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scared. waking up. realization. loud. flashing lights. red. noises. close call. heart beating. thumping.

Posted By Ellen On 06.07.2013 @ 9:11 pm

The woman clasped her hands to his chest, fear filling her eyes as blood poured out of the wound. It was only small and they hadn’t noticed it when he’d gone down. James had even tried to keep going, that was until he looked down and saw the blood bubbling out of the bullet wound. He’d fallen to the ground and crawled as far away as possible from the fighting, Amy had looked around herself and deciding that no-one would notice if she disappeared for a few seconds followed him.

Posted By Ellen On 04.28.2013 @ 7:03 am

What a calamity. i literally can’t think. this is terrifying. i never expected this to happen and here we are. five days after the wedding and. calamity. there is literally no hope left and i doubt that i can come back after this. what happened happened, but i’m not sure if it should have. what could i have one differently? did i want to do anything differently? will we ever really know? maybe this was all for the best. maybe what i needed was to get away but this is a calamity and really it is nothing else.

Posted By ellen On 03.25.2013 @ 7:13 pm

No one likes cities like Anastasia likes cities. She breathes them in; fills her lungs with big, gulping mouthfuls and still keeps coming back for more, like maybe she missed the best of it the first time around. She likes the noise and the bustle, the jostle of the crowd, the way you never see the same two faces two days in a row and that’s

Posted By Ellen On 03.17.2013 @ 12:38 pm

So suddenly there were thousands and thousands and thousands of birds in the sky. A photographer took a picture. Black and white. Stark contrast. Only one bird was white. Somebody shot the bird out of the sky, and you can see it falling on film.

Posted By Ellen On 01.03.2013 @ 7:21 am

lots of almonds fell on the ground after the accident. We don’t know why. It was a pity. Some of the shells split and cracked on the pavement and rolled am

Posted By Ellen On 01.03.2013 @ 7:18 am

the date hangs in the air and the piece of work hangs before it unfinished but the chalkboard said tuesday the letters stitched together by purple waves and monday night holds only hours when really days are necessary

Posted By Ellen On 12.16.2012 @ 8:27 pm

part of my past that i remember most clearly was when my friend’s boyfriend had broken up with her at a big relay for life celebration. Me and my other friend were with her as she cried in the portapotty. i told her don’t worry it will just be part of your past one day.

Posted By Ellen On 11.28.2012 @ 4:41 pm

you’re supposed to satisfy me. you should satisfy me. you’re pefect. but i’m not completely satisfied. why? i still want something else. i just can’t admit it aloud to even myself. why? why am i still holding onto something that rejected me? it’s not supposed to be like this! i’m supposed to move on and coninue with life. he did. he’s over it. why? why can’t we be together? why? the question of the hour.

Posted By Ellen On 11.19.2012 @ 12:50 pm

once i spent four dollars on a necklace it had broken pearls yesterday i broke your pearls and today i feel guilty forgive me for breaking the pearls and i will give you my necklace

Posted By Ellen On 11.10.2012 @ 6:47 pm

Happiness. What even is it? It is so abstrast, so intangible, smoke through fingers, clutching at it, grasping for it. Chasing after happiness? Or letting it come to you, waiting?

Posted By Ellen On 10.07.2012 @ 2:08 pm

The fabric falls across her cheek, so soft to the touch. And yet it is rough. So many at once. Like a swing across the trunk of a tree. Swinging in the breeze. Clouds overhead. Droplets falling down over the blades of grass. Soft and cool, new

Posted By Ellen On 09.01.2012 @ 9:01 pm

I have friends. I do. Always have. But the problem is … they’re darlings. They’re my babies. I had five kids, so that I would have five friends. I wouldn’t need anyone to be my friend. But now I have five kids, and they have friends; friends that aren’t me. And I need to be more than just a friend to them. They have each other; I have no one. And now I’m alone more than ever.

Posted By Ellen On 08.31.2012 @ 9:27 am

there are a lot of magazines that cover a huge number of topic bases. for the most part they are compendiums of colourful information on glossy paper, shorter than a book but longer than a pamphlet. there is a 21st century love of these to be on the topic of other peoples lives. My favourite magazine is Pick me up for the completely factual stories

Posted By Ellen On 08.28.2012 @ 1:28 pm

read pictures glossy fake women whats happening recycle words entertainment up to date

Posted By Ellen On 08.28.2012 @ 11:22 am

a kitchen porter is a job i can’t have because i’m not entirely sure what it is. but im sure that would mean i wouldn’t get very far in the interview. that’s not a problem now anyway because i have a job and its so so . like everything. ups and downs.

Posted By ellen On 08.18.2012 @ 3:17 pm

The doorknob turns, but the door doesn’t open. I try again, this time pushing my weight against the door too. Still nothing. I’m stuck. I begin to look around for something I can pry the door open with.

Posted By Ellen On 07.13.2012 @ 4:07 pm

“Kat?” “Yeah, Lissa?” “Maybe it’s time you let it go.” Kat sat in silence pondering the astonishing complexity of that one small idea. Let go. Could she really? She knew she could. Would she? That’s where things get complicated.

Posted By Ellen On 07.10.2012 @ 8:51 pm

No one ever stops to think about how mundane it is to be a turbine. I mean, the first few spins through the open air are enjoyable. Once the initial thrill has worn off, however, the rest kinda suck. Not because they aren’t important… More because I’ve seen it all before.

Posted By Ellen On 07.09.2012 @ 10:17 pm

are nice, i used to have a pair. I think they should be in fashion again tbh. I love people who paint in overalls because it’s something that you always see in the movies. I prefer just plain denim overalls and not the coloured ones, they arn’t classics.

Posted By Ellen On 07.08.2012 @ 7:37 am

Rackets are what you use for tennis and badmintons. Sometimes love is like a racket, you have to use it so that the game will continue.

Posted By ellen On 06.10.2012 @ 4:10 pm

It was a necessity, it was as important as eating, or sleeping, or McDonald’s fries were to Aunt Sue. I needed that car to leave the god forsaken town and it was my only way out. It was my way to escape and this flat was about to fuck that up.

Posted By Ellen On 06.02.2012 @ 5:49 pm

“What are you doing down there?” she said with a laugh.

I peeked out at her from under the table. Her head was bent over, so it looked like she was about to be folded in half.

Posted By Ellen On 05.04.2012 @ 9:42 pm

The beautiful swan glided across the pond and looked toward the brilliant sun. It was almost as if it was worshipping the yellow orb. Suddenly, from around the reeds, two more swans approached, honking loudly and flapping their wings. Their flapping increased in urgency the closer they got to the lone swan.

Posted By Ellen On 04.20.2012 @ 4:42 pm

im fixing a hole where the rain went in to stop my mind from wandering where it will goooooooo. oh o h oh oh ah. I’m filling the hole where it’s… cant remember the rest. fixed income. dj shadow song. fixing things. just saw a stumble upon page about stairs. fixing stairs. fixing my hair when its windy outside, ut right now its like really beautiful day, in march, in canada. fixed

Posted By Ellen On 03.21.2012 @ 11:57 am

A dog. It was just a dog. But yet there was something so special about it. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. It had a light blue collar with a heartshaped locket.

Posted By Ellen On 01.27.2012 @ 6:49 am

Lillies of the Valley spring forth from the night. I picture their petals dripping with dew, practically smelling their sweet scent as I picture that night, immersed in the memories.

“What’s your favourite flower”, he asks again, sighing as he tries to reset my password for me.

Posted By Ellen On 01.08.2012 @ 9:08 pm

I held my glass of champagne tightly, excitement tingling through my bones. 5…4…3…2…1…We cheered loudly as the clock struck, ringing in the new year. We raised our glasses high and tossed them back. Here’s to new opportunities, second chances, a fresh start. Here’s to new adventures. A life across the border. Here’s to you, 2012.

Posted By Ellen On 01.02.2012 @ 8:20 pm

I carved my name into his back and spit. How dare he walk away with everything that mattered to me? My nails shattered as I clenched my fists. I kicked him down and walked away, filled with remorse. How could I hurt him? Even if he broke every part of me, I would still need him. And now he’d never see it.

Posted By Ellen On 12.26.2011 @ 6:57 pm

I should really study. I have 3 tests next week. In fact, I have an essay due tomorrow that I’ve barely started. But I miss my William. I miss being loved. I miss everything I had and gave up. I want to wallow in misery and I want to forget it all. But I can’t. So I’m avoiding the reality of my homework for the mindnumbing effect of the internet.

Posted By Ellen On 11.22.2011 @ 10:58 pm