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she sang him a lullaby as he laid down to sleep. it was not a song for a child, but one of love and longing. to never let him go. and she kept singing, until he knew she would always be there.

Posted By brittany On 05.19.2013 @ 6:09 pm

Leather and jean that’s made to look beat up but was probably custom made by a clean, lean French man. Maybe they’ve got the soul though, somewhere, tucked into a safety pin pocket.

Posted By Brittany On 05.15.2013 @ 5:47 pm

old lady young lady pretty and alone. she is poor, but content. a good mother. goes to church.

Posted By brittany On 05.10.2013 @ 4:18 pm

We’ve all got stories. Some are more interesting than others, but I guess that really depends on the reader. Sharing stories can help people understand you better, but sometimes it’s just too scary to share.

Posted By Brittany On 05.06.2013 @ 10:34 pm

Some people write stories just because. Other people actually have a story to tell. We all actually have stories to tell, but some are too difficult to share with others.

Posted By Brittany On 05.06.2013 @ 8:37 pm

Dissolve solutes and soluables, right? Science class was always so difficult. Chemistry had to be the worst. I never knew how much would actually dissolve. I hated putting too much- it was just so messy.

Posted By Brittany On 05.02.2013 @ 2:17 pm

You disolve into the visible world. No questions, no resistance. You follow the rules set before you because that is all you are shown. You think nothing of the possibilities beyond the mundane. Think. Think for yourself. Of all the things you could do in this world, most choose to do the easiest. the least. the most profitable. Not for love of the act its self, but of the profit it can generate. What about the dreamers, the believers, the thrill- seekers? These are who we should aspire after as a society. Not the greedy, power-hungry. But this can never be, we are sheep. This society only knows to follow, not to lead, think, or question. How can we inspire ourselves? How do we wake up from this fog of destitution?

Posted By Brittany On 05.02.2013 @ 8:39 am

The chase ensued, winding through alleyways and streets. The nimble child dodged and evaded the grabbing hands of adults as he ran with his snatched fruit. Tonight, they would eat.

Posted By Brittany On 04.30.2013 @ 6:34 pm

Perched at the edge, looking onto the distant valley that I had loved. The cliffs that surrounded me were not high enough to view every piece. Instead, they only offered a sad glance of what once was.

Posted By Brittany On 04.19.2013 @ 3:51 pm

We are creatures of habit. We can’t afford to love. That’s what he told me as a single tear rolled down my cheek and I stepped back into the shadows, where our kind belonged. His light was too bring for my darkness.

Posted By Brittany On 04.17.2013 @ 10:55 pm

A cloud of flour exploded from the mixer he turned it on. I watched from the door amused, as he quickly attempted to turn it off, only succeeding in speeding it up.

Posted By Brittany On 04.06.2013 @ 12:05 pm

The bagel had only made it halfway to his mouth, which was now hanging open in an almost comical shape. The entire picture would have been completely hilarious if I hadn’t just told him I was pregnant.

Posted By Brittany On 04.03.2013 @ 10:31 pm

the smudge on his nose was the most irksome thing about him. He seemed to completely ignore it, almost as if it wasn’t there. Which it was of course. And that was the one part he refused to fix.

Posted By Brittany On 04.02.2013 @ 2:57 pm

And it just hit me. He was like a plague, I’d been swept away and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling like everyone always depicted for me. You can’t escape. There’s no exodus. You just suffer through it fantasizing about the opposite end of the spectrum.

Posted By Brittany On 03.30.2013 @ 8:47 pm

A tornado of papers and school supplies seemed to form as you threw everything off of my desk in a fit of anger. All you could see was the color red and I was scared. Scared that you would turn your anger on something else.

Posted By Brittany On 03.27.2013 @ 9:26 pm

destiny is such a tricky thing to predict. It changes and shifts around with the actions of the present. Your destiny can be anything. And you can be destined for anything.

Posted By Brittany On 03.26.2013 @ 8:36 pm

Listening to music, but only following the words that run in circles through my head over and over. I’m glad for the time that we get, he said. What exactly does that mean for us, here and now? I’m so lost.

Posted By Brittany On 03.24.2013 @ 2:52 pm

Beware the liars with their smiles of gold. Beware those who use you and leave you behind to cry. Beware those who tell you they love you. Because caution can save your heart and soul.

Posted By Brittany On 03.21.2013 @ 4:33 pm

of anyone with drugs available. with anyone who is miserable. misery loves company, they all say. And that is just the truth. Beware of me. beware of you. Unfortunate incidences always involve drugs. unfortunate incidences end up with someone telling us to “beware.” but we never listen. beware of me. beware of you.

Posted By Brittany On 03.20.2013 @ 8:46 pm

The pained expression on her face as he told her the truth was enough to rip his heart out. That is, if he had actually had one. As it was, he felt something akin to remorse, but less. Almost how one might picture remorse having never felt it.

Posted By Brittany On 03.19.2013 @ 2:25 pm

The truth is fluid. it shifts and melts and refolds itself around the situations and the memories. No one knows what the truth really is. And no one ever will. The truth is a lie. and all lies have some truth within them.

Posted By Brittany On 03.18.2013 @ 5:45 pm

Will searched for the truth often. It was something that he found to be incredible elusive, as he was as far from the personification of the truth as one could get…or was he? Behind his mask was someone who, although seemed the epitome of drama and flare, was actually very unsure of himself. He hid behind his facade like it was a lie.

Posted By Brittany On 03.18.2013 @ 11:40 am

Covert is not a word I would use to describe my personality, but it is one in which I would use to describe my love life.

Posted By Brittany On 03.17.2013 @ 12:42 am

its an operation in which i cant not tell anyone my real purpose i must pretend. i must never let anyone know the horror i hold in my heart. i must cover it all up and pretend i am ok. i must be like an agent in a spy company. i must never show my real feelings again. it will be better for everyone.

Posted By Brittany On 03.16.2013 @ 2:45 pm

The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report. His coffee, which had been left unattended, cold upon the desk. The serial killer was back.

Posted By Brittany On 03.12.2013 @ 2:58 pm

The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report on his desk. The coffee that he had picked up over an hour ago was cold, as he had managed to completely forget about it for the second time that day. Nothing could distract him like the stories of the newly discovered serial killer in the west.

Posted By Brittany On 03.12.2013 @ 2:40 pm

the criminal justice system sentences people to crimes that they commit. they go to jail or prison depending on their sentence. their time they have to serve is dependent on the crime they committed.

Posted By Brittany On 03.01.2013 @ 7:23 am

She stood the train stop, waiting for the man who was supposed to bring her the package. Little did she know, as she sat there nervously patting down her floral dress, that the man was fighting a band of bad guys for his life and the suitcase.

Posted By Brittany On 02.22.2013 @ 12:20 pm

I grasped at the chance to tell him one last thing, the thing that might change everything between us for better or worse.

Posted By Brittany On 02.20.2013 @ 7:53 am

swell, its an old word. it reminds my of my grand parents and olden days and how I wish I had grown up in that era, it looks so nice and new and exciting. like in the 50s or 60s. I wish I could have been born then. who wouldn’t want to?

Posted By brittany On 01.30.2013 @ 4:57 pm