Entries By Heather
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village
It’s a small place. Tucked away under big dusty old trees, and you can hear the pigs grunting happily in the back as somebody is clanking a bucket on fence rails. There are dogs standing the dust, wagging their tails gently, grining, and looking entirely too smart for their own good. There’s a couple of children with snot dribbling down their upper lips. There’s a couple of crooked-looking people sitting in the shade of the porch. Some other folks with blocky heads and eyes that don’tr track very well come out of the only ope door,a nd stare at them.
Posted By Heather On 08.14.2008 @ 8:01 pm
feathered
I felt like a farmer’s prize rooster. Being poked and prodded, feathered and plumed to be put on stage for all to see.
Posted By Heather On 09.24.2008 @ 7:27 am
wildflower
I was walking in the field today and saw a patch of wildflowers. They were blue, yellow, orange and white. How beautiful! It reminded me of a cool fall morning on my way to school as a child. Where can I find these flowers again?
Posted By Heather On 09.14.2008 @ 11:23 am
I instantly think of fields…laden with blue bells or tall, whimsical flowers standing mightily in the breeze of a warm summer day. Wildflowers give the connotation that things are okay. No matter how “wild” you are, or how “wild” things can seem to get…wildflowers are a breath of fresh air. Letting us know that good can always come from the wild.
Posted By heather On 09.14.2008 @ 11:20 am
Varieties that can be found in the wild and are most abundant in the northwest. This flowers are usually not maintainable in a typical flower bed as they can be like a weed, over taking the bed. It is best to leave them in their natural habitat.
Posted By Heather On 09.13.2008 @ 8:48 pm
Today I saw a bunch of wildflowers on the side of the road. I love spring when these flowers burst into free bloom. I can only imagine a long time ago when there were no roads and businesses taking over fields.When I close my eyes I can see thousands of wildflowers cover hundreds of pastures. Bright splashes of colors as far as the eye can see.
Posted By Heather On 09.11.2008 @ 10:41 am
once picked a bunch of wild flowers of the side of the road to bring to marcy . we had a girls’ night and it was the best date ever. they were past their prime but still beautiful. my feet hurt because my shoes were too high.
Posted By Heather On 09.10.2008 @ 9:09 pm
My brain is like a field of wildflowers. There are many colors there. It’s all jumbled together you never know what you’ll find in there.
Posted By Heather On 09.10.2008 @ 7:27 pm
brick
it is red, black, boxy, and it makes the houses look great! I wish i had a brick house and then the fox thing cant blow down my house. or what the heck is it called. brick brick brick. dont know what else to write. the end???????
Posted By heather On 09.07.2008 @ 8:48 pm
The sky was brick red, this close to the end of the universe. I sometimes wondered how I got to this point, sitting alone in a ship facing out into eternity. Everyone I ever knew was long gone, in the ensuing inferno, and I questioned whether leaving, in the end, had been truly worth it.
Posted By Heather On 09.07.2008 @ 9:14 am
they are red and are strong. why are the bricks so cool and why are they rectangular in shape. bricks are a symbol of strength and if throw at people they can hurt….
Posted By Heather On 09.06.2008 @ 7:59 pm
throw
throw away sorrows and days of old as a new revolution is in place and seeks to tear away the confines of time and ego
Posted By heather On 09.03.2008 @ 11:26 am
“You throw like a girl.” He called from the stands.
The next pitch knocked the popcorn box right out of his stubby fingers.
“Yeah.” she called back from the pitcher’s mound. “I do.”
Posted By Heather On 09.02.2008 @ 7:50 am
“Don’t throw your life away!”
Cliched words from a cliched old woman. I opened the door to my apartment, and stood aside.
“I’m not throwing anything away, mother. I am clinging to happiness.”
Then I pushed her out the door, never to speak to her again.
Posted By Heather On 09.01.2008 @ 5:39 pm
delay
Delayed again. Mitsuki sighed and shifted from foot to foot, waiting, almost interminably for the 807 train fromo Nagasaki that seemed doomed to never arrive. She’d heard the rumors, about the attacks, but not even that could stop the trains–could it?
Posted By Heather On 08.31.2008 @ 9:42 pm
daisy
Spring time, innocence. They remind me of a world that was simpler- a world full of promise, love, and hope. Daisies remind me of my faith, my future, my past. They symbolize my dreams.
Posted By Heather On 06.12.2008 @ 10:36 am
substance
anyone with knowledge and knows something interesting to talk about.
Posted By heather On 06.12.2008 @ 9:33 am
guilty
I feel a grief welling within me, from the core, that sits like an unburst bubble and sticks in my throat. instead of tears,I sit with a stony face. How can I grieve? How can I show emotion? It is not my parent who has passed; it it not my mother. I feel guilty that I wish to cry, and instead sit in slience, hurting.
Posted By Heather On 06.02.2008 @ 11:58 am
divide
I thought division was so hard in elementary school. I remember struggling with long division. My teacher even made up a dance to help us remember, but it didn’t help me. I hated division, didn’t understand the point. Now I’m tutoring a third grader named Trever, and he seems to be getting it, but I still have trouble explaining it.
Posted By Heather On 05.23.2008 @ 11:07 am
adore
Adore is something which you feel for someone whom you love so much that it feels impossible without them. It’s something everyone should know the feeling of.
Posted By Heather On 07.10.2008 @ 10:48 am
chrysalis
i have no idea what this word means. i want to say it looks like it would be some type of disease or maybe a flower. i dont know. i am going to think that it is a yellow flower that only blooms at noon everyday. that is in my dream world. oh me. i would like some chrysalis on my birthday please.
Posted By heather On 07.09.2008 @ 9:33 am
memory
memory is a funny thing. it can play tricks on you. sometimes you’ll remember something fondly that, at the time, wasn’t fond at all. and sometimes… well sometimes things may seem worse then they were at the time. like that guy you dated. memory is something that can help us to look back and contemplate.
Posted By heather On 07.08.2008 @ 10:55 am
pardon
Me. Did you just fart? No, i just needed to get past you. Oh.
Posted By Heather On 06.26.2008 @ 12:07 pm
grace
I don’t know much about grace. I’m not very graceful. I wish I could be more graceful. I knew a girl in high school that I always looked up to. She was nice to everyone. She was beautiful. She was a dancer. I saw her perform once. Her dance was graceful. That’s why I think of her when I hear the word grace. I hope she is doing well. I’m sure she is.
Posted By heather On 06.25.2008 @ 10:11 am
senses
I have five of them although I usually ignore the most potent ones. The ones that try to steer me in the right direction, or keep me out of trouble, yeah those are the ones I ignore. My sixth sense is deadly. It takes me on all sorts of adventures. I like to think that it makes me more keen, more aware and most definitely more charming. Can you sense what I’m saying? What I’m feeling?
Posted By Heather On 06.19.2008 @ 11:03 am
soothe
The soothing water smoothed over the milky white hands that had grasped eternity.
Posted By Heather On 04.30.2008 @ 3:42 am
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Posted By heather On 04.29.2008 @ 12:40 pm
sentence
exactly how might one determine a sentence? is it by the words used, or merely how bad one has been, or a bad use of words? the sentence for a sentence is probably a period of time in which one is forced to sacrifice his or her liver, intestines, colon, and semi-colon. what a detrimentally morbid sentence.
Posted By heather On 04.29.2008 @ 5:53 am
climb
I climb trees. I climb to the top. I hope I don’t fall. Climbing ropes can hurt your hands. I don’t want to burn my hands. That yellow nylon rope is the worst.
Posted By heather On 04.23.2008 @ 7:35 am
