Entries By Becca
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altar
i stand at the altar. waiting for you to arrive. we promised eachother a forever and always, well here i am, standing here, waiting for you to come and marry me waiting for you to pronounce your love to me in front of the world. i wish you could come back to me, maybe someday i will get to see you again, waiting for me at the altar
Posted By Becca On 12.25.2010 @ 10:31 am
alter
an alter can be used for many things. i use an alter to hold my sacred ojects according to wiccan buddihsm and other religions.
Posted By becca On 12.24.2010 @ 8:42 am
immense
I felt immense pain, and I screamed in horror. I was going to die. The knife jabbed into my side was throbbing. The blood was pooling on the floor and I was staring at my mother with eyes wide as a golfball.
Posted By Becca On 12.10.2010 @ 1:42 pm
teeth
teeth are jagged and crooked and snarled on monsters. they are sharp, perfect for ripping at children’s flesh. they are discolored because monters do not use toothpaste, and many could not even hold a toothbrush.
Posted By becca On 12.06.2010 @ 6:49 pm
bunny
I don’t quite get them, you know? Do they fall in love? and if so, how could they have so many babies. Perhaps monogamy isn’t the way to go. They don’t even talk, dont others think it’s rude that they just start having sex with them? How is it consetual?
Posted By Becca On 12.02.2010 @ 11:29 pm
affection
Disappointment is inevitable. Failure is inevitable. Wanting to give up and losing all my faith; I know this will happen countless times. Your smile will get me through.
Posted By Becca On 11.26.2010 @ 3:32 pm
railroad
I see my past and present and future. I see of things that make me happy, sad, and angry. I see a long journey ahead and yet also one behind. I see things left undone and unsaid. I something that seems to never end. Ever.
Posted By Becca On 11.23.2010 @ 7:37 pm
flakes
some times i find flakes in my hair. it means that i dont wash it enough. its actually kind of gross when i kind them on my clothes or in my bed. not many people have this problem but a few people do, like myself. its not my fault that water is too much money and i work at mcdonalds.
Posted By becca On 11.22.2010 @ 9:13 pm
materials
I had the right materials to make the poster, but that didn’t mean I wanted to. I had tried making up excuses for why I couldn’t make one…. but my teacher always had a solution.
Posted By Becca On 11.12.2010 @ 6:12 pm
average
average, what is this word, it is horrible i think. no one is average and no one should be average. In fact, what is told to be average is wrong,a dn weird is the normal. Average does not mean size or personality or income. you are not just a statistic. Average is being yourself.
Posted By Becca On 11.09.2010 @ 7:21 pm
lousy
My lousy sister won’t do anything for me! If I ask her to just make me a sandwich, poor me a drink, or even empty the dishwasher ’cause I’m busy, she ignores me!
Posted By Becca On 11.09.2010 @ 9:51 am
radar
The small screen blinked green, an even smaller dot moving slowly around the edge. The green lines spanning out wavered for a second on the radar, the monitors all froze for a moment, and then flickered back to life. Only this time, the dots were multiplied one-hundred fold. The security officer gave a sharp cry of surprise and fumbled for his radio. Pressing the button, he held the object up to his mouth, “We have a code-” It was at that moment that he made a strange gurgling noise, like something wet was building up quickly in the back of his throat. For a moment, the receiver of the message was silent, until the officer, his eyes huge and pupils dilated, staring at the screen in shock, made another choking sound and slumped forward. The radio wobbled from his fingertips and thumped loudly and satisfyingly to the floor. The receiving officer began yelling down the line. It was then that the woman stood from her crouched position in the shadowed doorway to survey her work and crush the radio beneath a flat-footed, soft leather boot. “Sleep well,” she hissed in the dead officer’s air, yanking a small knife from the back of his throat.
Posted By Becca On 11.06.2010 @ 4:58 pm
weeks
She waited. She waited weeks and weeks and weeks. What was she waiting for? No one in the village could figure it out. But every morning there she was, looking out the window. Waiting. Will she ever get what she’s waiting for? Who knows. But she is stupid enough to keep waiting. Until weeks because month. Until months become years
Posted By Becca On 10.24.2010 @ 3:49 pm
panel
I stood there waiting for my score. I had just put on the best routine of my life, but who knows it if it was enough. My entire life came down to this moment. The panel of judges in front of me determined my future, and as if that wasn’t enough, the looks on their faces were emotionless. Then, there is was. 9. 10. 9. 9. 10. I’m going to the finals.
Posted By Becca On 10.24.2010 @ 8:01 am
Look! Look up there! The windows! They have these glass squares in them. What on earth do you call those things again? I can’t seem to remember. Will SOMEONE please jog my memory? Oh gosh what are they called…oh yes now I remember, they are glass panels.
Posted By Becca On 10.23.2010 @ 8:52 pm
whiskers
She walked against the wall slowly and hesitantly. She sensed it was there, although she could not see it. One side of her face, her long, white, wispy whiskers, brushed against the wall gently. Although she was blind, this is how she made her way.
Posted By Becca On 10.22.2010 @ 6:33 am
She slowly walked toward the wall. She was blind but she knew there was a wall there. How? By the stringy little whiskers flowing off her face. They brushed against the wall on the left side of her face.
Posted By Becca On 10.22.2010 @ 6:23 am
seat
Sitting on a seat takes a load of your feet. Pregnant women make good use of seats some might give up their seats for them. seats give you a chance to stop thinking abotu walking and start thinking and let you relax and
Posted By Becca On 10.17.2010 @ 2:50 pm
seat. I spend most of my day sitting. Sitting in my bed, sitting at my desk, sitting in a classroom, sitting as a drive my car.
Posted By Becca On 10.17.2010 @ 1:58 pm
She took the seat closest to the door, for easy access. She didn’t want to be here, and she was going to be the first to leave. But then, she noticed the boy next to her; the one with the blue eyes and the bright red jacket. Maybe, just maybe, this really WAS the best seat.
Posted By Becca On 10.17.2010 @ 12:17 pm
bear
i like bear do you like bears one day i was in the woods and i saw a bear it was a nice bear with brown fur and a little tail i wish that bear could have been my friend it would go places with me like to the dentist and to the store and i would love that bear and name it george.
Posted By becca On 10.14.2010 @ 4:27 pm
flannel
they are sometimes plaid and i don’t like plaid. they are warm. i think of amanda and the adirondacs, but i’ve never been to the adirondacs. I miss her family. her dog just died. they got a new one that looks just like it. she hasn’t met it yet.
Posted By becca On 10.12.2010 @ 3:28 pm
hats
Because of my fashion choice, my foot high mohawk, I cannot wear hats. Which is perfectly okay with me because according to everyone I know, chicks with mohawks are badass. Not to mention I’m sure it’s the reason I got my job at the comic book store. Awesome. Hats are bullshit, I don’t need you hats. Eff you. You suck hats.
Posted By Becca On 09.10.2010 @ 9:15 am
trees
The trees which sprouted from the earth were almost impossibly ancient, their tall forms masking the gardens they encircled. They sported long branches, seeping outward like dangling, useless arms. Their leaves fell in long wisps, overshadowing the trunk. They were ancient, boring things.
Posted By Becca On 09.01.2010 @ 12:36 am
indistinct
The art of writing is indistinct. Throughout the years of history many cultures & people have written the story of their lives. The love & passion with carry one.
Posted By Becca On 08.28.2010 @ 7:54 pm
mist
in the dark mist the monster came out from the abyss and called to the night “where is my love” he couldnt find anyone out there, he looked deep inside and still couldnt muster much of any feelings. he cried and cried.
Posted By becca On 08.24.2010 @ 9:24 pm
liar
Dorothy told the biggest liar to Steffan. This deeming a complete liar. Her green eyes blazed in the sun as she spoke to him.
Posted By Becca On 06.27.2010 @ 5:48 pm
beach
if I could tell you how I used to dig through the hot sand, searching for buried treasure with my sisters, I would tell you that I wish I could turn back time instead of telling you. The beach is a safe haven, between worlds
Posted By Becca On 06.25.2010 @ 1:20 am
leap
i lept off of the bridge… i thought it would solve all of my problems. but later during the fall i began to regret it, and looked back on the life i thought i had lived, only to realize that i hadn’t lived at all.
Posted By becca On 06.17.2010 @ 7:09 pm
