Entries By Brooke
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trench
The trench went on for hundreds of feet. The dirt was dark, almost red. I stepped closer and leaned down to look in. My breath caught in my throat and my heart stopped beating .The trenches were filled with hundreds and hundreds of dead bodies, the blood leaking into the dirt. Death in the air.
Posted By Brooke On 04.08.2013 @ 7:27 pm
vines
The vines wrapped first around my feet, then started traveling up towards my waist, twirling and dancing like snakes, their veins filled with poison. “Stop please!” I scream, air ripping at my throat. “Help me!” I call but the woods are empty. The air stands still as the green vines wrap around my neck, slowly, methodically. My face is wet with tears and as the vines slide around my eyes, I am cut off from the world, leaving only the echo of my voice as a trace that I had ever existed.
Posted By Brooke On 04.04.2013 @ 9:31 pm
The vines wrapped first around my feet, then started traveling up towards my waist, twirling and dancing like snakes, their veins filled with poison. “Stop please!” I scream, air ripping at my throat. “Help me!” I call but the woods are empty. The air stands still as the green vines wrap around my neck, slowly, methodically. My face is wet with tears and as the vines slide around my eyes, I am cut off from the world, leaving only the echo of my voice as a trace that I had ever existed.
Posted By Brooke On 04.04.2013 @ 9:29 pm
bagel
The bagel felt moist in my mouth. the taste was so spicy and flavorful, I wanted to spit it out, but I knew that I couldn’t. They were watching me. Give it up, the little voices in my head screamed. All that fat. All the greasy buttery dough sliding down your throat. You don’t want that. You want to feel light and skinny, like you can fly. I swallowed the bite, grimacing. My anchor to ugliness.
Posted By Brooke On 04.03.2013 @ 7:37 pm
smudge
He had a smudge of grease just above his left eye. I was tempted to lean foreward, whipping it off with my small white fingers, but I didn’t. I just stayed where I was with his dark brown eyes staring at me, like I was the last piece in a puzzle. “Stop it,” he whispers. I look up, surprised. “Stop what?” I ask. “Stop tempting me.” He says, his voice low and husky. I lean closer, making him tense up. “I can’t.” I choke out, small tears welling up, perching on my eyelids, a bird taking its last look at the ground before flight. “Fix me. Please.” His hands shake as he reaches behind my head, pulling me close to him. He stops, his muscles trembling as he tries to make the choice. I step foreward and make it for him. His lips are warm and soft, like I imagined. At first he is frozen, unable to move, but finally he lets go and his hand finds its way to mine, clenching them like I am the last thing on earth that can save him. And that’s where we stay, hand in hand, breaking laws you can only imagine.
Posted By Brooke On 04.02.2013 @ 8:54 pm
conjured
That is a strange word and i believe it means jumbled and it makes me feel like i am climbing a mountain of blocks and they are all pointy. I was all conjured while i was trying to take care of all my household duties. I had conjured up an awesome party idea for our black tie affair!!! woooeeoo
Posted By Brooke On 03.02.2013 @ 9:49 am
bleeding
period blood cut hurt pain hospital weapon axe knife slice open bandaid bandage fork hammer anger assault pain gun internal body red
Posted By brooke On 02.26.2013 @ 4:48 pm
flailing
pie is fun. i like pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m bored. are you? i like pie a lot. ugh… im very bored!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted By brooke On 02.18.2013 @ 6:07 pm
flat
as a board. stiff and lifeless. nothing with much to offer. too plain. too much monotony. it tastes bad. a soda that’s sat too long.
Posted By Brooke On 02.14.2013 @ 11:01 am
applied
The doctor applied pressure to the point of injury. The child whimpered in pain. “Does that hurt?” the doctor said. “Yes.” said the child. The doctor then took the boy to his mother and told her what the problem was.
Posted By Brooke On 01.20.2013 @ 7:47 pm
size
Size is an abstract concept. What may be big to a ladybug is small to us, so there really is no big or small. It’s a concept that depends mostly on the individual.
Posted By Brooke On 01.15.2013 @ 3:56 pm
placed
She place a glass tea pot on the antique oak table. With a smile on her wrinkled lips she brings the cup of steaming earl grey to her lips. A sigh of happiness escapes her breath. Peace. Sunshine. Warmth.
Posted By Brooke On 01.04.2013 @ 1:14 am
barrel
A barrel of monkeys. A childhood favourite, although I’m not sure why. It may be one of the most boring toys, in my opinion, but maybe that’s why it was the greatest. It required a certain level of imagination to make it work.
Posted By Brooke On 01.01.2013 @ 6:27 pm
When I was in Niagara Falls, I read about people going over the falls in barrels. How do people get to a point where they are willing to go over like that? I was surprised there were survivors. What stories would you have to tell about that experience when you come out the other side? Amazing. I want to hear all about it.
Posted By Brooke On 01.01.2013 @ 3:04 pm
sure
Sure im happy, sure i have people that love me, sure i smile, sure im alive, but what if i dont deserve to be…
Posted By Brooke On 12.30.2012 @ 8:44 pm
both
TWO HONOR SAME EQUAL UNIQUE COMPATIBLE BOTH STUDENTS SAME HEART TELL ME TWO SIDES
Posted By Brooke On 12.03.2012 @ 5:12 pm
satisfy
Satisfy your needs take your fingertips and satisfy your greed reach in and grab anything you can get your dirty hands on
Posted By Brooke On 11.19.2012 @ 9:16 pm
somebody
somebody once told me i was pretty. i’ve forgotten their face and how old they were. but sometimes i wonder if they’ve forgotten me. do you ever forget someone you think is pretty? i hope they havent forgotten me. it seems as if everyone else has.
Posted By Brooke On 11.12.2012 @ 8:12 pm
spent
she spent her last dollar on some gum and a water. she left the convenient store and made her way down to the main part of town. she saw a lot of things she liked. she saw a lot of things she didn’t like. she wouldn’t be spending much time here. until she heard music playing through an open window.
Posted By Brooke On 11.10.2012 @ 1:31 pm
roar
how i felt when you hurt me again. i can’t handle you anymore. roar. was all i could muster. roar. was all i felt.
Posted By Brooke On 11.09.2012 @ 8:32 pm
theres a fire inside. it roars and flicks and licks at my insides. this fire hurts. it hurts.
Posted By Brooke On 11.09.2012 @ 3:30 pm
themselves
They keep to themselves Always looking around Never Speaking
They keep to themselves But never look at each other Looking anywhere but
They keep to themselves
Posted By Brooke On 11.08.2012 @ 1:53 pm
breath
i like to breath, it keeps me alive, which is good because life has a lot of things that are worth sticking around for. wow, that is probably the most wisest thing ive thought of lately. breathing is good, it keeps you around to witness what life has to offer. keep breathing, keep living and dont miss a thing. because i promise you when you find something worth it, breathing will be the best thing in the world
Posted By Brooke On 09.28.2012 @ 1:42 am
breath to live, breath to kill, breath to believe, love, and enjoy
Posted By brooke On 09.27.2012 @ 11:46 am
begin
in the brgin of time ther was nothing thane alloof a sudden ther was life and an amzing planet called earth. then there was inosaure RWAR! i wish Dinosaures were still alive i feel that is they were the world would be more interesting.
Posted By brooke On 09.20.2012 @ 9:55 pm
towers
Im sick of climbing these towers, it seems you’ve locked yourself away and i cant get past these clouds you’ve decided to shower
Posted By brooke On 09.11.2012 @ 2:44 pm
headphones
headphones are for when you want to listen to music, they come in all different colors! and btw they work better if you put the left one in the right ear and vice versa!!!!! it realy workss :D
Posted By Brooke On 09.08.2012 @ 8:38 pm
texture
the feeling of something on your fingertips. the touch of something on your skin. the defined crevices and ridges of an item.
Posted By brooke On 09.02.2012 @ 8:59 am
event
Our wedding day was the most important event of my life. It symbolized the end of life as I knew it, and the beginning of the rest of my life. It was a day I had dreamed about for years, and when I realized it was finally THE day, I also realized I had imagined it with someone else waiting for me at the end of the aisle.
Posted By Brooke On 08.19.2012 @ 3:44 pm
