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“Don’t drink! You’ll get drunk, go to a party, make bad decisions, and next thing you know, you’re pregnant! Or worse, dead! Drunk driving? NO! You’ll kill somebody and yourself! You can go to jail! Don’t drink! Beer pong, Quarters, Funnels, NO! Not whiskey, rum, gin, beer, wine, or vodka! Drinking alcohol will kill you, so don’t do it! Alcohol is BAD! A NO-NO! Don’t drink alcohol while pregnant or you will have a retarded and deformed baby! Alcohol is not good! IT’S BAD!!!!”

I sit in Health Class, listening to my teacher lecture and rant on . . . and on . . . and on . . . It doesn’t matter, though, because everyone is going to do it anyways.

Probably even the health teachers.

beer

Posted By Corinne On 05.07.2013 @ 3:56 pm

He grabbed the beverage from her. “Thanks.” But if you looked closely enough, you’d see that he was averting his glance from hers, purposely so their eyes wouldn’t meet. He knew that she was giving him a beer, and she knew that he would discard it as soon as he walked away. Neither knew that the other knew, so, eyes down, they carried on with their lives, pretending nothing had ever happened between them. And it hadn’t. At least, not yet.

Okay, I’m sorry,but I only had a minute to write this. (Yeah, it did take like 3, but that’s not the point.)The point is this makes no sense whatsoever, sorry! Haha :)

beer

Posted By Corinne On 05.07.2013 @ 3:49 pm

The bush was burning. It was on fire. The flames licked the sky, and smoke filled the lungs of all those who stood and watched. It soon spread to the house, then the field, and the neighbor’s home. The fire-fighters weren’t quick enough, and soon enough, the whole town was on fire.

burning

Posted By Corinne On 05.05.2013 @ 6:54 pm

What’s your rating? On a scale from 1-10, 50-100? Are 11 out of 10? Or -2 out of 3? Are you extremely good, or extremely bad? Everyone has a rating. What’s yours?

Posted By Corinne On 05.03.2013 @ 7:19 pm

‘Kay, so I looked up ensue on dictionary.com, but I still don’t really get it. Anyone care to explain it to me?????

Let’s try this sentence:

The end of the battle ensued yet another war.

Yes??? or No????

Posted By Corinne On 05.01.2013 @ 1:02 pm

Ensue? That’s today’s word? I don’t even know what ensue means. Hold on, let me go get a dictionary, and I’ll get right back to you. Once I actually know what it means, I can write a real 1 minute prompt!

BTW, i accidentally wrote this before with the default name that was there so this is original and all mine!

Posted By Corinne On 05.01.2013 @ 12:58 pm

You can’t pick your family. But you can pick your enemies . . . right?

Posted By Corinne On 04.29.2013 @ 1:09 pm

I stared them directly in the eyes. “Give it back,” I said firmly. Emily sneered. “What are you gonna do, tell my mommy?” She looked at me mockingly. That gave me an idea. “Yes,” I told her. Emily’s expression changed. “No, don’t!” she cried out. I ran down the road. “Too late!” I shouted, Emily desperately running after me.

Posted By Corinne On 04.29.2013 @ 1:07 pm

Time was running out. I had to win the contest, but not for me- for my family. I grabbed some seeds and stuck them in the large brown planter. I covered them up with dirt and sprinkled it with water. “Done!” I smacked the buzzer in front of me. Everyone looked up in astonishment. I was the first one done. I had won the contest.

Posted By Corinne On 04.24.2013 @ 1:56 pm

My grandpa and I used to play chess every Wednesday night when he came over. He’d always let me win, except for the occasional times that I arrogantly told him not him. “Checkmate!” I’d call out gleefully. “I’m going to win!” I loved playing chess, but that was years ago. Today, I still see my grandpa, every Wednesday night, but we no longer play chess together. I miss our Wednesday night chess dates.

Posted By Corinne On 04.23.2013 @ 8:29 pm

(Mum)-(bul)-(ing) :P

Posted By Corinne On 04.16.2013 @ 7:07 pm

Mumbling. It’s what you do when you when the teacher calls on you but don’t know the answer. It’s what the quiet kid in the back of the room does when the teacher calls on them instead. It’s what you do when you are thinking halfway out loud. It’s people do in awkward situations. It’s what everyone does. They mumble.

Posted By Corinne On 04.16.2013 @ 7:05 pm

“I need help,” he mumbled. “What?” she asked. “I can’t hear you, hon, you’re mumbling.” “I need help,” he repeated, a little bit louder. Again, “What?” she cried. “I can’t hear you!” “I said, I need help.” “Huh? You really should speak up. I can’t hear a word you just said.” “Just forget it.” The boy threw his pencil down and stood up. He then walked away, out of the school, out of the town, out of the world, never to be seen again.

Posted By Corinne On 04.16.2013 @ 6:44 pm

When he knocked on our door that day, I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular, or out of the ordinary. But what happened from that point forward, well, that’s a story for another day.

Posted By Corinne On 02.07.2013 @ 2:26 pm

It was swell. We had gotten first place, plus the enormous prize money! I was so happy I could burst! It was an amazing feeling, better than any other!

Posted By Corinne On 01.30.2013 @ 6:23 pm

The visitor walked into the room quietly, head down, clenching his fists. My social worker cautiously introduced him as my paternal father, the very same one who had skipped out on my siblings and I when we were younger. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his sad, solemn eyes. My social worker left us alone in the room, and we both just stood there, not looking at each other directly. Finally, he spoke. “I’m so sorry.” His apology seemed sincere, considering the fat tears rolling down his cheeks, but the little voice inside my head told me not to trust him. So I nodded ever so slightly, but didn’t speak. He outstretched his hand to me. “Can you please forgive me?” I finally raised my head to look him in the eye. “I’m afraid I can not,” I said, my voice shaking. “I can not forget the damage you have brought to this family.” My voice broke, and I opened the door and walked away from him. That was the first and last time I ever saw him, for he died the next day.

Posted By Corinne On 01.28.2013 @ 2:56 pm

We visited him that day. “Hi, how are you?” He managed to whisper. Of course he was thinking of us when he was dying. “I love you,” he whispered again. “Take care.” And with that, he was gone forever.

Posted By Corinne On 01.28.2013 @ 2:33 pm

Ahead lies your future. You don’t know what is to come, but if you’re lucky, it will be something good.

Posted By Corinne On 01.25.2013 @ 7:16 pm

What’s ahead of you? Is it life? Death? Tragedy? Celebration? We don’t know what is to come, we can only IMAGINE.

Posted By Corinne On 01.25.2013 @ 7:12 pm

We were ahead of everyone. So far we couldn’t see them anymore. “We’re winning,” I cried. “We are going to win!” But I was too full of myself. Yes, we were ahead in the race, but we were losing in life.

Posted By Corinne On 01.25.2013 @ 7:09 pm

It was magnificent, but deadly. It represented all I wanted to reach, but so high that it was out of touch. It captured all my thoughts inside this little room, and did not let them escape. They would bounce around, circling but never penetrating. No matter what I tried, I could never break that celling. The roof was always in place.

Posted By Corinne On 12.06.2012 @ 9:27 pm

texture. its a funny word…but it makes sense to me. i dont know why…but it does…im weird like that…i like textures….always been that way…i love experiencing things….how something feels rough…like this berber carpet im sitting on…or the soft comforter that ive been wrapping myself up in lately. as a kid…i loved those texture exploration books…the furry stuff…bumpy stuff…i just love touch…thats my favorite sense…is touch…i love touching…when i have sex…its all about the touch for me…experiencing the textures of someones smooth skin…their rough, kinky hair…sensing the sinewyness of the body…the texture of the hands…some are rough and others are smooth.

Posted By Corinne On 09.01.2012 @ 7:44 pm

Seeds are what we all start out as. We’re small, we’re insignificant, we’re a little part of something bigger, something waiting to happen. We have the potential to be anything. Just give us a little time to grow and you’ll see.

Posted By Corinne On 06.25.2012 @ 5:24 am

Minutes are fleetin. Seconds disappear with the breeze. This second right now, this minute… will never happen again. Neither will this one. Or this one. What would you have done with those seconds or minutes instead?

Posted By Corinne On 06.22.2012 @ 6:39 pm

scary, dangerous music festivals,compact. Or smelly and unwashed, freshly coated with deodorant and flowery smell. Brad pit probably wears designer deodorant if that is possible. He may even have someone to do it for him.

Posted By Corinne On 06.19.2012 @ 3:07 pm

I don’t really know what to write about a nest, but birds make nests. They live in them. And lay eggs in them. Nest isn’t a good word to write about.

Posted By Corinne On 06.10.2012 @ 8:46 am

i want to make a petition for love. but not hippie style love but in a deeper sens and when I am at it i also want more freedom. true freedom not the one money provides.

Posted By corinne On 03.14.2012 @ 5:34 am

Having to do with medicine. It’s a fun word to say- it kinda clicks in your mouth. Medical medical. I want to work in the medical field. I like knowing what the problem is, and fixing it. Bandaids and bandages.

Posted By Corinne On 02.23.2012 @ 6:13 am

And then, with many a flirt and flutter, perched above my chamber door.

Posted By Corinne On 02.16.2012 @ 6:14 am

He was a dull man. He had been a dull child and had never changed. He wore plain clothes and packed the same lunch every day. His excitement consisted of playing solitaire on his computer and weeding his mediocre lawn.

Posted By Corinne On 10.18.2011 @ 7:15 am