Entries By Heather
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punishment
You are punished for both the things you do and the things you don’t do. Sometimes, punishment is a good thing. It helps you learn what is acceptable and what is not. It makes you more responsible.
Posted By Heather On 08.14.2011 @ 7:46 pm
near
near, far, where ever you are!!! This word rhymes with fear, tear, sear cear, plear, ..clear, those aren’t all words, but… Spelled backwards it is raen. Near, near, near near, near, near close, it means close,
Posted By Heather On 08.13.2011 @ 5:13 pm
discovery
I think that every day can be a new discovery. I like discovering new people, places, and things. Discovery is an important tool in creativity. Discovery is not just about making something new it can also be about discovering things that you love, discovering things about other people.
Posted By Heather On 08.13.2011 @ 9:58 am
driving
I was driving down the road towards the end of world when it happened. I guess I should have expected it, being the road to the end of world and all. But yes, of course, the world ended. It was quite sudden. I was simply driving along, and then I wasn’t. Instead I was floating.
Posted By Heather On 08.10.2011 @ 10:26 am
brick
i love bricks. bricks are red and rectangular. they are hard and will kill you if thrown in a close distance! ouch1 charlie!
Posted By heather On 08.08.2011 @ 1:44 pm
canvas
I painted on this canvas my heart and soul. I painted on this canvas my blood and bones and I did not stop until all that was left upon the floor were my eyes and arms, because i could not finish. I cannot finish. I cannot reach now and I am not done.
Posted By heather On 08.07.2011 @ 9:51 pm
If you need a sign, this is it. Good luck with whatever you’re doing.
Posted By heather On 08.07.2011 @ 5:29 pm
lock
Scoffing, the tyrant slammed the contraption shut over her legs, spikes piercing through her thighs. Smiling at her screams, he flipped the lock closed, patting her writhing form on the shoulder as he walked away.
Posted By heather On 08.06.2011 @ 9:10 am
manager
He was a manager at a branch in downtown middle-of-nowhere and he hated his job. Bored, he would sit in his office day after day and stare at the rubix cube (unsolved) that he kept on his desk. Perhaps someday he would solve it. But for now, he would simply stare until maybe it solved itself.
Posted By Heather On 08.04.2011 @ 7:15 pm
level
He said “I wasn’t on his level.” He had soared to great heights. While on the ground he’s lost not found and revels in the fights.
Posted By Heather On 08.04.2011 @ 8:00 am
boiling
Ja’k's eyes were aflame with anger, such a friendly spirit brought to violence was a terror that far surpassed anything Thorn could have rendered onto him. The boy whimpered, terrified by the frightening presence before him, as he watched the man boiling with anger, he felt as though his heart stopped.
Posted By heather On 08.02.2011 @ 11:40 am
root
The root of all evil is not what people think it is. In fact, it is a small piece of chocolate that sits on a table in the middle of a desert somewhere outside of Cairo, in Egypt. It never melts, of course, because it’s the root of all evil.
Posted By Heather On 08.02.2011 @ 10:58 am
wings
Green flowed like water over her shoulders, leaves sprouting from her skin and flowers decorating the vines that wrapped themselves around her body. Branches stretched out into wings of the forest, arcing up as her body grew into an extension of the woods. Gaia in her favored form.
Posted By heather On 08.01.2011 @ 9:39 am
muse
He walked slowly through the alley, around him time seemed to stand still. Her face alight with anger, sparked something deep in his mind. Her beauty was overwhelming, her body arcing into blessed effigies of glorious death. A smile danced across his lips as he watched her tear through the thugs like paper. His maker, his mistress, his muse of destruction.
Posted By heather On 07.30.2011 @ 9:48 am
amuse
Red lips curved downward in a melodramatic show of displeasure. Blood trickled down her cheeks as the woman frowned at the thug before her. “Now now,” She cooed, her soft voice hauntingly sweet. “I thought knives amused you.” She laughed over his whimpering, tracing a finger through the trough she had carved through his leg.
Posted By heather On 07.29.2011 @ 10:51 am
thunder
Thunder I heard it just now. Clapping did i see something move to the right of me. Where did it go what was it? Was it just the noise? Was it the moment? Who was there I don’t know but i thought I heard thunder. But through this muffled air conditioning it was probably just a car door or something stupid. Doesn’t explain what I saw however. Life is weird sometimes like that.
Posted By Heather On 07.26.2011 @ 9:14 pm
lightning
Light struck the earth with unholy fury, sending the animals scattering from the forest. Evil laughter poured from above, the unnatural god looming over the forest.
Posted By heather On 07.25.2011 @ 3:24 pm
violet
Gentle fingers caressed the soft petals with such gentle repose that didn’t exist in their world. His face was expressionless as he looked at the violet, letting the simplistic beauty of a flower wash over him for a moment.
Posted By heather On 07.22.2011 @ 9:12 am
roses are red, violets are blue…..violets aren’t blue though. they’re purple. so why is it that they say violets are blue? were these odd violets? maybe to signify the rarity of their love? that’d make sense. who knows. plus who wrote that poem to begin with? Bet they wish they’d have patented it….
Posted By Heather On 07.21.2011 @ 10:38 pm
violent
The word stuck to her tongue like honey as she repeated it back to her hysteric brother. Her composure, as always, was collected like Death itself, this shit happens. Thade, shaking, pressed the knife closer to his sister’s throat, tears slaughtering his attempt to ask the question again. “Why?” She asked, amused like a rabbit who was entertaining the wolf as it thrashed around helplessly. “Because I can.”
Posted By heather On 07.21.2011 @ 9:19 am
trophy
its an award that you win when you do good things or when you participate in a local sport as a child. It can be used to show success or just that you even tried to do something. most people like to show off their trophys i don’t know many people who hide them in a closet like oh no i didnt do that, theyre shiny too =)
Posted By heather On 07.18.2011 @ 2:08 pm
sticks
Thorn lofted a brow with keen interest in the boy before her. He had been accosting a young girl, thrusting his hedonistic urges upon her in a way most foul. Thorn smiled, a sweet sickly expression that chilled him to the bone. “You like poking your stick into things, eh?” She asked quietly, twirling a small twig in her fingers. The boy gulped and looked at the monster before him with terror. His scream echoed in the metal room as the stick was thrust unceremoniously into his thigh. The sickening crack tugged at Thorn’s smile as the wood splintered off into his muscle.
Posted By heather On 07.18.2011 @ 10:24 am
i like sticks but not the kind everyone else probably writes about. i like to smoke sticks. and the sticks i am talking about are blunts.
Posted By Heather On 07.18.2011 @ 9:07 am
cigarette
Those things kill you but that doesnt mean they are attractive. sometimes I hate them, but most of the time I’m craving them. They make you look hipster right? Wrong. You just look like you’re trying way too hard to be ironic and edgy. not cool. sorry. WOah I get that you need something to calm you down, but really? REAALLY? You resorted to that? I’m so sorry dear. I thought you were better, but we all think that once right? Yeah, such is life.
Posted By heather On 07.16.2011 @ 3:48 pm
bow
hair pretty tie keep it in your hair where did your bow go there it is i have been looking for this one keep your bow in what a pretty bow this one matches your dress where did you get that bow what a cute idea a bow keeper too cute
Posted By heather On 07.14.2011 @ 1:44 pm
mean
Thade laughed enthusiastically. “Thorn’s not mean, she’s just hateful.” Ja’k perked a brow at him, a frown sliding across his face. “No, I’m pretty sure she’s heartless.” Beside the two of them, a gentle cough made them jump. Cold, lifeless hands crept across their throats and between them a voice whispered. “She’s perfect.”
Posted By heather On 07.11.2011 @ 9:03 am
chores
Chores are things you have to do that contribute to the overall, general well-being of the immediate environment and those who share it with you. The word has a negative denotation, probably because it implies an obligation. No one likes to feel obligated or required to do anything, and the feeling of being trapped often leads to rebellion for rebellion’s sake. It’s much easier to do tasks that seem voluntary in nature, rather than required.
Posted By Heather On 07.08.2011 @ 11:33 am
cast
Musicals. Costumes. Voice. The epitome of talent. Joining the cast of a musical or a movie has got to be eye opening for sure. It’s a great feeling to become part of a team that creates something for a whole audience to enjoy. I yearn to do this.
Posted By Heather On 07.06.2011 @ 3:37 pm
stem
plant animals eat herbivore nature growth in humanity, internal growth, self worth, we’re all seeds, we all come from nature, we are all stems, acid trip, ground, cows, chicken, farmland, bonnaroo, god, sam sounds like stem minus the t and with an accent
Posted By heather On 07.06.2011 @ 1:15 am
