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A silence descended over the mourners. The coffin, being slowly lowered to sobbing, had jolted during its descent. Moments passed as both grievers and officials stood aghast, watching it tip slowly and empty its content onto the cold mud of the grave.

Posted By Chloe On 01.13.2011 @ 7:59 am

Blotches of ink stain the papers, the sheets, the eyes of figures hastily constructed in thoughtless doodles. It’s the catharsis unseen, unheard, and unappreciated. The end.

Posted By Chloe On 01.11.2011 @ 10:35 pm

I respect people who respect me. I hate disrespect. I hate people who think that they can disrespect me. I can only be friends with people I respect. If you do something shitty and I can’t look past it than I lose respect for you. Respect is essential in society.

Posted By Chloe On 01.08.2011 @ 9:00 pm

What the old man said stuck in the far reaches of her memory for the rest of her life. “Gods are real; the myths you’ve heard in books, in your history classes, they’ve actually happened.” She felt liberated. It was so good to know that there was a world beyond the one she had grown tired of so long ago.

Posted By Chloe On 12.27.2010 @ 8:00 am

I love when the goddesses come down and visit me in the evenings. They come down from heaven or maybe it’s Olympus and they look so lovely. They have dresses that don’t really recall any era but they are always accompanied by blue smoke that smolders so sweetly it’s hard to believe they can exist on this plane at all. It’s only on Sundays that they do this; it’s their favorite day of the week.

Posted By Chloe On 12.26.2010 @ 4:59 pm

Erica can’t be optimistic about this. In fact, she doesn’t really know how to be optimistic at all about anything related to Alexandria or this crazy half-romance she’s found herself in. Yes, Alexandria is reciprocating somewhat, she’s flirting with Erica and kissing her so close to the lips–but will this last? Erica’s doubtful. Optimism? What optimism? She can’t find any in her heart.

Posted By Chloe On 12.21.2010 @ 10:21 am

i used to be an optimist then i realized that im never going to achieve all the things that i want to achieve. time to prioritize.

Posted By chloe On 12.20.2010 @ 5:35 pm

Today I posted that letter. I’m nervous, I don’t know when it’ll get there but you’ll get it eventually. this explains everything. me, you, us. I can’t wait for your reaction, although I’m nervous and await your reply anxiously.

Posted By chloe On 12.13.2010 @ 1:39 pm

As a child, I loved the sweet taste of liquid sugar that would slip down my throat in a cold, cool caress. It was an advancement for me when I learned that milk was slightly better than juice, because it came from something living and breathing.

Posted By Chloe On 11.24.2010 @ 5:57 pm

Flakes of everything–snow and dandruff and frosted. It’s the little details that matter, the thin little flakes in your breakfast and your hair and stuck in your eyelashes on your way to your car through the parking lot. Flakes are like little building blocks of crystalline detail.

Posted By Chloe On 11.22.2010 @ 8:16 pm

snow flakes fall on my head when it snows. they cake up on the ground and become snowmen as little kids play around.

Posted By chloe On 11.22.2010 @ 7:53 pm

Silly stringy lamplight finds me through the slats in the blinds. Downstairs a siren wails and mourns, then is choked off right below my window. It’s not for me that the officials come. Probably. I return to my deskwork and find that I have a rather unfortunate inkblot on my papers.

Posted By Chloe On 10.27.2010 @ 6:33 pm

everything is so serene in this place. its like i never dreamt it could be so quiet and simple. happiness is nice, when its real. when its yours and not outside you.

Posted By chloe On 10.26.2010 @ 11:39 pm

Where the sand meets the water. There’s nothing more relaxing than walking along the shoreline with the sand between your toes. Your footprints, embedded in the sand behind you. The water washes up and erases them. Just writing about this makes me feel so relaxed. I wish I was at the beach now.

Posted By chloe On 10.25.2010 @ 9:08 pm

In the following weeks, i will be doing a lot of schoolwork. I intend to do well in school and maintain a loving relationship with my boyfriend and my family. I hope to figure out what to do with my life.

Posted By chloe On 10.24.2010 @ 8:16 pm

A panel of judges waits to determine our future. We are no longer in control. What a sick game.

Posted By Chloe On 10.23.2010 @ 4:51 pm

Whiskers. . . .how a cat can determine if it will fit through a fence, a physical characteristic on most mammals. My dog, Muffy has really long whiskers. And because she’s turning old, they’re beginning to turn white so she has white and black whiskers. It’s funny.

Posted By chloe On 10.21.2010 @ 2:09 pm

A table. A thing with four legs and a flat surface. That’s where I do all my work. I’m a writer after all. I need a surface like that. It’s one of the most handy things in my trade. It’s always covered with sticky notes and notecards and so many other office supplies. Its my home away from home.

Posted By Chloe On 10.19.2010 @ 6:07 pm

One time I got a new sweater from this old shop. It was wool and smelled like the owner before it, so i decided to get it. It made me feel like an old woman and it is a little itchy. I wear it all day and I never get tired of it, unless its hot. But when the weather is right, I slip into it and feel so comfortable and peaceful in the cloth that once covered a complete stranger. I wonder who she was and where she is today.. Maybe she is dead? That’s a weird thought.. I almost hope she is dead. That makes my sweater so much better than i ever thought it could be. Woah, thanks. I just found a new love for the sweater that I’m currently wearing.

Posted By Chloe On 10.15.2010 @ 10:23 pm

its what i see in you but know i will never have for myself, but i can’t help but want it anyway

Posted By Chloe On 10.11.2010 @ 6:30 pm

What does it mean to be the tallest? It means you tower over everyone. you’re a giant. No one can touch you. Too bad I’m not tall. It would be nice wouldn’t it? Being tall? Yeah I thought so. But I mean nope, thats not in the cards for me. Oh well what can you do?

Posted By Chloe On 10.06.2010 @ 5:11 pm

i love the moon so bright in the sky granting wishes for all the children of the world. You are so wonderful to everyone lighting us at night and bringing us joy. you change the tides for us and do all sorts of other crazy stuff. Yay moon. you are so bright you are so high full moon in the sky.

Posted By Chloe On 08.27.2010 @ 4:33 pm

no I don’t think it’s possible to ever be understood I mean I don’t even understand myself sometimes so what’s the point what’s the point what’s the point of being understood? HEY YOU, you can try to you can try to interpret, sure thing, but to understand [me], no. not in a million years. not in your lifetime. only maybe if you’ve lived in my head my entire life, from the moment I was born, scrutinising my every thought, even those that zip through neurons like shooting stars when i’m asleep and which are promptly forgotten when I awake; maybe if you’ve seen every single image that has seeped through my pupils and ended up in some inaccessible part of my brain, because while I can’t remember everything that I see, i’m pretty sure they’re still there somewhere; maybe if you’ve access to all my hidden memories, especially those from when I was still tiny and soft and vulnerable. maybe then, it’d be possible.

Posted By chloe On 08.21.2010 @ 11:27 pm

life is a mission. to get somwhere is a mission. to love someone is a mission. but what is a mission? a difficulty. a mission is a mission and to complete a mission is a mission.

Posted By Chloe On 08.06.2010 @ 10:34 pm

My mission in life is to discover my purpose in the world. Being that I am starting college, this is a great opportunity to find out what I really want to do with my life. I know I want to make a change or help people in some sort of way. Time will tell I guess.

Posted By chloe On 08.06.2010 @ 7:51 pm

I tried to escape how I felt about my last relationship. It wasn’t easy. To this day it is still somewhat hard. I wish I could escape into another world where I can live a different utopian life, but we all know life isn’t perfect. We make mistakes so we can learn.

Posted By chloe On 08.06.2010 @ 12:58 am

I wish I could escape. Escape to a new world… But that’s what everyone wants to do, right? Everyone wants to escape. But do they want to because it’s a cliche built up all the time. Who knows what escape really means?

Posted By Chloe On 08.05.2010 @ 12:25 pm

None of us have any idea how this is going to end. Bang, whimper, fire, or ice, perhaps it’ll be nothingness, as the version I prefer. It’s a numerical concept quite like the number zero.

Posted By Chloe On 08.03.2010 @ 9:40 am

Gaudy gilt and ornamented frame, this flamboyant sentence shall be adorned with all manner of decorative speech and ungainly flowery prose befitting a queen.

Posted By Chloe On 07.31.2010 @ 6:42 pm

near the lake there was billy the pidgeon, he was waiting for ross the otter to come out of his cave so they can both go for there morning paper run together. nearly ten mintues passed and it was near the time for them to head off, shit Bill said, what do I do?

Posted By Chloe On 07.29.2010 @ 10:27 pm