing a river of blood to seep down her paled face.Posted By Aisha On 09.06.2012 @ 2:38 pm
She didn’t know whether to stay or fleet. The latter seemed easier to do, but her heart ached for the former. There was no way she could leave, she would be driven to madness without the man she had now come to love in her life. But, she soon re-evaluated her decision, if he would be safe if she no longer existed in his life, then she would run away, a countless times over. She loved him so much that she could stay away from him if the need ever arose.Posted By Aisha On 09.05.2012 @ 7:13 pm
She pushed one more time with the little energy she had left, her face soaked with perspiration and her dark eyes gleaming with exhaustion. The physical pain, she had become accustomed to by now, but the anxiety and fear that her child might have been wounded, hurt or even worse—dead, continued to throb in her head, causing her much more pain emotionally than any physical pain she had been inflicted with in all her life.
Then, it happened. She heard the sweetest sound—the sound of life, a baby’s first breath and cry.
It was a miracle.
She gasped in relief, hot tears rolled down her wounded cheeks. But then, her surroundings were lulled and began to blur, she felt herself floating mid-way between consciousness and unconsciousness. “Bella—Bella stay. Bella stay with me,” she hard a muffled voice, crying for her to live—to breathe.
Harry. It was Harry.
But it seemed as though it was too late. Though, for now, she continued to breathe, it seemed that her life was reaching its end as unconsciousness drew her in to its full might.Posted By Aisha On 09.03.2012 @ 5:06 pm
There was a faint screech. Alexis woke up with a start, all of her five senses were on alert. She tip-toed out of her bed and looked around the chamber, but she it was too dark and so she couldn’t see anything. She whispered, “Lumos,” and a bright light suddenly sparked out of her wand. Now that she could see her surroundings with better clarity, she slowly walked towards her chamber’s large, magnificent door, and turned it’s handle, then she slowly began to walk down the corridors of her ancestors’ manor, looking frantically around the place for any sign of intrusion.
She glanced around, the palms of her hands perspiring heavily. She gulped in, never before was she *this* afraid in her life. And admitting that was something, as she had found her self in situations that had called for bravery. She listened intently, wondering if perhaps, she had imagined the sound.
To her relief, there was no other sound. Perhaps, she had imagined the shriek and the sound of the tap? She was about to exhale a sigh of relief when—
The sound had come from the end of the corridor—she was sure of it. At the end of the corridor was a wall. Not a door or anything for that matter that would lead to another chamber or place, it was a dead end. When she had been younger she had wondered many times as to why the manor had constructed such a useless corridor where at the end rested nothing but a wall. But, today she would find out.
On the wall was a painting, she recalled how it had been so beautiful, so magnificent. The painting was of a woman with dark raven curls and beautiful violet eyes, much like hers. Her father had once told her that she had acquired her violet eyes from this unnamed ancestor. She tried to recall the name of the woman in this painting that was now covered with dust and withered with age, but she couldn’t.Posted By Aisha On 09.02.2012 @ 7:49 pm
The texture of her hair was frizzy and curly. Her hair had a mind of its own. He let out a faint chuckle as he tried to comb through it. “I’m sorry, kid,” he said under his breath as he pulled down the comb down her hair, “but this is going to hurt.” He yanked down the comb and the little girl let out a big yelp.Posted By Aisha On 09.01.2012 @ 3:31 pm
Her feet hammered on the ground as she scrambled through the corridor, looking hastily from right to left, for any sign of the young man she had come to love, the only man who would grant her salvation. She lowered her gaze, while feeling the taste of copper—her blood on her taste buds. Realization hit her, she slowly and hesitantly uplifted her trembling hand towards her forehead, then she lowered her hand, whilst heart beat furiously. Her eyes enlarged as she gazed at her her pale and quivering hands, from her fingers leaked blood, blood that was heavily pouring down from her forehead.
She was dying. The man had struck a blow to her head, it was a miracle how she had survived it for this long. She closed her eyes, “I’m so—sorry, m’Lord. I couldn’t save you…” She knew she was going to collapse any moment now…Posted By Aisha On 08.29.2012 @ 2:15 pm
She was a carbon copy of her sister Meredith. Henry couldn’t believe his eyes, the similarities between the two sisters was rattling. He smiled faintly at the woman before him, she returned his smile. “So pleased do meet you,” Henry said in a voice just above a whisper, the woman nodded in return, “Your name, Miss?” he asked.
The woman bowed faintly, her rosy lips twisted into a faint smile as she said, “Jezebel Monsieur…”
She had a french accent, Meredith didn’t have a french accent Henry realized, “Ah Miss, have you grown in a French environment—sorry I’m just asking as your sister speaks with an English accent,” he asked, his eyebrow twitching upwards in confusion.
The woman with a perplexed expression on her face responded, “Sorry sir? But what? I am French and to my knowledge I do not have a sister. I was born in a family of four sons.”
Henry, startled by the new information the woman bore took a step back, “What? But, no I know someone who looks exactly like you! I thought you were her twin sister!” He yelped.Posted By Aisha On 08.26.2012 @ 12:51 pm
She would always sit to the side of the class, as she was very self-conscious of her height. She recalled that when she had been of around 10 or 12 she had been treated horribly by her peers because of her height, so she made sure of it from then on to sit in the side of the class, so that she would be out of her classmates’ views.Posted By Aisha On 08.24.2012 @ 3:05 pm
There are seeds thrown into the deep hole dug by the old woman who sits down on her freshly mowed lawn. Her life has passed her by and although there is nothing left to live for, she enjoys life with a bright smile, thanking the lord for each new day. She awaits the day the seeds will grow into trees. After she passes away, they will be a remainder of her life and her existence in our world.
“One day,” she whispers to herself as she pats the ground and raises up, holding her aching back, “I too will be in the ground.”Posted By Aisha On 06.24.2012 @ 10:45 pm
I was in my mother’s nest. Protected and freed from all my troubles and daily plights. I was just her child now, not any of the other burdensome roles that I had to play in my daily life. I was care-free, my mind was just a vacant landscape. It was soothing and comforting to not think about anything other than her arms as they surrounded me, and the vibrating beats of her heart. I was free, even if just temporarily, and recharged continue my surf on top of the harsh tides of life.Posted By Aisha On 06.09.2012 @ 3:36 pm
I lay back on the soft, damp grass. Watching them as they disappeared into the sky. Each one of them floating away into seperate directions. It would be silly to expect them to follow each other. It would be easy to call it physics. Of course it would, balloons have no personality.Posted By Aisha On 04.28.2012 @ 5:52 am
join in the band wagon it doesnt hurt to join the group…umless you dont have anything to lose that is. i join the wagon along time ago and ive lost many things like my life and my will to live but so far ive gain that back little by little only because of youPosted By aisha On 02.01.2012 @ 10:41 pm
the liberty to have someone by me the liberty to do nothing the liberty to have true friends the liberty to do whatever i want the liberty to be me this type of liberty will never come for me so why the hell do i even ask for it. liberty is nothing but a dream that dies slowly each time they knock you down i dont get it.Posted By aisha On 01.19.2012 @ 7:29 pm
the lonely bench that was in the park with a lovely shade green was never sat by anyone. lots of people went to the park ans sat on benchs that was blue,yellow and red but no one sat on the green bench seasons went by with no one sitting on the bench. until a man with brown bag looked at the green bench ” what a lovely green bench.i think i will sit here for today.” the man sat abd threw seeds to the hungry birds, then man left and couple passed by with stroller with newborn baby. ” look honey what lovely green bench lets sit here? ” the couple sat and the baby smiled at the green bench. ever since the man with brown sat on the green bench many people sat on it and got memories from this only one can chnage with the help of others so when you see a bech thats emptyy sit on it and you’ll see that the stuff around you will changePosted By aisha On 01.15.2012 @ 1:05 pm
the image you see is concealed with lies from those who gave off their vibe dont worry it nothing to be sad about its only for awhile the road gets whiter and whiter only to be conceal by truth not everything is the same you just uncover and look and you will see whats been hiding this whole timePosted By aisha On 01.12.2012 @ 6:33 pm