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season
Because the seasons change, so do our memories. Our thoughts, lives and entities change more than we’d like to admit, so each season represents the cleansing of our lives and the rebirth of something new. Each season is unique in its own way; summer is reminiscent of puppy blues and white dresses, while winter, though also fond is white, does so in a crisp, yet unforgivable manner, a model on a runway staring condescendingly down the catwalk at her assembled audience of cameras, clipboards and nodding heads.
Posted By Emma On 12.20.2012 @ 5:46 pm
sate
I wasn’t sure what the word sate meant, but as I looked up into the man’s face everything else seemed to dissapear. “Sate?” his word broke through my haze. I shook my head. “Sorry. I don’t know that one.” “Perfect. That means you pass. I don’t want a know it all as my wife.” we both laughed. “When’s the wedding?” “Tomorrow.” as soon as the words left his lips, my men streamed in from all the doors and he was immediately held down. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. “You, did not pass, however. You’re under arrest for killing the prince and impersonating him.” “How’d you know?” “He’s already married.” “To whom?” “Me.”
Posted By Emma On 12.19.2012 @ 2:04 pm
game
games are for losers or people who just like to have fun, if that’s what you’re into
Posted By Emma On 12.18.2012 @ 2:53 pm
It was the thing she did on Tuesdays, Every Tuesday pretending to be someone else, in a game. Roll the dice and make some shit up about who you are and what action you are taking in any given scenario, in a game. Play with the other people around you who are equally as disinterested in their every day lives, in a game. Its a game.
Posted By Emma On 12.18.2012 @ 2:51 pm
He thought it was all a game. But as she stared down at his innocent face, she realized he would never see sunshine, never see the sky. Never see his father. And it was her fault. As men in big black suits came to take him away, she felt cold metal against her hands and a man hold her back. And they took her baby. Away. Forever. She screamed out, and he realized it wasn’t a game anymore, and… it was her fault.
Posted By Emma On 12.18.2012 @ 12:23 pm
five
i just morph these words into something i want to write about i apologize for the five finger discount i put on that piece of chocolate at the candy factory five years ago or was it four years ago
Posted By Emma On 12.17.2012 @ 4:46 pm
five nurses gathered around the receptiondesk looking at me in sypathy, In the corner of my eye I could see Jenny, sitting awkwardly on a chair staring at the drops of rain and the gloomy blue sky she looked lost and confused…it was weird seeing her like that my last memory of her was when she was dancing around in a satin communion dress , she was so spirited and joyful now she looked so far apart from that. I nervously walked towards her she didn’t see me coming, what was I going to say? …as I took each step closer to her it was like walking back through memory lane this wasn’t the first time I had been called into the hospital due to mam…..the hospital smelt of sanitiser and cleanliness . I sat down beside Jenny she didn’t even acknowledge me, I could sense her coldness towards me ‘Jenny?’ I said , she turned her head and just looked at me with no emotion in her eyes and automatically lifted herself from the chair and walked off.
Posted By emma On 12.17.2012 @ 12:03 pm
five nurses gathered around the receptionion desk looking at me in sypathy, In the corner of my eye I could see Jenny, sitting awkwardly on a chair staring at the drops of rain and the gloomy blue sky she looked lost and confused…it was weird seeing her like that my last memory of her was when she was dancing around in a satin communion dress , she was so spirited and joyful now she looked so far apart from that. I nervously walked towards her she didn’t see me coming, what was I going to say? …as I took each step closer to her it was like walking back through memory lane this wasn’t the first time I had been called into the hospital due to mam…..the hospital smelt of sanitiser and cleanliness . I sat down beside Jenny she didn’t even acknowledge me, I could sense her coldness towards me ‘Jenny?’ I said , she turned her head and just looked at me with no emotion in her eyes and automatically lifted herself from the chair and walked off.
Posted By emma On 12.17.2012 @ 11:57 am
due
It was due time that she went to visit him in the laboratory. She climbed onto the moving sidewalk, sat there for a while, and then got off as it stopped at the lab. She hesitantly got off the sidewalk and proceeded into the building, she walked through a maze of glass rooms. Until she came to his. Each time she saw him, it scared her thoroughly again. His frail body, the same she had kissed and hugged and held hands with, now lay in a bed, unmoving with wires attached to it, and the accident came back into her mind and the memory made her wipe tears away.
Posted By Emma On 12.16.2012 @ 2:55 pm
stir
stir in the butter stir your hips, not for them for yourself stir up trouble, without thinking about the consequences because who really thinks about the consequences
Posted By Emma On 12.15.2012 @ 2:24 pm
living
1. i am still living but i don’t want to be here i dont want to go
2. the significance of life depends on the time and what mood you’re in
Posted By Emma On 12.14.2012 @ 6:03 pm
patient
“Her name is Alexandra Joy!” I exclaimed in delight. My husband, so patient through the whole ordeal, came over and a smile of rapture took over his handsome features. “Perfect.” he said.
Posted By Emma On 12.14.2012 @ 7:30 am
Mom smiled gently at the child sporting giant tears balanced on the edge of her eyelids. “Leah,” she whispered quietly, “I love you. A tantrum won’t change that, or Satan trying to make you and me mad. God will help us. It just might take a little while.”
Leah smiled in disbelief. “Thank you, God, for patient Moms. THANK you!”
Posted By Emma On 12.13.2012 @ 11:21 am
presented
well presented is pulling down my skirt or pulling up my pants or adjusting my shirt so the lace doesn’t show through it’s checking my face in the mirror running my fingers through my hair pouring orange tic tacs into my mouth after lunch it’s glossing over everything, so my face isn’t dry and my lips aren’t chapped
Posted By Emma On 12.10.2012 @ 6:41 pm
methods
How it is done, how we do it what should we do if we don’t know what to do.Can we do nothing if we do not have metjods for if you think something out are you not using a method.When you cook are you not using a method .I like baking cookies and bacon and sailing because it is fun
Posted By Emma On 12.09.2012 @ 10:53 pm
The first thing that comes to mind, weirdly enough, is the brand of cleaning supplies called “method.” I guess I love to clean a little bit too much. I didn’t used to like to clean then one day I decided to start, and now it’s become like an obsession, like a ritual that I must do every week or I won’t be able to carry on.
Posted By Emma On 12.09.2012 @ 1:09 pm
roof
sitting on your roof, you dropped your phone it was still in one piece, so we came to the conclusion that anything that fell off would be ok we went up there more often after that
Posted By Emma On 12.06.2012 @ 7:13 pm
higher
i can only think of lyrics or posts or other people’s words I’m so jealous of everyone i hate im sorry this had nothing to do with your prompt try getting better words or giving me a clearer head
Posted By Emma On 12.04.2012 @ 3:53 pm
both
there is no both of us i wish there was but you live half way across the country, and you have other friends, and it’s pitiful for me to even think about you
Posted By Emma On 12.03.2012 @ 3:20 pm
cook
my mom makes the money in our house my dad stays at home and cleans and does the dishes and does the grocery shopping but my mom still cooks dinner
Posted By Emma On 12.01.2012 @ 9:21 pm
himself
he is a bird within a tree flying with place in time and maple leaves are falling out of his surgically-removed tonsils from four years ago, such a big deal. Balls of steel are moving forward, but he is in a tree, and he is okay. He will let go when the time comes, and no sooner.
Posted By Emma On 11.30.2012 @ 8:08 pm
rise
the cake never rose and the party was awful i was too lazy to go out to the store to buy new batter I’m sorry
Posted By Emma On 11.29.2012 @ 7:40 pm
past
my past is not complicated even though i want it to be I want something/ someone/ some event/ some place to collect some of my emotions, but there is only me alone everyone goes past, my eyes cannot make them stop
Posted By Emma On 11.28.2012 @ 5:33 pm
its insane how much it affects my present. every day im stumped baffled and plagued by the thoughts of the events of my past. i feel it in my head in my heart in my actions. i want to shake it and i can only when the present outweighs my past. it does. but whats truth? when you never got any closure of what was real and not.
Posted By emma On 11.28.2012 @ 3:03 pm
under
I’ve already written about this word twice. I have beautiful flowing works under this word. I will not be doing it again. If this is what goes on my account, so be it. Just because I hadn’t logged in, I couldn’t keep my work. Don’t worry, I screencapped it all.
Posted By Emma On 11.28.2012 @ 6:35 am
I was going under. I could feel it. I’d struggled for so long, and then been blessed by a too long, too brief period of respite from my own troubled thoughts. I knew it was only a matter of time before the happiness was exposed as a sham. I knew it would come to get me sooner or later. Too much time spent feeling positive, and the negativity comes back in full force. I was going under again, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Posted By Emma On 11.28.2012 @ 6:25 am
local
i still call the town i moved from home local means nothing, its not where im at that matters it’s where i want to be the locals are not nice
Posted By Emma On 11.26.2012 @ 6:27 pm
