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The moon looms over them, an unwanted guardian, just like the petals on the dying trees, and the lashes on the false human. They are there when they should not be, artificial and fake every other variation of the form. The skeletal branches shake, and you shiver as the moon swallows the sky.

Posted By Annie On 05.10.2013 @ 4:24 pm

I don’t know what this word means, it sounds like ensure so ill go with that. I ensure you of things. I think that’s what it means/ ensure is also a drink for old people I can’t think of anything else.

Posted By Annie On 05.01.2013 @ 3:13 pm

High greyish cliffs were exposed all over the shore of irish Moher. Light blue waves were hitting the rocky edges with intense power and constant roaring. Shepherd entered the part of the beach that was normelly closed for ordinary visitors

Posted By Annie On 04.20.2013 @ 6:52 am

There was a smudge across the painting. A pissed off FBI agent stood in the brightly lit gallery, gazing at the giant painting hanging on the blank wall. It was a perfect copy, hanging in the original’s place. Perfect, that is, except for the giant, multicolored smudge dragged across the canvas. Peter could almost hear Neil laughing.

Posted By annie On 04.02.2013 @ 8:55 pm

The medal dangled from my neck, shining in the thousands of stage lights trained on the platform. The stadium echoed with the clapping and shouts of millions of attendees.

Posted By annie On 03.28.2013 @ 10:43 pm

The stalks swished against my fingers as I trailed them through the field. It was almost time to harvest. Too bad we wouldn’t have time to bring in one of our biggest crops. I suppose it didn’t matter at this point, what with the market destroyed, along with almost everything else. But here, in the endless sea of gold, it was hard to believe all the cities to the east and west were gone. Here, everything was normal. Here, under the white sun and still-blue sky, everything was safe.

Posted By annie On 03.29.2013 @ 7:04 pm

I never told my stories anymore. I left that to whoever was left after I was done. They are tales best told by others; they wouldn’t be believed coming from me.

Posted By annie On 03.11.2013 @ 10:45 pm

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Posted By Annie On 03.06.2013 @ 11:27 am

It was a pain that felt as if she were bleeding from every vessel in her body. like knifes had slashed her and everything was pouring out. she’d never felt this way before. she was queen bee she didnt care what people thought of what she did. But now he’d killed himself because of it, and she felt the pain.

Posted By Annie On 02.26.2013 @ 2:05 pm

I grasped what you are trying to say.

Posted By Annie On 02.19.2013 @ 1:31 pm

The image was confusing so I was not able to grasp the idea that the artist was trying to imply.

Posted By Annie On 02.19.2013 @ 12:56 pm

the boy graspe the idea of developing a motorized scooter for his project.

Posted By Annie On 02.19.2013 @ 12:47 pm

She willed the cup to come to her from where it rest on the table across the room. Tried and tried until her eyes strained and her head hurt. Resigned, she got up, walked over to the thing, and picked it up. Maybe next time.

Posted By Annie On 02.15.2013 @ 3:47 pm

The ground flew beneath me, dirt, rocks, sticks, and leaves, all flying by in a blur as I flew along the path. Bishop ran in front of me, his tail disappearing around a corner before I caught sight of him again as I rounded the curve, pushing up another hill. My heart pounded, sweat dripped down my back, my breath came in gasps. This is what I loved about the nature trail, what I lived for. On pavement, it was easy. Flat. Uninteresting. But in nature, life moved around you. With you. In. A challenge. To lift yourself out of life and go back to your roots in the rushing of the stream, of the smell of the dirt. A challenge I gladly accepted.

Posted By Annie On 02.13.2013 @ 5:41 pm

Chopchopchop. Prices in half. Prices in quarters. Paycheck doubled tripled sold. To the highest item. We sell things so people can buy things so we can buy things from people who sell things.

Posted By Annie On 02.07.2013 @ 1:29 pm

Well that’s just swell. There was no way I was getting out of the snow that night. I’d neglected the chains and now I was stuck on the mountain. And I could hear the wolves. Just swell.

Posted By annie On 01.30.2013 @ 9:56 pm

“You have a visitor.” My groggy mind struggled to comprehend this unlikely event through it’s cocktail of painkillers. A visitor? Who? Who in the world?

Posted By annie On 01.28.2013 @ 7:51 pm

“Speak!” I ordered. He stood there with his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide as the moon overhead. Where was the rest of his unit? I feared the worst as I looked into his haunted eyes. “All dead,” he whispered. “Ambush. There were so many…” They’d left no one alive to tell the tale besides this catatonic young man who couldn’t be more than nineteen.

Posted By annie On 01.26.2013 @ 4:47 pm

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Posted By Annie On 01.25.2013 @ 7:46 pm

I think that I should always be thinking about whats ahead of me but honestly I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing. People always talk about the future like you are supposed to have some master plan. Well my plan in high school was to be pre med and you know what when I got to college I didn’t plan ahead and now I work in retail and it sucks.

Posted By Annie On 01.25.2013 @ 7:41 pm

It had been my responsibility. Well, they should have known better than to trust me with the ring for crying out loud. I stood at the sink, my tux sleeves shoved up to my elbows, trying to work my hand down the drain. Why was her finger, and so, the ring, so small?

Posted By annie On 01.24.2013 @ 12:19 pm

It had to be real. There wasn’t an alternative. I stood at the station looking at the small ring, more of a promise ring realyl. But that wasn’t the point. I thought of what my mother said, what everyone else said. I’d been so sure they were wrong. Completely wrong about what he said, what he was thinking. Because I knew what he was thinking. He loved me and it was real. I told this to myself as I stood all day alone at the station, waiting. It had been real. It had to be.

Posted By annie On 01.22.2013 @ 6:05 pm

There was a sharp knock on the door. It was the only warning I had before the door was blown off it’s hinges. They weren’t messing around this time. Now I had nowhere to run, unlike the first visit.

Posted By annie On 01.21.2013 @ 11:06 pm

The sound of the waves has always relaxed her, soothed her. It reminds her of the sunny north carolina town on the water where she grew up. And now, even as she sits on the beach half way across the world in Australia, she stills feels like she’s at home.

Posted By Annie On 01.18.2013 @ 11:35 am

She sweeps the room carefully. She needs to get every speck of dust so he won’t force her to do it again. Her story is a cinderella kind of story. Poor girl who sweeps all day. The thing is though, her husband is no prince charming.

Posted By Annie On 01.16.2013 @ 12:52 pm

He wishes his internal compass could point north. That he could be one of those guys who’s a straight shooter. A good guy all around. But for some reason the compass is always pointing more so North-west. He just hasn’t quite gotten there yet.

Posted By Annie On 01.13.2013 @ 8:43 am

weeping and mouring, the tears streak down my cheeks. such an agony, a weight that seems to knock the air out of my chest, and i can barely think. must get up, must keep going, must carry on, even if it’s only for another day.

Posted By Annie On 01.11.2013 @ 11:56 am

He wasn’t one of those sleezy politicians you hear about in the news. the kind that cheat on their wives at the tip of the hat. He was a genuinly good guy, he wanted to be in office to help the town

Posted By Annie On 01.09.2013 @ 1:16 pm

the word slips easily from i mouth. yes, i know. yes, it’s be forever. but they’re all lies, lies, lies. and it hurts to know that i do this. you trust me, but i don’t trust myself. i whisper, i promise. and hope i can keep you mine

Posted By Annie On 01.09.2013 @ 12:02 am

His clothing had a musty smell to it, no matter how freshly washed it was. It lingered after he was already long gone, leaving me clinging to the bed sheets and pressing my nose into the fabric furniture, desperate to catch one last wisp of him before he disappeared completely from the space.

Posted By Annie On 01.07.2013 @ 3:34 pm