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I was a pretty lady, everyone loved me. I was a born actress indeed. But I faced through many difficulties in life, the worst yet, airstream.

I was locked in a dark, cold chamber by my abusive father, it was my punishment for failing in my exams. This was 1948, the year of pain and misery, and May was the common season of test results. My mother was upset to see me so, but she didn’t care, I knew she was only bluffing to prove that she still loved me.

I am 9 years old. A little child with two plaits and a large purple dress. I was cuddling my teddy bear under the moonlight, hearing nature sounds and feeling scared. So I clutched Snow White (my teddy’s name) tightly and heard rustling.

The chamber was very rusty and old. It wasn’t that much of a chamber, more like a mess of a shed, near the lake. I hated being tormented like this, it was horrifying.

Later, my sister came up to me, crying, and she told me that my father had gone out and not returned for about five hours. She tried to let me out, but the lock broke. So I climbed through the roof and jumped onto my neighbor’s roof.

A helicopter passed by and clutched my head and body, pulling me up onto it. Politely, I curtsied and made a run for it.

That’s when I fell, feeling scary weightlessness, hurdling towards a nearby airstream.

I was stuck there. It’s been about 9 years now, no one has come for me. A lady in black tied a bracelet around my wrist, and every 3 years she took a bead off. She told me, when the beads have all gone, the airstream will no longer contain air.

Snow White has gone old now. Inside the cabinets were lots and lots of food, now I’m starving, with nothing to eat. Everything has run out and everything has gone.

A fire started a few hours ago, a kind couple helped remove the fire, but everything has burned including Snow White

So if you ever see me again, I’ll be a old maid, or maybe I’ll be dead. I led a very painful life and it was incredibly sad.

Please visit Chicago in U.S.A, I’m in a old forest, in a dumped airstream that’s fallen over and collapsed, so close to the lake.

I’m waiting here for you. I’m lonely, scared and crying since forever. I’m in a real state. From a gorgeous young princess, to a scruffy witch-like maid :(

Love and forever, Isabella

Posted By Isabella On 05.17.2013 @ 12:30 pm

i wish i could use soap and scrub away all my dreams. the last few weeks, practically every dream consisted of cheating on my boyfriend with another. it wouldn’t be so bad if i didn’t enjoy those dreams but i’ve always found myself wanting to go back to bed to continue that dream.

Posted By Isabella On 05.09.2013 @ 1:24 pm

history, time travel, happenings, past , present, future, wormhole.

Posted By Isabella On 05.03.2013 @ 4:50 am

I remember when the last time I went bowling~

I bowled a total of 67… needless to say, I am a horrible bowler. but it was a night hangout and if you know me, I love those.

bowling bowling bowling.

Posted By Isabella On 04.25.2013 @ 12:23 pm

Planter. Growing things, right? Growing… dreams, maybe?

Let’s all be planters. I’ve been one of those old people that sit on the porch watching weeds grow. I need to be the planter in my life. I can’t always leave things up to nature. Sometimes, she screws things over for all of us.

Posted By Isabella On 04.25.2013 @ 1:24 am

she wore a long trench coat that her mother gave her before incecedent the easy doing what she was doing but it was the life path she choose and if that her family could not see that she was correct then let god help them. lets just hope she is right

Posted By isabella On 04.09.2013 @ 6:52 am

she swings from the vines like she’s an animal. She keeps telling me that thats the way she gets to work. i look at her in disbelief because 1) she works in the city 2) we live in the country 3) the vines about 4 feet long

Posted By isabella On 04.05.2013 @ 7:04 pm

Things are fabricated out of thin air sometimes. It’s when something did not exist and then it just does, so it’s fabricated. It’s a real life, 3-d thing. Or you make something up. Fabricated.

Posted By Isabella On 04.02.2013 @ 8:36 am

her skined was recently spray tanned giving it that synthetic bronze look that she liked. she pounded on the makeup and put on her fake happy attitude and walked out the door. if she did this right no will ever know the she committed the murder.

Posted By isabella On 03.29.2013 @ 12:43 am

she clutched her fists tight as she walked towards the swirling matter. she stayed calm an the outside, but the truth is she was freaking the fuck out. walking into a tornado wasn’t the first vison when someone imagines your death sentence.

Posted By isabella On 03.28.2013 @ 12:34 am

she picked up her sward and left. with nothing as mush as a good bye. just like she was destined to fall in love with bill she was destined to fight for her county, and she had just made her choice on witch has more important.

Posted By isabella On 03.27.2013 @ 12:18 am

WHAT DOSE THIS WORLD MEAN? i honestly have no idea and because i dont know i am unable to write about said word ….. will YOU help me? teach me this foreign thing. show me the steps and i will follow. dont just leave me behind.

Posted By isabella On 03.25.2013 @ 6:37 pm

listening is an important part of any relationship…..but lucky for me im not in a relationship. its a good thing too because i am truly terrible at trying to comprehend a persons jumbled thoughts and not chime in with my own.

Posted By isabella On 03.24.2013 @ 1:47 pm

cities……….to begin to write about cities is to start on an endless path. Because there is so much to say about these large communities i will not start. the light are mesmerizing and the noises are so vivide with culture. WAIT, i siad i would not start and i will not. i refuse to go back on my word

Posted By isabella On 03.17.2013 @ 9:29 pm

cities……….to begin to write about cities is to start on an endless path. Because there is so much to say about these large communities i will not start.

Posted By isabella On 03.17.2013 @ 9:27 pm

blasted- like he blasted me with words he thrrew then at me. Not allowing me to sink in. To get these words of his chest. There was noting i could do or say before he annoced that he was gay. My parents never saw it coming. im his girlfriend how could i not see this? how did i not notice that mean girls was his favorite movie, not mine or that pink was his favrite color? i had no clue but how could i be so clueless.

Posted By Isabella On 03.15.2013 @ 9:56 am

What was that? My entire life I would have never dreamed this day would come. He was here, he had finally come for me. KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK. I open the door to see my one true love, the one I cherish. Before I could say a word, he got down on one knee. That was when my life began.

Posted By Isabella On 02.28.2013 @ 1:10 am

what is fatigue? blah! isn´t stupid to not think for yourself and let others start your ideas, well no, everything is allready made, so let´s let other people give us ideas

Posted By isabella On 02.17.2013 @ 3:37 pm

There’s something about the deaths she sees on television. Like, there’s something more out there. Something more that could be done. And it’s not just the fact that, for some reason, there are a lot more murders this month than the last. It’s the fact that somehow, something seems amiss…

Posted By Isabella On 02.03.2013 @ 7:55 am

I promise you that everything will be okay. By the time you’re an adult, things are far different than you think they will be, than what’s been projected and expected by you, as well as others. Things change, as do people. I promise you that one day, you’ll be a totally different person, and that the hard things you’re dealing with right now will all be things of the past. You’ll be able to look back and be things that you can appreciate and remember, and be proud of conquering.

Posted By Isabella On 01.08.2013 @ 4:55 pm

Once upon a time There was a little boy Who dreamt of being big and strong So he became an officer It wasn’t as easy as he planned to be

Posted By Isabella On 12.29.2012 @ 12:17 pm

my emotions stir up a large storm inside me. will this be how my life ends, with no friends no loved ones and no family will this be how i set my life up,? just so it can come falling down?… yes

Posted By isabella On 12.15.2012 @ 5:33 pm

the wrapping was plucked with tiny fingers; inside the womb of the package it lay

Posted By Isabella On 12.10.2012 @ 4:22 pm

they both were perfectly in love. and i sat down and envied them. there lips seemed to indent perfectly to accommodate one an others and there heats seem to beat as one. i sat down and wished upon one million shooting stars that i too could have that love that they shared.

Posted By isabella On 12.03.2012 @ 8:21 pm

object. everything is an object, you me your teacher the boy or girl you like, everything. but just because everything is an object dosent mean you should treat them like one, because they have feelings too

Posted By isabella On 12.02.2012 @ 2:19 pm

she cooked up a well planed murder…. she was not ganna let denis get away with this she could never let him do this to other women around the world, in fact right now he was heading to japan to meet kim-su his “love”. but if this is anything like it was with her kim-su would end up dead or damn near to it. she didnt like the idea of revenge but it was the only idea she had at the moment.

Posted By isabella On 12.01.2012 @ 1:09 pm

he looked at himself. he was now 49 and starting to look his age. something he was not used to. usally he looked younger, like a better version of himeself, when he was 20 he looked 18 and when his 34th birthday came around he looked 28. he stared into the mirror and relized the reason he was not pleased with himself, was not because of this body image, (and how could he, with his chiseled featuers and his perfectly toned body) it was because of his personality, he out of all his friends was the person that no body liked. and he was just now staring to get the message

Posted By isabella On 11.30.2012 @ 8:49 pm

My hands reach from the swarm of sheets To scoop their way to daylight That meekly peeks through blinds.

Posted By Isabella On 11.29.2012 @ 5:06 pm

Local My local town or hometown as most people call it is a small one. It is nestled in a corner of California It is very quite and it is my favorite place Once you get uSed to all the rich kids bragging about there money and there parents doing nothing but backing them up on there arguments (there not all like that) it a great place to just relax

Posted By isabella On 11.26.2012 @ 11:09 pm

soon he said as i stepped out of the prison cell i wasn’t completely aware of what he was talking about but by the way he pointed that knife at me i suspected he was going to hurt me. i walked comely out and made sure he couldn’t notice the fear in my eyes. he was 6 foot and around 200llbs he cold easily kill me, but i wasn’t about to let him know that.

Posted By isabella On 11.25.2012 @ 1:20 pm