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She perfected her outfit for the first day of kindergarten. Well, perfected other than her lost yellow bow. Now what was she to do? Wear the green bow and not match or not wear a bow and risk humiliation.

Posted By Elizabeth On 07.15.2011 @ 6:23 am

The plague happened during the middle ages when flea infested rats were killed and the fleas who were host to the plague virus jumped to human beings…Many people died.

Posted By Elizabeth On 07.12.2011 @ 8:45 pm

straw . straw . straw . straw . straw .

Posted By Elizabeth On 07.11.2011 @ 5:44 pm

the cast was hard. it was heavy. and it smelled funny. it had been placed on her leg after the accident. she laid there wondering how she got to this point. she wanted to remember but couldn’t. all that was left was the cast. she didn’t know anything and couldn’t recall anyone. they came in each day and asked her about her recollections. what’s your name, where do

Posted By elizabeth On 07.06.2011 @ 10:26 pm

beginning of a plant. beginning of life. holder of the branches. something vital to existence. giver of nutrients. provider of necessities. something that roots us.

Posted By Elizabeth On 07.05.2011 @ 8:48 pm

is too big a word.

Posted By elizabeth On 07.03.2011 @ 10:49 am

braid to the side. thats what the ladies ive been lucky to surround myself with have been rocking. or rockin’, rather. i just discovered it the other week. its so good. because when your hair reaches a certain length and you dont feel like ever brushing it or even washing it. what should you do? loose bed head side braid.

Posted By elizabeth On 07.01.2011 @ 11:47 am

Something that I truly value in a person. Being honest is something that we need in life because if the whole world lied than we could not have a country. Honesty is the best policy! Although I’m not always honest, I try my best to be.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.30.2011 @ 9:49 pm

y is difficult for me. its not always the best policy. it can hurt feelings. it can protect my own feelings. its an easy way out. its a hard way out. its a beautiful thing. it is a cruel thing. honesty is something i strive towards but rarely succeed in being.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.30.2011 @ 4:06 pm

It was a cool summer night filled with fireflies in the sky. I kicked off my cowboy boots and peeled off my socks and stepped into the spring. I waded up to my knees and felt the cool sting of the water on my sore feet

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.30.2011 @ 8:09 am

ive had those since i could walk. or see, even. my earliest crush was in kindergarden. that i can remember. his name was christopher. and he gave me his mothers wedding ring. somehow. and it had tape on it. so i threw it into the trash can. then i got in trouble.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.28.2011 @ 10:05 pm

Okay. He’ll admit it. He had a crush on the hottest girl in school. In fact, as he like to describe her, she’s supermegafoxyawesomehot. And what was he going to do about it? Nothing. Cause everyone knows that you never tell a girl that you like them cause it makes you look like an idiot.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.28.2011 @ 6:17 pm

Society’s expectations and desires from you. I think they are necessary to keep this world at least a little in line, but they are so vague and sometimes ambiguous it can be hard to tell right from wrong.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.26.2011 @ 8:14 pm

To have morals is to have dignity. Self respect. It takes courage and understanding to have morals. Morals are hard. Morals are the right thing. They are often vague, and sometimes it’s hard to see the clear answer. Grey areas. Morals are what everyone should have, but doesnt.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.26.2011 @ 7:58 pm

he stuck his fingers up, antlers erect, and charged at me. christmas tradition. any time the song “grandma got run over by a reindeer” came on, billy went nuts. it would always end with me reaching out and grabbing him by the waist, lifting him soaring across my lap so that i could commence the tickle torture.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.25.2011 @ 8:50 pm

Did this really happen?, she thought. But…

Shelley hadn’t failed in her life. Until now. The “34″ was like a slash on her unmarred skin, bleeding into her eyes and burning into her mind. She couldn’t help thinking, I am so dead. Her mother, she knew, was going to kill her.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.24.2011 @ 9:23 pm

history is cool. history is the reason we are here as human beings. although, history could mean something else. Like, “I have history with this person.” Simply meaning you had a past with someone else, like an ex-lover. History is a cool word I guess, history is the reason we live and love.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.24.2011 @ 1:23 am

History. It’s what happened in the past and what’s happening every day. History never ends, because it’s always going to be happening. History is boring to me. History shows other people’s mistakes. History doesn’t forgive and it doesn’t forget. It helps you remember, good or bad. History can be interesting. History is what makes us who we are today.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.23.2011 @ 9:22 pm

history is what keeps us going, learning, its our past present and future. history comprises our memory, without which we would be incapable of learning and loving, which would keep us from living. history is necessary, imperative to survival to life.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.23.2011 @ 3:36 pm

The wait, oh god the wait. 5 minutes, 4 minutes, 3 minutes. . . . I quietly counted down along with the countdown clock surrounded by owls. It was starting to get intense. What could it be? What’s going to happen after the countdown hits zero?

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.23.2011 @ 9:32 am

tingle, wiggle, push, pull, separate, grow, multiply. so simple, yet so complex, so insignificant, and so imperative. the building blocks of life without which we wouldn’t exist…

Posted By elizabeth On 06.21.2011 @ 8:20 pm

the fututre and see what it holds the fututre can be hapiness and cheese and highschool and all sorts pf stuff no matter what you can never predict the future and what it holds and seee in the future is you future.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.20.2011 @ 11:25 pm

i cannot predict what my later life will be like, nor how my future will play out. whatever happens, happens, and i can handle it, i’m ready. however, i can still hope, and dream, and wish, these things remain to be decided.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.20.2011 @ 11:22 am

He held the stone in his hands. It was an interesting stone, glowing red and emanating a strange energy. It held power and he knew it. But, how was he to use it?

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.19.2011 @ 5:32 pm

to be held is to feel the warmth of another entitity. blanket or person. It becomes comfort felt and love shown. I love to be held..

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.19.2011 @ 1:34 pm

she wonders at the way his eyes sparkle in the sun’s rays, how the light seems to dance off of them in the same fashion it would off a glimmering pool. how his hair seems almost golden in the rays, and how he looks at her so affectionately

Posted By elizabeth On 06.18.2011 @ 6:58 am

Well, it was the beginning of something. A little smile, a spark. It was interesting to see what amazing sights can do to someone. When we arrived in Paris, it was raining and cold, my girlfriend and I where miserable. But after dinner at a nice restaurant and watching the Eiffel Tower light up the sky, we began to smile.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.17.2011 @ 8:57 am

there was this guy washing my hair one time, and his smile was upside down. it was the strangest thing looking up at him. I wondered what it would be like to exist in a world where people looked so odd. A smile looking like a frown, with the effusiveness of excited conversation chattering out his mouth.

Posted By elizabeth On 06.17.2011 @ 5:05 am

There’s this musical called “Smile” about these beauty queens in the sixties. It was a massive flop, but it produced this absolutely beautiful song called “Disneyland,” which is what I sang at my GSA audition and various other places. I really like it, but i think it’s just so funny that such a pretty song came from such a terrible musical. I think that’s really poetic.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.16.2011 @ 12:44 pm

Once again, it was September and Kings Cross was packed. Not just with the regular crowd, but with teenagers and pre-teens, some asking where they can find Platform 9 3/4. The newbies eventually find their way and start their first leg of adventure, just by stepping onto the Hogwarts Express.

Posted By Elizabeth On 06.16.2011 @ 9:12 am