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fractures
I stare at the boy. They say he has fractures in his skull from the blow. “He won’t make it past the night,” they keep murmuring to themselves. I hear it all. I always do. Even when I do not know the person, I hear. I guess that’s the life of a spirit living in a hospital. I wonder if he’ll join me. It’d be nice to have a companion, and he’s cute.
Posted By Amy On 06.22.2012 @ 1:24 am
I feel like my life has shattered into tiny fractures. I’m all broken up but some how I’m still intact. I don’t know where to go from here. I feel like every little good thing in my life was stolen from me and scattered everywhere. They’re so twisted, and I can’t seem to find a way to get them back in one piece.
Posted By Amy On 06.21.2012 @ 9:46 pm
persons
Out of all the persons in this room, he caught my eye. He wasn’t spectacular, though. Rather opposite of that, actually. His lanky body was easily pushed aside from the tougher, buffer guys, and he reeked of cologne. His glasses were falling off of his nose, and his hair was slick with sweat. And yet I found myself walking towards him, rose in hand.
Posted By Amy On 06.20.2012 @ 10:39 pm
keen
There is a time of day when we have urges. Urges to remark, think, feel and touch. What we fail to realize is that we need to be passionate about these things for them to matter. We must care and be keen.
Posted By Amy On 06.18.2012 @ 9:55 pm
He sure was keen on getting the girl. Every day and night, he would message me about new plans he had on winning her heart. It was getting tedious and tiring, but I listened and told him the earnest truth: he was crazy. Not that he cared for my opinion. Love is a strange emotion, and he – why, he was even stranger.
Posted By Amy On 06.18.2012 @ 2:41 pm
pour
I’d let you pour my thoughts into a cup and drink it all up. It’s too much for me to handle, but I want you to know everything, realize every single thing I’ve gone through. Consume me like I’m not a part of this world anymore. It’ll be your last memory of me.
Posted By Amy On 06.16.2012 @ 9:35 pm
mayor
He was the mayor, the top guy, the head honcho. But he was still my ex, my first lover in high school, my first heartbreak, my first chance at happily-ever-after. He changed, though, in those few years. His smile was no longer sincere, more tired and stressed than anything else. I only wanted to help him, though. Wasn’t death better than this?
Posted By Amy On 06.16.2012 @ 12:57 am
cathedral
The cathedral in christchurch was big. And cold. and stone. It was also grey. Perhaps everything in Christchurch was grey. I haven’t been back since the quake – my hometown, or one of them, is not there any more. What is in Christchurch is no longer mine. The cathedral used to be big – I was small.
Posted By Amy On 06.14.2012 @ 7:42 pm
They pat me on the shoulder, telling me “good luck” and “way to go, man”. I smile weakly at them and nod, but I fail to see the luck in this. She is gorgeous, pure, sweet – perfect. But she is not who I want. The real person I want… he is not allowed in here. He is not allowed anywhere near me anymore. And all I want to do is tell him that I’m sorry.
Posted By Amy On 06.14.2012 @ 1:09 pm
It was a grand wedding, paid by the groom’s wealthy parents. I watched as the guests poured in, one by one, happy faces scattered in the room. But I could not go in. No, they would not want the groom’s affair in there… Who would?
Posted By Amy On 06.14.2012 @ 1:08 pm
straw
you can drink through it its a material horses eat it it has 5 letters you can make things out of it straw hat begins with an ‘s’ straw seat
Posted By amy On 06.14.2012 @ 7:44 am
That was the final straw. Time after time, she let him get away with this. The late calls, the early escapes, the excuses as to why he wasn’t at dinner. But not anymore, not any longer. As she stared at him through the window, laughing with a nameless woman, she took her last look at him. This would be the last time she ever saw him.
Posted By Amy On 06.13.2012 @ 8:02 pm
brief
A case. A piece of underwear. A quality every writer should strive for, because it’s the soul of wit.
Posted By Amy On 06.12.2012 @ 1:41 pm
It was a brief moment, but it was long enough for their eyes to meet and sparks to fly. Perhaps more could’ve escalated had he been alone and not with a girl. Perhaps more could’ve escalated had she not had that band around her finger. Or perhaps it was never meant to be.
Posted By Amy On 06.12.2012 @ 12:01 pm
nest
The birds nest is high in the sky and I have to crane my neck to look up at it. I wonder what amazing exotic creatures live in this nest, because I’ve found others with unique species in them on this unexplored island.
Posted By Amy On 06.10.2012 @ 6:59 am
When she looked up, she noticed it there, in plain sight: a nest. She watched as the little birds gathered around the incoming mother, crowding her for the food she held. She thought of the little bundle of joy inside of her, and if she too would finally be needed once she had someone to care for. She laughed a little in wonder, then walked away.
Posted By Amy On 06.10.2012 @ 1:12 am
grind
I grind my feet on the pavement and i feel the screech rather than hear it. The others runners footsteps just feet behind me drown out all other noises. I feel accomplished and amazed. Im not a runner but I’ve just one the 100 meter dash. It’s a miracle, I think as the others grind to a stop next to me, seconds later.
Posted By Amy On 06.07.2012 @ 4:10 pm
treaty
when i think about treaty, i think about wars and all the countries that were involved. many countries like france, united kingdom, germany, united states, mexico and even canada and the asian countries. it’s treaties during those times that keep peace.
Posted By Amy On 06.05.2012 @ 6:31 pm
emptying
emptying the trash sucks. we have too much trash in our universe. could it be something we could use someday for fuel? or would it be dirty fuel that would eat away at the ozone layer1000 times fast as traditional fuel?
Posted By amy On 06.05.2012 @ 7:47 am
I emptied out my soul to her, that bitch, and yet she still doesn’t care. I gave her my love, my secrets, I emptied EVERYTHING I ever had meaning or life to cling to and she, she. She emptied out her sack of fucking lies.
Posted By Amy On 06.04.2012 @ 2:44 pm
I go out into the garage and take out the trash. “Ugh, again?” The raccoons had knocked over my recycling, spilling green tea, redbull, and winecoolers everywhere. Glass was shattered, and there was even… blood. Oh god. Oh dear lord no, not a dead raccoon, please Jesus no.
Posted By Amy On 06.04.2012 @ 2:42 pm
convict
Every day, for a living, he unpacked his briefcase and explained to the crowds why they should convict some man his age, with children of his own, who prayed to the same God. And at the end of the day he packed up his papers and caught the 7 o’clock train back to his house and kissed his children on the forehead and muttered a quick prayer as they sat down for dinner while the other man swore there had been a mistake as they sat him down behind bars of metal where he would pray on his knees and wait for dinner
Posted By Amy On 06.01.2012 @ 3:29 pm
reporter
One who takes information and broadcasts it to the word. One who notifies people about pending disasters. One who increases awareness about world issues. A reporter is essential in our world. We must know what is going on. A reporter braves the storm.
Posted By amy On 05.30.2012 @ 7:44 pm
dilemma
I understand what it’s like to be in the middle of a dilemma. I’m in one now. And I’m not sure what it is I should do. About this dilemma. It makes me sad. It confines me. It paralyzed me.
Posted By Amy On 05.28.2012 @ 7:51 pm
I have a dilemma… her name is my mother. She tends to push me to be more that I can be. stretching out every trial… creating every error. I feel the pressure on my shoulders making me want to vomit my own stomach. Oh my mother.
Posted By Amy On 05.28.2012 @ 11:35 am
transform
I like to transform from one place to the next. It makes me feel free. No matter how Hard I try I just keep going. Go. Go. Go. go. go! I like to pretend life is fiction and the world is fake. faker than spray tans and cool people in school.
Posted By Amy On 05.28.2012 @ 11:09 am
stunt
The stunt driver’s car spun out of control. It smashed into the concrete barriers and erupted into flames. The medics and fire crew rushed over and desperately tried to pry the driver out of the car. The car was like a pretzel in the way it was completely twisted and mangled.
Posted By Amy On 05.26.2012 @ 3:06 pm
separate
I don’t like to be in separate places from my family. Especially, my husband. The comfort and love I feel is second to none. I am lonely and sometimes sad when there is a distance between us, both physical and emotional. Thankfully, though I know that through Christ and God’s love we can never truly be separate.
Posted By Amy On 05.03.2012 @ 10:40 am
poster
Poster paint was a wonderful thing, thought Emma, smearing it from one side of the page to the other. In the classic Impressionist style, she had thrown all the colors she had on the page, scattering the rainbow into a million directions.
Posted By Amy On 04.26.2012 @ 3:59 pm
