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in the dark room stood a figure of a man. he did not know who it was but could only make out the shape of the man. he was wearing a hat and a long trench coat. he stood frozen and paralyzed with fear. the figure did not move.

Posted By dana On 02.02.2011 @ 10:34 pm

I love doughnuts full of jelly. They are delicious and all i can think about is sugar on them. Jelly is jiggly and awesome. I like red jelly, rasberry is my favorite. Pat thinks of fatties when he sees the word jelly. HAHAHAHAHA jelly is jolly i love jelly. yay

Posted By dana On 01.31.2011 @ 7:56 pm

You began as a ghost on the page. I watched the glowing hand of the timer spin by, and you stretched yourself across the page as it went. Your eyes grew darker, the lines on your face slowly filled in. My fingers splashed around in the chemicals waiting for all of you to show up. They changed their mind and reached across for the light. Almost at once, you began to blend together. I left when the last bits of you dissolved back into the paper.

Posted By Dana On 01.30.2011 @ 1:04 pm

endless by:dana rhijnsburger

endless is the word your mom tells you her love is. endless is the sound of your parents fucking in the next room. But what if endless was your name? thats the problem with me. my name is endless. and thats it. i’m sixteen year-old girl and have to write my life story for english class. But really, Thats it. No magical world. No superpowers. No sexy-ass vampire sweeping me off my feet. I’m seriously just, Here. this story is probably gonna get an f——-. and because I have no wonderfully drastic life. Hell, I don’t even know what I wanna do when I get older. Seriously, the bordem of life is just endless.

Posted By Dana On 01.20.2011 @ 10:17 pm

I pour every bit of myself into my mouth. That’s the food. Then, when it becomes too much, when even my own thoughts weigh me down to the point where I am sick, comes the finger. It probes, pushes its way into my throat, pulling up all of the emotion. Anger, fear. Lonliness, ugliness. It all washes away, down the white drain. White. The color of puri

Posted By Dana On 01.17.2011 @ 2:10 am

I close my eyes, finger down the throat, and I allow everything that has happened to pour from my stomach, down the white porcelain drain. Every bit of disgusting, smelly, yellow anger and sadness spills forth and falls into the spinning water, spinning, spinning like my head down into WHOKNOWSWHERE they go.

Posted By Dana On 01.17.2011 @ 1:52 am

You have to look and find the spots in each book where there have been mispelled words. Each one will have been revised several times, and its only when you find the errors that you have hit gold.

Posted By Dana On 01.16.2011 @ 10:49 am

Every time my hair falls perfectly on my head, my entire day is affected. Either I go all day swiping my bangs into the position they refuse to stay in, or I don’t touch it. And I hope everyone notices how nice I look. And I hope they ignore me when I don’t. I love my hair. When it does what want.

Posted By Dana On 01.07.2011 @ 11:50 pm

imagine you’re in a room with four white walls and you can paint a world full of colors. and that world becomes real only once you are done painting the whole thing. ceiling and floor included.

Posted By Dana On 01.05.2011 @ 4:14 pm

To be or not to be i phrase people use, they use when they think they are being clever. They use it to sounds as if they love Shakesphere. Sadly I bet they couldnt recite the next line or even say which play the phrase is from

Posted By dana On 01.05.2011 @ 9:05 am

i notice how handsome you are and i would like to get to know you i really wouldnt say this in real life but im just trying to turn a new page in my life you know it is a new year but any way would you like to get to know me.

Posted By dana On 01.03.2011 @ 12:33 am

It is obvious that I must be very bored if I am on Oneword on Christmas day. Such a tragedy, just like my only Christmas present, socks.

Posted By Dana On 12.25.2010 @ 11:42 am

Boa is a snake with spots. I’ve seen movies about snakes. Boa sounds just like that thing strippers use. Those furry scarves. Boa is a three letter word. It’s kinda odd, having two vowels on each other. Bow-uh.

Posted By Dana On 12.17.2010 @ 7:37 pm

an immense elephant has been in the living room for days. not physically, no. it’s the divorce papers sitting between my parents on the coffee table. The manila envelope stuffed with stapled pages, blue arrows next to all the right places to sign. If only it was mutually over, things just not working out between the two. Marriage was stale, not enough sex..except my mother was waiting with a packed suitcase and the mailman outside in his running Ford truck.

Posted By Dana On 12.10.2010 @ 10:58 pm

ducks are birds. They are small and adorable. I like ducks a lot. They quack. They are super smart. Ducks live in ponds and lakes around the world. Mainly in the united states. They have flippers and beaks. They eat fish and bugs.

Posted By Dana On 11.17.2010 @ 8:27 pm

His appearance was nearly average, but there was a warmth in the eyes. The corners of his mouth gently coaxed his lips into a timid half-smile. I liked the wringing hands. The skin looked soft, like two delicate things quarreling. In servility to his mouth, they gripped tighter. He exhaled his words effortlessly, tenderly. I left the room with a sense of the untenable and with a hope that I could be wrong.

Posted By Dana On 11.09.2010 @ 2:22 pm

The weather was lousy today. Everything was rainy and bad. I wanted to go outside but couldn’t because the weather was lousy.

Posted By Dana On 11.09.2010 @ 7:43 am

On the table, it was a maze of tiny dots. His fingers navigated them effortlessly, tracing the tips along pathways that were invisible to me. I imagined him suddenly shrunken to the size of the reader, running breathlessly through the mountains of plastic. His eyes, a gentle shade of dull blue, were useful only to me. They betrayed moments of brief discernment as his hands brushed particular spots of the page. They flashed suddenly, and he quickly withdrew his hands. I could tell that he had seen me.

Posted By Dana On 11.07.2010 @ 2:44 pm

Radar. Radar. Forwards and backwards, the same. Forwards and backwards, but there were still no dots appearing in the grid. Palindromes flooded my mind- shamefully, because you were lost somewhere in the dark waters. With every fruitless blink of the screen, you grew farther and farther away. Visions of racecars at noon. You were probably gone by then.

Posted By Dana On 11.07.2010 @ 8:57 am

Fangs are on b ats. They can bite into someone’s skin. Vampires also have fangs. Dogs have fangs as well which they use to chew their food with.

Posted By Dana On 11.01.2010 @ 2:52 pm

When you are going on vacation, the weeks prior to it seem to drag on forever. You don’t want to look too into things because then the vacation seem

Posted By Dana On 10.25.2010 @ 4:45 am

upstairs I heard them banging away, hammers I mean. You know, like the cats that jump off of bureau’s and startle the hell out of you, like the hot summer days when your sweat drips like a burden off of your brow onto the floor and only the one you love will get so close that you kill eachother in the stifling embrace.

Posted By Dana On 09.12.2010 @ 9:04 am

trees bees knees….please?

Posted By dana On 09.01.2010 @ 12:21 pm

I really wish I had more seconds that would lead to minutes, that would lead to hours. I wish I made better use of seconds in my days. I imagine they would appear like rabbits unbidden the moment i felt I didn’t need them any longer.

Posted By Dana On 08.14.2010 @ 12:39 am

Probability. It ruins lives. Those men who take their life savings to Las Vegas? They spend it on probability. It is probable that they may win back twice that savings in cash. It is also probable that he will lose every penny, and come back to his wife, who will soon become his ex-wife. Probability, it ruins lives.

Posted By Dana On 08.12.2010 @ 3:38 pm

I’m on a mission. It is of utmost importance. I am trying to save the world through a press of a button. Click! Ten grains of rice is added. Click! My vocabulary has just become a little bit more broad. Click! A child is saved from starvation. Click! I’m saving the world through freerice.com =]

Posted By Dana On 08.07.2010 @ 8:09 am

Jen shuts out the outside world with Eminem’s lyrics. Charlie’s sorrows are drowned in cheap liquor. Marian’s pain spills out with every cut. Tyler only has eyes for the little girl smiling up at him, his daughter. Jordan pours her heart out on the pages of her journal. Marlo’s anger is soothed with every strum of his guitar. They all want to escape.

Posted By Dana On 08.05.2010 @ 8:34 pm

Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side. Why did the orphan cross the road? To find his parents. (What parents?) Why did the rooster cross the road? To prove he isn’t a chicken. What do you call a chicken that crosses the road without looking both ways? Dead. What do you call a person who actually spent time to read all of this? Bored.

Posted By Dana On 08.04.2010 @ 7:21 pm

Fences are only a small obstacle on my mission. I have warded off robbers and thieves, bears and mountain lions, electric cells and laser security. Fences are the smallest of my worries, or so I thought. I had no clue what was on the other side.

Posted By Dana On 08.03.2010 @ 7:50 pm

None of it matters. The fact that I am hurting the people I love, that I am hurting myself in the process- it doesn’t matter. Who cares if I just killed a person or two to get what I want? It’s illegal, so what? None of it matters. Heroine is all that matters.

Posted By Dana On 08.02.2010 @ 12:17 pm