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catapult
once there was a medival knight named roger. he had a catapult that grew out of his yard. it was made from sinewy vines and rough branches and and was beautiful and dangerous at the same time. one day, the war began, and the king himself asked for the catapult. the knight refused, saying that the catapult was his wife. the king laughed and asked him nicely one more time. when roger refused again, the king sliced off his head and ordered his mean to unearth the catapult.
Posted By Hannah On 05.20.2013 @ 9:43 pm
manhattan
i’ve never been to manhattan… it sounds glamorous though. It sounds like Sex and the City, and pearls, and long black dresses. Suits, tuxes and things. Definitely a lot of things… A lot of sunglasses indoors, but not in a hick way, in a classy, “the sun never sets on a bad ass” kind of way
Posted By Hannah On 05.16.2013 @ 4:40 pm
celestial
The stars were lit up in colors I hadn’t known it was possible for stars to be. They always looked kind of silvery-white to me before, but they were different somehow that night. Outlined in silver, but a rainbow of colors showed through – metallic sort of pinks and blues and purples. I felt myself craning my neck as I stared up into what felt like forever.
Posted By hannah On 05.11.2013 @ 7:23 pm
soap
Sudsy & refreshing, the ultimate blessing during a catastrophe. Simple & unglorified, but priceless when scarce.
Posted By Hannah On 05.09.2013 @ 2:09 pm
burning
funny you should mention it, thats what i have been doing. it is what i have been born to do. it’s as though i was meant to do this,always and forever. until the end and my time should come, so help me god. but, this is all. it is everything. not the whole world could take it away from me.
Posted By hannah On 05.06.2013 @ 2:00 am
timeline
wow where to begin, you write a timeline in history. your life is a timeline. memories just fading and coming back to you while you lay awake at night when you’re 90. a timeline tells stories, in a way that large words can’t. that’s the thing. everything is a timeline, isn’t it?
Posted By hannah On 05.03.2013 @ 5:43 am
dissolve
I could feel everything that had once seemed solid dissolving around me, and I honestly had no clue how to cope with it. It was all too much – too overwhelming. Was there any way to stop this horrible process? It was starting to hurt, but what could I do about it? Nothing had happened yet – it was just waiting to.
Posted By hannah On 05.02.2013 @ 1:37 pm
ensue
i have no freaking idea what ensue means but i sounds like something someone really smart would say and i think its sounds like pursue so maybe its means chase or follow cause thats what pursue means and maybe their almost the same thing.
Posted By Hannah On 05.01.2013 @ 1:45 pm
The letters i wrote to him let the whole thing die. I didn’t know why I wrote them to him and then all of a sudden chaos ensued. If only i had let them burn in the fire. If only I had just let them slip from my mind, then maybe none of this would have happened and all would be quiet.
Posted By Hannah On 05.01.2013 @ 1:40 am
as the problem ensued i broke into a millions peices. my heart shattered my soul dead. She walked away failing the looking back bit you see in movies. Silently leaving behind an entire relationship.
Posted By hannah On 04.30.2013 @ 11:51 pm
enemies
He and Sebastian were enemies. He’d known that from the very beginning. It was entirely his fault. Okay, fine, it was absolutely his fault. But he hadn’t known he’d be replacing someone still at the school when he’d accepted the scholarship. He hadn’t known he’d be kicking his roommate from his much-loved position as captain of the Warblers. He supposed there was something ridiculously hot about being in love with the enemy as it were. After all, the hate sex was somewhat incredible. Sebastian had just… pinned him, he’d bitten him, dragged his nails across his back, had fucked him to the point that he’d literally bitten his pillow to keep from screaming out. There was something intoxicating about sleeping with his enemy. He knew he shouldn’t, shouldn’t let Sebastian fuck him like that, should turn Sebastian around and do it back to him, should show him who was boss. But he kind of liked it, actually. He liked the roughness, liked the feel of Sebastian behind him, nails in his shoulders and lower back, hand occasionally yanking his head back by the hair, and sometimes, when Sebastian was particularly annoyed at something he’d done during Warblers practice, he’d feel Sebastian’s hand on his throat. He should probably not let him do that last one in particular, but every time he did it, Hunter came within seconds, literally shuddering under him. In the end, Hunter decided hate sex was a lot better than the pair of them fighting constantly.
Posted By Hannah On 04.29.2013 @ 8:56 pm
bowling
i sat back in my chair as my arch enemy got a full strike, again… how am i supposed to beat that record with out cheating. Whats the problem with cheating i asked myself, this is very serious. I suddenly had an idea as to how i would win. i would you my superpowers… i used my head as i rolled the ball towards the pins, they all fell but one stubborn one, i stared at it, and it fell.
Posted By Hannah On 04.26.2013 @ 9:02 am
i sat back in my chair as my arch enemy got a full strike, again… how am i supposed to beat that record with out cheating. Whats the problem with cheating i asked myself, this is very serious. I suddenly had an idea as to how i would win. i would you my superpowers…
Posted By Hannah On 04.26.2013 @ 9:00 am
checkmate
she fell into the deep pit that i had dug in the ground in front of her. She had been stupid enough to leave the treasure by the oak tree where she was standing. it was mine now. i snapped my fingers, checkmate… i hoped she broke her neck on the way down.
Posted By Hannah On 04.23.2013 @ 3:52 pm
café
The man and woman met in an awkward café, where too much emphasis was put on the second syllable. They sipped at coffee knowing the other person did not like coffee. There was no exchange of words or looks. Just silence and wandering minds.
Posted By Hannah On 04.22.2013 @ 8:10 pm
metro
metropolitan. city life. business, busyness. cities and towns and transportation and buildings and skyscrapers that don’t even come close to scraping the sky anyhow because really who knows how to scrape the sky? gray and silver and black and blue. colors of cement and chrome and tears and salt and schedule. silver is beautiful but who knows when it becomes gray. metro.
Posted By hannah On 04.19.2013 @ 12:42 pm
so i went to the metro today, and there was this big guy, a cop, holding a donut. he sat next to me and he reeked of sweat. i watched him stuff this donut into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. you should have seen the way his mouth stretched to take that big bite!
Posted By Hannah On 04.18.2013 @ 8:59 pm
i hopped onto the metro at the station, hoping it would take me away. far away. anywhere but here. why? because here has memories, hundereds of them, and not good ones either. no walks in the park with a friend just bad memories with lots of gore.
Posted By HannaH On 04.18.2013 @ 6:37 pm
anchor
phil knew he had to do it. it was a sacrafice but he swam down and retreved the anchor. The sharks surronded him as he tried his hardest to remove the anchor from the iceburg. He began to lose concuiosen
Posted By Hannah On 04.11.2013 @ 4:56 pm
dashboard
On the dashboard sat a gyrating hula girl named Sandy. Sandy had only ever known the dusty land of that blue F-150, but that truck took her everywhere she’d ever want to go.
Posted By Hannah On 04.10.2013 @ 10:41 am
bagel
i love einstein brothers bagels. the plain ones with pink cream cheese. i can never remember if it’s raspberry or strawberry flavored. that’s insignificant anyways. they remind me of my aunt. she used to get us bagels from there. she passed away when i was in fourth grade. i still miss her sometimes.
Posted By hannah On 04.03.2013 @ 6:24 pm
I like bagels, yes I do. I want one right now, with salmon, cream cheese, capers, dill, a little lemon juice and cracked black pepper. I really want some lunch now. I think it’s time to go on a food mission, but now I want a bagel so bad and don’t know where to get one.
Posted By Hannah On 04.03.2013 @ 4:15 pm
plague
My mind is plagued with the fruitless conundrums of the world which surround me and eternally remain inescapable.
Posted By Hannah On 03.31.2013 @ 10:47 pm
I’m plagued by you. Every second of my day. You, you, more you. I love you. I hate my obsession, my love. You’ve infiltrated every corner of my mind. I close my eyes and you’re there, but as soon as I open them again I see you in every little thing around me.
Posted By Hannah On 03.31.2013 @ 2:51 am
Every year for Passover, we throw the plagues instead of just talking about them. Plastic cows, flies, cotton balls, etc. We have to prepare “plague bags” a few days before the seder and it’s become one of our traditions and beloved Passover events.
Posted By Hannah On 03.30.2013 @ 8:34 pm
bronze
bronze – the color of your skin after a day soaking up the sun pale in the beginning, but time escaped you and now look at yourself bronze.
Posted By Hannah On 03.28.2013 @ 3:27 pm
tornado
Tornado! Swirling and winding and it looks like a cone. Sometimes, when there was a tornado warning in my area, the family would huddle into the basement with flashlights and survival necessities — just in case the house blew down. It never did. But it was always a little exciting to go down there and pretend…
Posted By Hannah On 03.27.2013 @ 1:15 pm
listening
I hear noises all day. Some of them i don’t listen to, but others I pay close attention. Is someone talking to me or are they talking about me, Am i even important? did that bird just chirp because of me, or is he lonely. Maybe he just wanted to be heard. It’s hard to listen and be heard. You have to pick one or the other.
Posted By Hannah On 03.24.2013 @ 12:52 pm
bricks
Bricks. Just bricks. Trying to think of an idea and you hit a wall… of bricks. Just bricks. You want to write something decent? Bricks. It’s always bricks. If you want to write, that’s all you’re gonna get. Just bricks. Nothing more, nevermore. Bricks. This is a wall… of bricks.
Posted By Hannah On 03.22.2013 @ 11:14 pm
