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I used to want to live in Manhattan. Was a childish dream of mine, I wanted to be Carrie from Sex in the City, and I always thought life was going to end up like that. I mean, it’s no where near close to over, so I guess it still could. I’m very unlucky in love, and my writing is only bound to end up as a journalist. So maybe I will be able to live in New York City as Carrie just like I always wanted in life.

Posted By Hope On 05.17.2013 @ 8:30 am

The man sat at the counter with his expresso and waited patiently. Rather, he waited in what he believed to be a patient manner. His tan trench coat brushed the floor and he lifted it a tad to avoid the puddle of cold cappuccino on the tile below his vinyl padded bar stool. He adjusted his brown fedora over his eyes, giving him the air of mystery and [end time] raised his newspaper once again. He had a hunch he’d be waiting for quite some time yet.

Posted By Hope On 04.22.2013 @ 12:45 pm

The professor brusquely glided down the hallway and whipped around the corner, her magenta cloak whirled behind her in a whispering swirl of folds of silk. Her normally slick hairstyle had curled tendrils escaping from the tight bun at the base of her neck. Tonight was no night for organization, tonight was a night of reckless abandon. [end time] She reached the chrome garage doors and flung them open. She glided to the ebony and metallic silver motorbike and hopped aboard. In one slick motion, she turned the ignition, revved the engine and took off into the black, starlit night.

Posted By Hope On 04.21.2013 @ 8:44 pm

I stepped up onto the platform, coffee in hand. The door swished closed behind me and I grabbed one of the handrails. I pondered the boy across the aisle, imagining our life together and how perfect it would be.

Posted By Hope On 04.19.2013 @ 3:03 pm

The milkman placed the carton of glass bottles at the door and smiled brightly at his finished work. This was the last house on the block and the final house of the day. Just as he was about to step from the stoop, he lost his footing and landed face first [end time] in the soil. As he was picking himself up from the muddy ground, the door opened and a blonde woman in a pink frock stepped into the sunlight and stared at him cautiously. As he looked up into her bright, shining face, he suddenly became very aware of his predicament. He rose hastily, coughed, tipped his hat and the woman in the pink frock and began to walk away. Suddenly he heard, “Wait Mister, wait!” He turned to see the blonde daintily running towards him. he smiled inwardly.

Posted By Hope On 04.15.2013 @ 12:50 pm

These vines wrap around the fenceline at my neighbors house. We share one of the fence lines, and I follow the vines with my fingers often enough to know where each one starts and ends. I’ve often had dreams of painting them, and letting them wrap themselves around my heart. I’ve always thought that would be a better use of such a beautiful thing.

Posted By Hope On 04.06.2013 @ 10:23 am

returned is the feeling you get at the end of missing someone. the word you think of when you hug someone you love for the first time in a long time. the sense of warm comfort you feel when you have something back; something that should have never been taken away, and it’s going nowhere.

Posted By Hope On 03.07.2013 @ 3:01 pm

i am a weakling, i suffer with depression but i am too afraid to tell anybody, except my boyfriend who i tell it is just down to the contraceptive i use. i feel so weak. all. the. time

Posted By Hope On 03.03.2013 @ 3:13 pm

Honestly, the girl was confused and had no clue where she was going. She was cold, dirty, alone, and she was down to her last cigarette. She flicked her greasy, dirty blonde hair over her shoulder and covered her shoulders even more with her raincoat. She was far from Sanctity.

Posted By Hope On 02.15.2013 @ 6:39 am

The salesman had worn his new grey suit that day, and he looked down at it anxiously as he clutched the manila envelope. Its contents would soon change his life. He took a deep breath for what felt like the third time in twenty seconds and bravely entered the boardroom.

Posted By Hope On 02.07.2013 @ 7:07 pm

Claims are just people’s opinions on certain things. Like he claims he didn’t do it. Or he claims that he loves me. These accusations have to be proven in order for them to be understood.

Posted By Hope On 02.06.2013 @ 4:27 pm

I wonder how many pieces of things I’ve included the phrase “I think” in. I wonder how often I actually do what I say and think things through, instead of just using it for prose. I wonder how often anyone thinks things through before they do anything about what they’re thinking about in the first place. And here I am wondering about thinking, instead of actually going through what I said I wondered about.

Posted By Hope On 02.05.2013 @ 5:57 pm

Words trip and fall from my tongue like rocks, like my speech is a landslide, and we are both caught beneath it, trapped in an avalanche of broken promises and hapless romances torn by time and erosion.

Posted By Hope On 01.14.2013 @ 5:54 pm

Sure, it’s okay that you don’t love me anymore. Sure, I don’t need anything from you. Sure, you can have that. Sure, that’s fine. (it’s not really fine) Sure, I guess.

Posted By Hope On 12.31.2012 @ 12:00 am

i went to sub way and got a five foot long and it was so goood i ate all of it i was a pig that day i had a good time now i am fat!!!!!!

Posted By Hope On 12.18.2012 @ 6:51 am

i resented my play at the whole intire student body of sljh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By Hope On 12.11.2012 @ 11:04 am

a object for a class so you can get a good grade!!!!!

Posted By Hope On 12.03.2012 @ 10:57 am

the sun rises so beutifly and the wold should be so thankful for all the power of the sun to everybody in the nation even Mr.google

Posted By Hope On 11.30.2012 @ 6:56 am

i went in the kitchen and i tryed to get the cookies but i didnt know were they were so i looked under the sink and there they were

Posted By Hope On 11.28.2012 @ 6:52 am

today i will mesure an absolute value in kahn acadamy woow thats very hard to do even with a rice crispy treat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By Hope On 11.15.2012 @ 11:04 am

ARTS A MAGICAL PIECE OF ART OF WHAT YOU LIKE YOU MAKE YOUR OWN IMAGINATION!!!(YOU LOVE YOUR ART!!!!!!)

Posted By Hope On 11.14.2012 @ 7:16 am

the only person i now is me i am somebody and i like the song the somebody i used to now!!!!

Posted By Hope On 11.13.2012 @ 10:55 am

Draw a card from the bottom of the deck. No questions; take what you’ve been given. The only way to play.

Posted By Hope On 11.11.2012 @ 3:03 pm

Spent is such a truthful word. it sounds like what it is: short, angry, easily flung from the tongue as if on fire. It smolders; it rages; it it is barely contained inside its own skin.

Posted By Hope On 11.10.2012 @ 2:55 pm

I don’t even understand these noises that follow me throughout the day. A dull roar, that’s all it is. Your voice alone cuts through the white noise and for that, I am grateful.

Posted By Hope On 11.09.2012 @ 5:59 pm

The sound shakes my bones, a felling before a sound, and I see myself falling in space. We should be together, I think, but it isn’t the right time for that. What a fitting sound, what a lovely, daring sound to hear in those last moments before infinity.

Posted By Hope On 11.09.2012 @ 4:31 pm

i lay on the grund and i will stay there when and i can help you later

Posted By Hope On 11.06.2012 @ 10:13 am

i am on guard of my oreos cookies and i like oreos and all i wanted is a oreo!

Posted By Hope On 11.02.2012 @ 1:06 pm

I HAD A PRESENCE OF A COOKIE(OREO) WELL I WAS PRESENCE I JUTS WANTED A OREO!!!

Posted By Hope On 11.01.2012 @ 7:51 am

to shown by the lord and show him yourface and toshow him your voice a nd to show all the thhings to god so by the time you die youl be with him

Posted By Hope On 10.19.2012 @ 11:58 am