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This is the worst word ever to write about. Bucket? Really? Okay, what about a bucket list? I have one of those. I think everyone should. Go jump out of an airplane before you die.

Posted By Brittany On 07.08.2012 @ 10:35 pm

There was a bucket a boy had. He filled it with water. This was the 1930s so he had to go to his well on his farm and get some water for the cows. His parents were no where to be seen, and this boy though very lonely had his cows to keep him company. A

Posted By Brittany On 07.08.2012 @ 5:19 pm

Something that explains everything and yet leaves many people with answers.

Posted By Brittany On 07.06.2012 @ 9:39 am

The lines join together. Making shapes, pictures, configurations. A world lays under my pencil. A world waiting to be shown. Who am I to deny that?

Posted By Brittany On 06.27.2012 @ 4:18 pm

Pits are really smelly especially if they are old people pits. Also you could be talking about Brad Pitt, eventhough that’s spelled different. He’s hot though. Also you could be talking about taking pity on someone in which I don’t take pity on people like bums, my sister and my mother.

Posted By Brittany On 06.19.2012 @ 11:43 am

I had a keen eye for mistakes. Mostly in clothing, but my skills were not so limited. I had a keen eye for spotting missing onions from my food at Outback. I was even fiercer when it came to finding parking spaces.

Posted By Brittany On 06.18.2012 @ 10:26 pm

cathedral. It’s a big church. Really all i can think about right now. I mean, come on, how else ya’ going to describe it? It’s got all the fancy stained glass and crap, but we use it for the same thing as a church!

Posted By Brittany On 06.14.2012 @ 4:05 pm

The noise was loud. Annoying. It made her jump when it first started, a mildly irritating thing that she figured would either stop soon or she would be able to tune out. That had been two hours ago though and the racket was still going on.

Posted By Brittany On 06.10.2012 @ 9:58 pm

Birds softly sing from the top of the tree. The little girl looked up at them, smiling. “One day,” she thought, “I’ll be free, too. ” She then began to sing quietly, in tune with the birds… “One day…”

Posted By Brittany On 06.09.2012 @ 10:16 pm

My soul is emptying itself of you. You could call it purifying, but then again, you could be easy to rid myself of. It takes a real woman to understand the pain you’ve caused me, that you never even gave much thought to yourself. And I fully recognize how it takes a mature soul to purify, for your essence is so strong within me, I can’t breathe without the chemical of you in the air. It’s a drug, it’s a virus that I can’t rid myself of.

Posted By Brittany On 06.04.2012 @ 5:54 pm

The reporter stood at the edge of the room, trying to blend in with the surroundings. He was observing the first ceremony held in the and since the iron dictator was overthrown. these people were serious about this stuff nd he was lucky to be there. It was the ceremony of adulthood, the young boy, becoming a man, stood before an elder. The boy bowed to the elder, who bowed back. The elder then picked up the bowl and broke it over the boy’s head. It was a fragile bowl, it broke quite easily. The contents of the bowl spilled of the nearly-naked boy. It was red and thick. It was blood. It was symbolic, I’m sure. But it was strange to me. However, the boy had the biggest smile on his face, blood all over. He was an adult.

Posted By Brittany On 05.30.2012 @ 2:40 pm

A tug to change. Stuck in the same. Dying for it to be different. But doing nothing about it. Dilemma.

Posted By Brittany On 05.28.2012 @ 8:28 pm

I will transform my life to do better, not only for me but everyone around me. I want to be a better me. I want to change the world even if it’s only one step at a time. I know I can do it. I’d like to transform the lives of others who need it too. But I have to start with myself first before I can do that.

Posted By brittany On 05.28.2012 @ 6:26 am

to become something new, life experience does this too you , part of growing up “the man that is same at 50 as he was at 20 has wasted thirty years of his life” it means that you have taken what you have been given and found out how to turn out to be how you want to be to grow your personality and become real. The most real version of yourself.

Posted By brittany On 05.27.2012 @ 6:42 pm

Beautiful is a beautiful. People are beautiful people. we are in beautiful world. I hope you feel better when you are practice on your writing skill.

Posted By Brittany On 05.08.2012 @ 4:03 pm

I need an alibi. An alibi for where I was when I fell for you. Because I didn’t fall as myself. I fell stupidly as someone else. I look back and I can’t explain who I was the past two years. Yet, the alibi for my confident, independent soul will remain elusive. But she survived nonetheless.

Posted By Brittany On 04.29.2012 @ 12:51 pm

As the snow fell around us, my lips chapped and I looked down to my scuffed, snow laden boots. He tipped my head up and our lips met, softly, the heat warming us from within.

Posted By Brittany On 04.25.2012 @ 8:05 am

Shivering slightly, she looked around her, trying to find the source of the mysterious cold air blowing in the room. Looking under the couch, she found none other than her neighbor’s dagger, dripping in blood. Gasping, she fell backwards, crawling away from the gruesome thing that caused her husband’s death.

Posted By Brittany On 04.20.2012 @ 8:20 am

I stared at his face, memorizing the curves of his nose and the dip of his cheekbone. His lips were a wonderful thing to behold and he smiled softly in his sleep. My heart ached; how I longed to actually be with him. How I wanted to be in his arms. Soon, I thought to myself, soon. And with that, I drifted off to sleep.

Posted By Brittany On 04.09.2012 @ 5:04 am

There a million little dancers around me. They sing and float around me, tickling my cheeks and rusting through my hair. They cause the air around me move about and they feel like good luck charms on a bracelet.

Posted By Brittany On 03.31.2012 @ 9:30 pm

catch her.

catcher!

catcher in the rye!

I used to love holden caufield? …is that his name?…

I WANNA BE THE CATCHER IN THE RYE!!!!!!!

Posted By brittany On 03.27.2012 @ 6:30 pm

The sky. The moon. The stars. Everything beautiful in life can be described by this. Ocean waves crashing onto each other, onto the shore. The breeze on your face with your eyes closed while looking into the warmth of the sun. Friendship and family. Family that are your friends. Love. Exquisite.

Posted By Brittany On 03.24.2012 @ 2:15 pm

its the thing that an elephant eats with, he really likes peanuts, because he’s an elephant and thats like candy for those giant mother fuckers. they live at the circus, they know nothing else. elephants in the wild don’t eat peanuts but i don’t know what they do eat. i never learned much about elephants. but i like the circus.

Posted By brittany On 03.22.2012 @ 12:07 pm

she needs to be fixed. the game is usually fixed. how can it be fixed. i feel like maybe it cannot be fixed. but thats all it really wants to be you know. fixed it up. made it better.

Posted By Brittany On 03.21.2012 @ 11:54 pm

Every time I eat at a restaurant I always wonder what rating it has. I wonder if it’s a two star or three star and sometimes when I eat somewhere especially nice I wonder, ‘could I be eating at a four star restaurant right now?’

Posted By brittany On 03.20.2012 @ 7:57 pm

An eternal flame that lives in me. The best survival tool. Indiana Jones’ fave thing. Hot. Flame. Lovely. Good murder weapon.

Posted By Brittany On 03.19.2012 @ 8:33 am

The students were outraged that the assistant choir director position was being eliminated from the school district. It was up to them to write a petition to save their teacher and their music program. This was just the beginning. Where would they stop? Relentless.

Posted By Brittany On 03.13.2012 @ 7:49 pm

already don this one. Summary: I hate french. But I love this website! its so cool! we did something like this in English development class, but with the words write and read. also cool. as is my school!

Posted By Brittany On 03.10.2012 @ 4:14 pm

The tea cup rattled slightly in her grip. She set it down carefully, but still managed to spill a drop on her lace glove. Her breathing was off and she wiped at her brow with the handkerchief that he gave her. Did he even know what he did to her?, she thought, stealing a glance at him from across the room.

Posted By Brittany On 03.09.2012 @ 5:07 am

Well I have seen many demonstrations in class and otherwise out of school, and I must say some of them were very good. Obviously others weren’t and that is simply because the demonstrater did not research his subject very well and somehow messed up.

Posted By brittany On 03.08.2012 @ 9:10 am