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why primitive again? this is just annoying and wasting my time……. booooo…. i’m bored so i will keep on typing :P I”M BORED!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?! blah. how do you actually end this thing? wait for 60 second? i’m bored, so i will end this now :D okay its ending byeeee

Posted By Bethany On 05.11.2012 @ 6:27 am

I fight to live, but also to die. If I fight, I live. I also die. I have everything, yet nothing, at once. I know my strength, though not how it might be used—by myself or others, or by myself for others—in any fight. I am a gladiator. I am a slave.

Posted By Bethany On 04.25.2012 @ 4:12 pm

So maybe she won’t listen. Maybe she’d rather spend the rest of the day at pasture, eating grass to her heart’s content. A carrot—better yet, an apple—might entice her to come to you, anyway.

Posted By Bethany On 04.14.2012 @ 8:21 pm

“Ouch!” she shrieked. “He bit me!”

Never mind that he was only a parakeet, and that she wasn’t bleeding. Or even hurt, really. Four-year-olds always exaggerate.

Posted By Bethany On 04.11.2012 @ 10:09 pm

The water gathered so perfectly on the driveway and he just had to…had to…had to jump in and make the biggest splash he possibly could. Sure, the puddle would be gone afterward. But it was worth it.

Posted By Bethany On 04.10.2012 @ 8:21 pm

Elijah soaked the altar and closed his eyes, confident in God’s blazing power.

Posted By Bethany On 04.01.2012 @ 1:21 pm

park fun fast warm friends kids sunny spring summer fall bike mom dad laugh smile childhood silly carefree not inside no more winter

Posted By Bethany On 03.06.2012 @ 5:50 pm

I never want to leave yet I can’t wait to get out of my small town. I never see any of my friends because they live in the other town of my district. Why can’t I live where they do? It would make life so much nicer.

Posted By Bethany On 03.04.2012 @ 5:50 pm

I live in a small town. Just a small town in Iowa where neighbors are best friends and everyone knows everyone. I love it more than anything and I never want to leave. There is a certain comfort that can only be achieved in a small town-sense of security. I will miss this place if I ever leave.

Posted By Bethany On 03.04.2012 @ 5:45 pm

Lift me higher above the trees but don’t get popped like a balloon by the branches. Just keep going up and up

Posted By bethany On 02.25.2012 @ 5:12 pm

He’s destined to come back into my line of vision. Maybe always.

Posted By Bethany On 02.06.2012 @ 5:52 pm

I have plans to visit my friend this Saturday at Starbucks.

Posted By Bethany On 01.25.2012 @ 10:41 am

Ankles twist in elegant straps as feet strut not down a runway but four concrete steps, riddled with cracked memories and the glamour of freedom.

Posted By Bethany On 01.20.2012 @ 11:51 am

I talk about my mistakes because otherwise they become the dead bodies in the trunk. And whether it’s a rental car or a used Toyota Corolla, there’s only so much room in the trunk.

Posted By Bethany On 01.03.2012 @ 7:37 pm

I’m nearing the edge of this bridge. I’ll call it “College.” The bridge was comfortably suspended between two solid realities. I feel like the one at the front. I squeeze my backpack straps until the person behind me gives me a little shove and my toe starts to brush the grass right before I feel this new adventure underfoot –

Posted By Bethany On 12.31.2011 @ 12:14 am

Now, do dragons have a fireplace in their domestic homes? Or are their fireplaces just for the places humans roam?

Posted By Bethany On 12.23.2011 @ 8:19 pm

I have a scar on my left ring finger from when I was hurriedly getting decorations ready for my best friend’s wedding. I’ve just now realized how ironic that is.

Posted By Bethany On 12.18.2011 @ 11:10 pm

Fingers trace swirls in stone-smooth skin, around the eyeshadow mask and down poignant cheeks.

Posted By Bethany On 12.15.2011 @ 8:06 am

A blonde braid catches in the purple-blue oil paint: streaks of color amidst her dirty fibers.

Posted By Bethany On 12.14.2011 @ 7:59 am

Why do some girls want to be one?

Posted By Bethany On 12.12.2011 @ 6:22 pm

He snuck into that one gaping cavern; wedged himself into my chest. I can’t quite tell whether he fills the hole or not. I hope the broken beats don’t slam too hard onto that beautiful, smiling, head.

Posted By Bethany On 12.09.2011 @ 7:37 am

He snuck into that one gaping cavern; wedged himself into my chest. I can’t quite tell whether he fill the hole or not.

Posted By Bethany On 12.09.2011 @ 7:35 am

I am so entitled to Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday happy days. And if it’s not a sunny day, my Sunday is just another day. A lost day. And I don’t realize that it deserves better too.

Posted By Bethany On 12.05.2011 @ 7:30 pm

The sky no longer withdraws. It reaches down so close to the ground that it casts a grey shadow from earth to heaven. Every one of its’ million white kisses are pure. They tell us, “Sleep, rest, and wait.” So we rest under hats and coasts and gloves, and we trust.

Posted By Bethany On 11.29.2011 @ 1:13 pm

When was was 5, I thought I wouldn’t get married. I just wanted horses. Then a horse threw me and I figured boys weren’t all that bad.

Posted By Bethany On 11.24.2011 @ 8:48 pm

He breathes his last meal of air, and every bite is desperation. His hand slips on the match oncetwicethreetimes. It lights and hisses up. He doesn’t jump at the noise. The glow ignites his pupilled eyes with hope that fizzles with the last sparks.

Posted By Bethany On 11.19.2011 @ 12:30 pm

spider solitaire is a fun game, and im really good at it some time but sometimes i lose. i play it on my ipod and on my computer. solitaire means something else to but idk what. i passed my permit test, and i’m done writing now.

Posted By bethany On 11.18.2011 @ 6:24 am

left.right.left right left. I’m left handed, and I left my house this morning, and you can be a left-winged extremist. Left is right, right is wrong.

Posted By bethany On 11.16.2011 @ 6:41 am

You come all color and excitement and you give me chills. Your kisses taste like hot chocolate and fireplaces. You wrap me in scarves and blankets and wooly socks. You are lovely.

Posted By Bethany On 11.07.2011 @ 11:11 pm

fall. crunchy leaves. summer gone. winter approaching. rain. sunshine. crisp air. longing for Indiana. love. the season between spells of depression. hope. a new beginning. an old ending. sunsets. late nights. more sleep. early mornings.

Posted By Bethany On 11.07.2011 @ 4:24 pm