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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.
beerPosted 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 :)
beerPosted 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.
burningPosted By Corinne On 05.05.2013 @ 6:54 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
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
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
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
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