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pony
Her pony tale bounced back and forth as she ran accross the field. This was her element. Running. Kicking. Playing. Soccer was her thing and this is what she loved. That signature pony tale is how everyone knew her.
Posted By Alex On 02.11.2012 @ 9:43 am
festival
Parties and balloons. Lots of laughter and smiles from all across the pathway and grassy fields. Everyone is glowing. EveryTHING is glowing. It’s a positive atmosphere. It’s some place I’d like to be right now. Just to be happy. It’s something special.
Posted By Alex On 01.31.2012 @ 8:50 pm
cabin
in the log cabin top had to be amazing air fighter in worl war two. i really only know about this subjuct because of american history, i took it so i could be inspired, and have ideas of history and ethics and shit, to help me with concepts in my art class. i got a lot of great ideas but i probably failed the class.
Posted By Alex On 01.27.2012 @ 5:50 pm
collar
one day my dog had a collar. Then she lost it so we looked for it then we found it.
Posted By alex On 01.27.2012 @ 10:49 am
one day my dog had a collar.But then she lost it but the we foundit in a abandent house.
Posted By alex On 01.27.2012 @ 9:07 am
hinge
I’m breaking, falling apart. Coming unhinged like an old door falling off it’s frame. That’s me, unable to take anymore. I’m losing my mind, slipping away.
Posted By Alex On 01.24.2012 @ 8:25 pm
fences
Fences, stupid things that keep us inside. We get told it’s for our safety. What’s safe about not being able to get out? I’d rather get injured and see the world then be stuck inside where it’s ‘safe’.
Posted By Alex On 01.22.2012 @ 4:10 pm
I was trapped, not just physically but also emotionally. The stupid fences were tall, too tall, at least 40 feet high. Why? I had no idea but my mind was else where. It was debating between burning the wood down or staying in the safe zone where I couldn’t hurt anyone. I couldn’t undo the past but I could stop it from happening again.
Posted By Alex On 01.22.2012 @ 4:06 pm
runway
ich rannte. son schnell mich meine Füße trugen. ich wusste nicht ob ich schnell genug sein würde. eigentlich hatte ich keine chance. er war schneller. so einfach war das. in einigen minuten würde es vorüber sein.
Posted By alex On 01.21.2012 @ 7:27 am
bench
benchmark. 1995, honda blue accord. nothing worth killing for.
Posted By alex On 01.14.2012 @ 6:17 pm
crisp
The crisp leaves crunched under her feet as she stumbled through the forest, running away from her boyfriend.
She loved him so much.
She needed to stop.
She didn’t believe in love, so she couldn’t believe in loving.
Posted By Alex On 01.13.2012 @ 3:28 pm
oil
The oil leaked through her veins as if it were water, as it it were blood. The oil leaked through her teeth, as if it were spit, as if it were rust. The oil leak through her bones, as if it were muscle, as if it were tissue. The oil leaked through her mind, as if it were dreams, ideas, or virtues.
Posted By Alex On 01.07.2012 @ 12:00 pm
dozen
This makes no sense. You swore that you’d stay safe. You swore that you’d cope and heal your scars. I know how you feel; but this is madness, that you must live like this. I thought that you said you were sorry. I thought that you begged for forgiveness and swore to God that you didn’t mean it. But this? How could you do this again?
Posted By Alex On 01.07.2012 @ 7:58 am
A dozen doves are flying through the air, just waiting for someone to catch one, shoot one, slit one’s throat.
And then a bullet. A bullet through the flock of doves that scatters them, sends them tumbling through a clear blue sky in such a way that works every time and allows no bullet to catch one. This is why they waited; these doves found joy in besting their enemies.
Posted By Alex On 01.06.2012 @ 2:09 pm
apron
She threw the apron onto the counter. “Ready?”
I shook my head rapidly. “Don’t. Please. Don’t.”
“Why not? I know that you don’t want me to, but… I need it.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “No! Please, just… don’t!”
She took a knife from the drawer and looked at me with a grimace. “Too bad.”
“Please,” I pleaded, the tears now flowing steadily down my face. “Please,” I said again, although she was already walking past me.
“You don’t have to watch if you don’t want.”
“Stop!” I called to her, but she was up the stairs already.
Well, at least she told me.
Posted By Alex On 01.05.2012 @ 4:38 pm
thorns
I hate these thorns.
This is all that I think as I stumble through the bushes, hot blood streaking through my jeans, my shirt, and even showing trails on my warm, pink cheeks. I’m sweating, panting from running. The thorns were a challenge, but a challenge that I could defeat.
Posted By Alex On 01.04.2012 @ 2:54 pm
champagne
Emma watched as her mother poured her a very small amount of champagne. This was the first year she was allowed to have any. Her mother always told her she was too young and it would affect her brain. Now Emma was 17 and had the highest marks in her class, and her mother could no
Posted By Alex On 01.02.2012 @ 2:21 pm
fireplace
The fireplace crackled and popped. I was wrapped in the quilt my mother made me when I was twelve.
Posted By Alex On 12.23.2011 @ 7:23 pm
the fireplace blazes stockings hung above it waiting for santa to drop down it give it the attention it craves all year but only gets once waiting as patiently as the children asleep upstairs crackling with excitement ablaze with happiness and anticipation awaiting the magic to come
Posted By alex On 12.23.2011 @ 7:11 pm
dusk
It was dusk. I looked out over the horizon, and jumped when I saw what was lying before the falling sun: the Dangercar. I ran towards it to find no one inside. What was happening? Where were the Four?
Posted By Alex On 12.20.2011 @ 7:30 pm
thunder
Thunder strikes, and children are taken alive. We don’t know what’s to happen. Torture? The way of the takers was to gag the kids and push them off a cliff; that’s what always happened. But.. these kids were different. The takers acted differently toward them. What would happen?
Posted By Alex On 12.19.2011 @ 6:43 pm
panorama
She twisted her head, looking around in all directions. She felt out of place, but in a delicious way. It all looked so new, so different. It was a wonderful experience. She shook her head, in disbelief: she felt at ease, here, in her new home.
Posted By Alex On 12.17.2011 @ 9:01 pm
sleeve
My heart, I wear on my sleeve, which fails to support my pumping blood that drips from my arm to the floor and makes you run away. My heart, I wear on my sleeve, but no one tends to love me, for the gruesome blood flows quickly.
Posted By Alex On 12.15.2011 @ 6:08 pm
The sleeve was brown and gray, like the sky in the final moments of night when the stars were ebbing away with the moon and the sun wasn’t quite out yet, but expecting. The flowers were pink like the rosy cheeks of the children that we saw as we rode our bikes past the school and laughed.
Posted By Alex On 12.15.2011 @ 4:02 pm
palette
The Colors he used to create this world was so incredible he dazzled the woman in half a second. A New world, entirely real, magical, created by the tip of this brush.
Posted By Alex On 12.13.2011 @ 7:50 pm
“Pleasing to the palette,” Joey smiled, looking up at our father who had cooked the food.
I laughed. Joe always used the best words.
Posted By Alex On 12.13.2011 @ 4:37 pm
princess
The princess wasn’t there.
She usually came down in her dress and her beautiful shoes, ready for anything, brave and bold. But the princess wasn’t there.
We waited for her for hours. We waited for her to sing, to do what she did in those magical minutes.
But the princess didn’t come.
Posted By Alex On 12.12.2011 @ 1:57 pm
beckon
Beckoning me to the edge of the sunset, we walk away Fuck amy winehouse is ruining my concentration But she’s damn awesome This poor girl I didn’t notice her until she was gone Not that I’m important, but this is depressing to me And the song ended and I had to stop And the coca-cola ad plays And it is my honor to make you happy. Right?
Posted By Alex On 12.10.2011 @ 1:47 pm
sneaky
The sneaky little drops, the bright red splatter walls when you walked down. The shattered mirrors all over the floor, the broken frames and faded photography.
Posted By Alex On 12.08.2011 @ 2:56 pm
