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She’s never actually visited Manhattan, not physically. But she’s been there, transported by the words on a page. She’s seen the gleaming towers, the crowds of people, heard the shouting and honking that filled the air.

Posted By Bianca On 05.16.2013 @ 3:32 pm

He shoves his shoulder against the door as he twists the knob, trying to push it open. It takes a moment, but finally it slowly swings inward a few with a rusty screech of protest. he squeezes through the crack, and finds himself in a dark room

Posted By Bianca On 05.15.2013 @ 3:29 pm

He finished his fifth–or was it sixth? He’s lost count by now–bottle of beer and set it down on the table in front of him, careful to keep it to the side, out of the way of the sight of his Apollo.

Posted By Bianca On 05.07.2013 @ 2:55 pm

Bagels. They’re actually not that great. Everyone’s always saying “Oh, I need to go, what should I eat because I actually need some nutrition? Oh! A Bagel!” it’s so plain, even with the cream cheese or anything else. It’s a lame donut, that’s what it truly is. I don’t understand the whole hype, you can even buy it by the dozens for goodness sakes. Death to the bagel! Viva La Donut!

Posted By Bianca On 04.03.2013 @ 4:21 pm

The director of that movie was incredibly attractive. He, or she, was the beauty itself.

I never actually got whether she loved me, or I loved him.

Posted By Bianca On 03.13.2013 @ 8:14 am

direction. a place to go. home. relationships . maybe love. signs. moving. area.

Posted By Bianca On 03.06.2013 @ 8:32 pm

To instill. Instill a conscience into someone who does not have it. She never will, after all.

Actin in vain. Active in vain.

Like a bee, that works all day, all life to instill life into flowers.

Posted By Bianca On 03.03.2013 @ 8:27 am

Sentenced. It comes from “Sententia”, Latin. Evicted, doomed.

Failure, a complete, total failure.

Or maybe just a solid opinion, judgement. Wisdom.

Posted By Bianca On 02.28.2013 @ 2:17 pm

Sound is the world, its everything you hear from the beach waves to the music of everyday life. Its hearing that birth of a baby cry and you realize you’ve made life to listening to that song as you run a mile and feel accomplished. Its literally everything, because today we’ve grown so used to hearing each other that we don’t realize how important it is.

Posted By Bianca On 01.18.2013 @ 10:02 pm

And as I gazed into the fire, burning green and blue with the ocean driftwood, I found myself thinking more and more about him and less about the other problems in my life. I don’t understand why I started staring into the fire or why it was him that i thought about, but at that moment I knew I loved him. I understood what it felt like to love someone so much that you just forget about all your problems just because that person fills all those voids left by the problems.

Posted By Bianca On 12.26.2012 @ 7:12 am

It was a typical Florida July afternoon. The sidewalk was hot enough to cook on and all but the hardiest residents hid in cool, air-conditioned houses and stores.

Posted By Bianca On 12.08.2012 @ 11:09 am

up and down on this roller coaster it will stop it will go shoot out from under you and suddenly your in the stars and in his hair anywhere you want to be there you are behind eyes of gold lie ornate souls

Posted By Bianca On 11.30.2012 @ 12:00 am

She knew the library by heart from years of wandering through its dusty shelves. She she runs her fingers along the spines, slowing down at the faded titles of her oldest friends: Lewis and Tolkien, Dickens and Dumas

Posted By Bianca On 11.25.2012 @ 8:26 am

He climbed up the steps, books clutched protectively against his chest, tight enough that the sharp edges of the corners dug into his ribs. But he didn’t dare loosen his grip, not after the last time, when someone managed to snatch his sketchbook away and started to flip through the pages. His cheeks heated up in a blush just thinking about the incident, as he pushed the library’s double doors open. Part of him didn’t want to come within a thousand feet

Posted By Bianca On 11.01.2012 @ 2:39 pm

Despite. It’s kinda like another work for “but” in a way. If you really think about it. It rhymes with bite,

Posted By Bianca On 09.18.2012 @ 12:42 pm

The stillness of the air was smothering. He wanted to yell, to scream, to break the icy silence that had fallen between them. Around them, everyone went on with their lives, unaware of the heartbreak, the tragedy in their midst.

Posted By Bianca On 09.06.2012 @ 1:46 pm

Whether or not they believed her didn’t matter. She knew what she saw. And if she had to go back to prove it, then so be it.

Which is how she ended up stumbling through a forest, looking for a talking white rabbit when she tripped and managed to fall headfirst down a rabbit hole.

Posted By Bianca On 09.05.2012 @ 2:11 pm

A miracle. Isn’t that what a child is? A ‘miracle of life’? Something to cherish, to celebrate? Not something to scorn, to look away in the corner in shame. The again, what miracle kills its creator?

Posted By Bianca On 09.04.2012 @ 5:55 pm

Why should I refuse to do such a simple task? It’s just going to sleep. But, it’s not my fault my mind stops me from going and nodding off into a dreamy world. I don’t refuse to do it; I’d love to go to sleep as soon as I hit my head on the pillow. But it just doesn’t work that way. It really doesn’t.

Posted By Bianca On 08.27.2012 @ 11:51 pm

I refuse to write any more than this sentence.

Posted By Bianca On 08.27.2012 @ 4:03 pm

The chain led from the cracked wall to the soft leather coler wrapped around his neck, just tight enough to make if hard to breathe, to have spots of light floating in his vision if he tried to move too suddenly.

Posted By Bianca On 08.26.2012 @ 8:16 am

She held the bottle up to her face, ready to drink the blood that was filled to the top of it. she nastily drank the bottle and couldn’t help but to spit it out. She was definitely not a vampire! She couldn’t drink this horrid thing! It was so nasty she almost threw it up.

Posted By bianca On 07.24.2012 @ 1:40 pm

A person sought out to bring peace to the kingdom of the little people. Often dressed in yellow, they resemble shiny mankeys. men in black muda foocker

Posted By Bianca On 07.11.2012 @ 5:39 pm

A person who gives advice to people who seek it when in need of help or guidance. Black suit. Fudge yeah!

Posted By Bianca On 07.11.2012 @ 5:35 pm

this reminds me of a professional. and a black suit.

Posted By Bianca On 07.11.2012 @ 5:28 pm

The large turbines looked ominous in the background. It was getting dark and the wind turbines were all that could be seen at a distance. There was no where for cover. There was no were to run. And with the sunset…there would be zombies.

Posted By Bianca On 07.09.2012 @ 10:26 pm

i got the chills when i saw her standing there behind the tree it creeped me out the way she looked at me with those blood thirsty eyes . she had nothing but a white dress on . she looked pale like she had had the blood drained out of her and now she wanted more

Posted By bianca On 06.30.2012 @ 11:26 am

on a cold winter day, a soup can warm you up. it can fill you with a warm, fuzzy feeling, one that can make you smile. soups are delicious and now i feel like having one. yum yum yum. souuuup.

Posted By Bianca On 06.26.2012 @ 12:44 am

seeds are needed for life. they are the beginning of a new chapter. by planting a seed you are creating a new life form, whether it be a plant, or a child. seeds are amazing. :)

Posted By Bianca On 06.25.2012 @ 6:09 am

She was keen to see her mother after her flight from argentina. She loved her mother very much, because, I think she was very much liker her. Brown hair, brown eyes, smile, and appreciated life for life and everything for everything.

Posted By Bianca On 06.18.2012 @ 7:06 pm