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He may have been older, maybe 37, 38, but I thought that the sideburns added both age and youth. They may have held experience, but, simultaneously, they made him look as though he were a young man who wanted to be older. A farce.

Posted By Allison On 05.29.2011 @ 7:34 pm

Elvis. Old men. War veterans. Hulk Hogan.

Posted By Allison On 05.29.2011 @ 7:19 pm

Tastefully inappropriate on anyone near a playground; undesirable on otherwise dateable men; can only be rocked by Burt Reynolds.

Posted By Allison On 05.29.2011 @ 5:31 pm

I have a dog-domestic-she is the most amazing creature in the world. Always happy, licking everything in sight, and always, always there for me when I need a soft place to land, laugh, or cry into. I love her to death and I simply could not imagine my life without her. She is my best friend.

Posted By Allison On 05.20.2011 @ 6:05 pm

mole on my face; not really a mole though. Wish it would go away, but maybe then I would change. I would become one of them, oblivious. Perhaps people need moles; for humankind to be different; for humankind to survive.

Posted By Allison On 05.18.2011 @ 9:35 pm

The mole lives in a hole with his mother and father and he plays all day in the sun. He likes his hole but wants to venture out further. He plans a trip one day. He wants to see the world he says! He climbs out and starts his journey. Now he’s happy.

Posted By Allison On 05.18.2011 @ 1:26 pm

I glance to my left, and the cake stares back. It’s thick, luscious – chocolate. It’s all of my weaknesses wrapped into one delicious piece of food.

‘Bad girl’, Ana whispers, but I ignore her, I take a step forward.

Posted By Allison On 05.17.2011 @ 6:09 pm

I don’t like this feeling, this feeling of being forgotten and not remembered. I love you so much, and yet I feel like the largest part of my being is lost somewhere in your heart. I feel like you’ve forgotten about me and just left me behind somewhere on the coast. Im out here, watching, waiting, worrying, and you’re on the inside in love with everyone you come across and I am just left here, waiting and loving you with every ounce of my being.

Posted By allison On 05.15.2011 @ 6:53 pm

The bones were found in the basement…or so they told me. I had my doubts about this, though. I wasn’t sure why, but from the moment I walked up to 103 Maple Avenue, I felt like something was wrong. This wasn’t my first case, I had been in the field for years investigating crimes. But this one was different. The bones were unusual for starters. they were human, but they were deformed in a way I had never seen before

Posted By Allison On 05.11.2011 @ 5:01 pm

what is a waver? Really,sorry i know exactly what a waver is… i think. Honestly, i really think the idea of this website is VERY creative. It can help any writer with their writing abilities. I love it sooo much, anywho. Waver,

Posted By Allison On 05.07.2011 @ 11:17 am

Clover; I have never really heard much of this word. I don’t even really know what it means. But, I do enjoy saying it. Clover. There, i just said it. Clover might be a word that means the best thing, but I would not know. Maybe I’m missing out. Maybe I’m not. But I guess I will never know. 30 seconds, up…now…3..2..1. clover.

Posted By Allison On 04.30.2011 @ 4:57 pm

Clover couldn’t believe what words were falling on her innocent little ears.

“Clover? Can you hear me? I know it’s hard to understand, but you’re mother died. She’s gone. But that doesn’t mean you won’t see her someday. You will. I promise.”

The little leprechaun turned towards the man that brought her this hideous news. She stood there for a few seconds with a blank look on her face, and then burst into tiny green tears.

Posted By Allison On 04.30.2011 @ 3:55 pm

“Marigold, I don’t understand why this is such a touchy subject for you. It’s not like there is going to be a shortage of money anytime soon. We live at the end of a rainbow with a pot of gold as out neighbor, for God’s sake.” The leprechaun jumped off the clover and gesticulated wildly.

Posted By Allison On 04.30.2011 @ 3:50 pm

There is a show I watch called The Trailer Park Boys. It is a Canadian “mockumentary”. This is what instantly came into my head. Trailers can be used for homes, to haul, or for animals as well. Very useful!

Posted By Allison On 04.28.2011 @ 8:00 am

cars. coming together. passing each other. like in life. we all intersect with one another, but how much do we really see of the people we pass by? do we notice them at all? sometimes we crash into people, or connect with them somehow, but mostly we just pass on by.

Posted By Allison On 04.25.2011 @ 10:18 pm

what the fuck. gadget hmmm im just looking at the word and gad and get get a gad? whats a agad i guess its just something to get. so life is a gadget i suppose. for me anyways. get a life gadget. dont know what to write this word took me for suprise. suprise spelled wrong a second time in a row even tho i was aware it was spelled wrong after i typed it the first time.

Posted By Allison On 04.21.2011 @ 10:39 am

inspector gadget was in a very grim mood because his niece and sidekick dog pet were kidnapped by the evil Dr. smithside. he uncorked all of the wine bottles in the cellar and used the corks to make a boat to go to the galopagos islands to save them, and ran into a feller named charles darwin. he made up a story about evolution and amazingly enough he bought it. so he did not save his niece and sidekick, but he did change the world.

Posted By Allison On 04.20.2011 @ 9:06 pm

His acoustic guitar had two broken strings as he strummed on the street corner of Victoria, Canada. His tousled locks had snow specks in them from the early fall that November. The chords he struck called down more powder and called upon a crowd no bigger than a school of fish.

Posted By Allison On 04.19.2011 @ 8:55 am

fuck i just did this now i have to think again actually not think just write hahahah well its not that funny is it thirst i dunno i was thirsty i kinda am im usualy thirsty which could b e abad sign hmmmm hope not anyways that style of writing reminded me of tetse weeeeeeird now i cant stop it ok stop it stop stop stop ok i think im back this is weird wow i wanted to write hmmmmm again but had to stop stop stop myself

Posted By allison On 04.10.2011 @ 4:31 pm

oshkosh west high school. it’s a place that i hate a lot. colleges that have extremely huge parties at the end of every year where people come back and brag about the amazing experiences that they had received at this college and how prestigious it was and that their lives are so awesome now because of it even though their wife is cheating on them, they’re slowly becoming an alcoholic, their son/daughter is suicidal and everything is falling apart.

Posted By Allison On 04.10.2011 @ 9:00 am

Connected, now a days everyone is connected, Through phones and internet. Theres always a way to be contacted, and information to be connected to others. I sound really dumb. Connected, by the hip. Like simese twins. WEIRD! That would really not be good, not going anywhere without this simese twin hanging off my ear. Im sorry to all the conected people out there. Its a sad thing.

Posted By Allison On 04.06.2011 @ 8:03 pm

I think success is something we should all strive for. The problem is that success means different things to different people. To some success means houses, cars, money, fame but to others it simply means a life well lived, surrounded by the ones you love the most. I feel that the latter is the true definition of success.

Posted By Allison On 04.04.2011 @ 8:38 pm

The galaxy is very large. It is full of aliens and has lots of stars. If I were the galaxy I would be very large. ABut im not the galaxy. I am a very small galaxy. And Did tyou know that in the galaxy you weighless then on earth. ITs crazy. ANDDDD I have no planets cause I am not the galaxy. Yes. The end.

Posted By Allison On 04.02.2011 @ 3:24 pm

I think that a lot of people have too much ego. It drives them, how wonderful they think they are. It reminds me of Gaston, and how it was the mirror that eventually lead to his end (through it, he saw the Beast… or was it a reflection of himself?)

Posted By Allison On 04.01.2011 @ 9:16 pm

I don’t particularly care for executives. Fortune 500 fat-cats with cows for wives sitting on high horses riding backwards showing their asses all around the town feeling quite sure of themselves.

Posted By Allison On 03.29.2011 @ 6:28 pm

sometimes i think i would get a lot more done if i led a more structured life. id probably have a 4.0 in college, probably weigh about 5 pounds less, and would have a cleaner dorm. but wheres the fun in that

Posted By Allison On 03.25.2011 @ 12:06 pm

Wandering is wonderful. There is nothing like going somewhere but you’re not sure where that place is exactly. Fantastic thing it is. I have discovered so many phenomenal things while wandering.

Posted By Allison On 03.14.2011 @ 10:27 pm

i wish i had a wand so i could be like Harmonie Granger. she dresses and acts so cute!! if i had a wand, i would also buy a cape, and lots of matching socks and sweaters. Leads me to scarves….Gryffendor colored scarf!

Posted By Allison On 03.13.2011 @ 2:36 pm

I am so in love with something or someone that it is impractical, fantastical, and unrealistic. This could be anything. A man, an idea, an emotion, or just an object. Today I am obsessed with Stumble.

Posted By Allison On 03.12.2011 @ 3:02 pm

bees buzz. bees make the world go round. they make honey and pollinate flowers, they dance, the sting, the swarm. they’re yellow, black, fuzzy, and scary as hell to listen to, but fun to watch. they produce a workmanship and productivity unparalleled by any species.

Posted By Allison On 03.09.2011 @ 12:23 am