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What is this word? I have never heard it. Wrath. Wrath. Wrath. Wha does it mean? Does it have somthing to do with wrack? The skills in my english are amazing, can’t you see? Or does it have something to do with anger? I’m not sure….

Posted By hanna On 06.13.2013 @ 2:02 pm

As I stood there with fright in my eyes, my face pale, eyes glazed, and my stomach being tied in knots, I was shocked. It was in a dark alley, on both sides of Apple and Pennsylvania street. Unknowing of who this man was, I stood, frightened, watching the body of what it looked to be a 40 something of man’s body lay still, left there to rot and decompose, blank.

Posted By Hanna On 06.11.2013 @ 9:23 pm

I know an old homeless man who lives in the dark alley from me. He was incredibly gross, but I know the old man couldn’t help himself. He was tall, about six foot, and not very pleasant looking. Not even the bugs waned to be around him. He slept on the ground, near the creek, and ate whatever he could find, left in the trashcans on the Main streets.

Posted By Hanna On 06.03.2013 @ 10:43 pm

so many homeless in this world. i knew God would give me a word like this. i was just pondering adoption and soup kitchens and He gives me this. i want to do something for God in this world, but i feel like i need a nod in the right direction. thank you Lord.

Posted By hanna On 06.03.2013 @ 3:01 pm

beer was bitter. i didn’t enjoy it much, but much more than other alcohols. i didn’t like the feeling of drukenness either. so i didn’t drink it. but somewhere in me i needed some rebellion. so instead of drinking the beer i threw up my dinner. and then i ate dessert and did that in as well.

Posted By hanna On 05.08.2013 @ 8:28 am

i felt like my insides were tearing. spliting from the ends in. why was i doing this to myself? my body didn’t want it, but my mind did. what was i covering up? loneliness? depression? a separation from God? probably all. i don’t want those now. All i want is Him.

Posted By hanna On 05.05.2013 @ 8:23 pm

Passover – God sent ten plagues to Egypt because Pharoh refused to let the Jewish slaves leave his reign. There were frogs, blood, boils, sick animals, wild animals, death of the first born, lice, locusts, and I’m missing two…what were the other two…hail! And the last one…oh well.

Posted By Hanna On 03.31.2013 @ 8:41 pm

From the beginning, things had been different for him. Always harder, always more pressure, and never clear why. Why him. Only years later looking back he realized all the hardship been worth it Because from the beginning, he had been destined to do great things.

Posted By Hanna On 03.26.2013 @ 1:47 pm

The blade sliced cleanly through the warrior’s chest. She crumpled to the floor with a groan. Her scarlet hair falling in her eyes. A groan of agony echoed the battlegrounds.

Posted By Hanna On 03.19.2013 @ 5:58 pm

I’m pained of doing work, going to school ,especially homework. My whole life is so tiring that I even have to take care of my baby sister.i wish I wouldn’t have to do all these things,I’m so pained.

Ps this isn’t true

Posted By Hanna On 03.19.2013 @ 11:56 am

Also can mean a lot of things. It can mean too. And mean in addition. It can mean oh and don’t forget. Also is a helpful word and without it you probably wouldn’t be able to write as well as you do. Don’t forget to use this word. It’s here for a good reason I assure you. Love the word. Embrace the word. Cherish the word

Posted By Hanna On 03.09.2013 @ 7:48 am

The pain traveling up my arm, the blood pooling at my feet. I never imaged that this would happen not even for a second. I all was some horrible mista

Posted By Hanna On 02.26.2013 @ 5:25 pm

put in place. like a horse. in a stall. yes. people think of you a certain way. not positive. maks you angryy to be

Posted By Hanna On 02.22.2013 @ 3:01 pm

fatigue hits the hardest when i know i have to face something i dont want to. i know that i need to stop. to give it to God. but thats my biggest problem, sometimes i just cant. and then ill do something i know is the opposite of what i want because it takes me to pleasure. and then i sleep.

Posted By hanna On 02.16.2013 @ 3:27 pm

when i walked into Bruegger’s for the first time it was a wreck. under renovation, more like. but i was the first person who had applied for the job and i wanted to seem like the absolute best candidate for the job, even though i already didnt want to work there. its like i was forced against my will.

Posted By hanna On 01.20.2013 @ 1:15 pm

i am slowly, internally destroying myself. my image, doesn’t matter. i’m healthy. my God knows this. He repairs what I destroy. His Grace, it’s felt and viewed by others aroudn me. I want to help. they spit in my face. it’s not a lie! they help destroy my faith. He rebuilds it stronger. Every. time.

Posted By hanna On 01.19.2013 @ 3:19 pm

i sat along the water. it reminded me of that last day at home. when i picked him up at 6. we sat in the car and napped along the blooming trees on the brick road. his hand on my knee. so happy. with his girlfriend back home thinking he was on the bus.

we were in love.

Posted By hanna On 01.11.2013 @ 7:24 pm

i cried all the time in high school. my emotionally abusive boyfriend left me feeling too much. now as a sophomore in college and a year after the relationship, i hardly cry at all. ever. there’s a wall. im working on it.

Posted By hanna On 01.11.2013 @ 7:19 pm

When the time is due, someone just has to die. It won’t be pretty, it’s never pretty, but it’s what happens and it’s something everyone has to accept. That’s how it works. How life works. How we all work and how nothing will ever stop working. Or if such a thing made sense, how we will all forever continue to work. Nothing will change us, the time is always coming and when it comes, we’ll just have to deal with it.

Posted By Hanna On 12.16.2012 @ 8:16 pm

When I can go jogging after 8 p.m.

Posted By hanna On 12.08.2012 @ 5:09 am

I really don’t like to be late. I try to be on time all the time, because to me time is very precious. People who are late upset me because I feel that they disrespect the most precious gift I have. Once time is spent, it can not be recycled, therefore I value it more than most things in my life.

Posted By Hanna On 11.22.2012 @ 10:08 pm

everything is empty, everything is gone, nothing is here…not even nothing. the air is empty, the feilds are barren and the sky is void of color. nothing remains.

Posted By Hanna On 10.12.2012 @ 2:13 pm

The beginning of spring is showing. Flowers bloom brightly with vibrant colours of the rainbow. A fresh layer of green grass has laid on every lawn, making every home ready for a spring cleaning session.

Posted By Hanna On 09.20.2012 @ 6:37 pm

The disdain of all society. The thing that is useless in super market isles. The main reason that celebrities earn a lot of money. Useless objects that really have no purpose in life and can really only entertain people in a doctors office. We should replace them all with Dickens novels, then maybe American society wouldn’t be so…well….stupid and uncultured.

Posted By Hanna On 08.28.2012 @ 11:31 am

I refuse to be a fly on your wall. I refuse to sit an watch as you throw yourself around. i refuse to be used by you

Posted By Hanna On 08.27.2012 @ 10:44 pm

Thomas searched the classroom, eyeing each individual student and seeing Ms Jacobs turn to sharpen her pencil. Finally, determined that no one could see, he placed his worn, tasteless Bubba Hubba under the desk, where it found a crowded home among other unwanted gum pieces of the lazy. If one were to turn that school desk over in order to examine the lengthy mountainous range of gum mounds, disgust would probably overwhelm them. However, once such disgust subsided perhaps wonder would flood in… When did this epidemic start?

Posted By Hanna On 07.25.2012 @ 5:20 pm

wtf does this mean? im serious. i really don’t know. it’s a pretty word i guess. like solar? reminds me of the sun a bit. bright and yellow. it sounds like a movie company. wtf. what is this. uhhh…ok/

Posted By hanna On 07.17.2012 @ 7:32 pm

This reminds me of the Bucket family from Willy Wonka. They don’t resemble buckets in any way and they are really adorable. especially the grandfather. The little boy Charlie is so cute and deserved the factory. Buckets are useful because they hold things. When you swing a bucket 360 degrees, something prevents it from spilling. One kid in 5th grade did this for a science experiment and it was pretty cool.

Posted By Hanna On 07.08.2012 @ 7:53 pm

yea, railroads.

Posted By hanna On 07.03.2012 @ 10:14 pm

it’s a necessity to sell this. I can’t do anything else but sell this. She needs school supplies and I have to get this sold. We also need food. Why did he have to walk out? She died 10 years ago, why give up now? This is complete shit. I hate this and I need to end mine soon. FUCK.

Posted By Hanna On 06.02.2012 @ 11:55 am