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“Don’t -” Mickey’s voice cracks. Ian responds with a shake of his head, a smile creeping on his face, and his eyes becoming glassy. “We fucked up, what more is there to say.” “Just give it a bit more time?” “Times up Mick.” Mickey turns his back to Ian, and wipes his strained eyes. He takes a deep breath, and turns back around, “Don’t Go!” But Ian was right, it was too late, and his audience had gotten tired and gone home. The time its taken Mickey to grasp a hold of his feelings for Ian, has been the time Ian’s spent in his own sort of hell. Ian the ticking time bomb. Mickey was too late to cut the wire, and now Ian, his Ian was gone. As much as he hoped that he would return, to him, it was clear that perhaps he ought to give loneliness a try. Perhaps if he started down a long dark tunnel soon enough Ian would be there at the end, his guiding light. And only then will this punishment be over.Posted By Jessie On 04.08.2013 @ 10:18 am
i feel as if i have a plague right now…pink eye is definitely one of the seven plagues. goodness it must be i am going crazy. crusties surround my pupils and tears circulate inside my eyes, yet they are dry at the same time. so confusing. what the heckadillah is this conjectivits and where did i get it from?!?!?Posted By jessie On 03.31.2013 @ 2:28 pm
July is the 7th month in the year. It is usually the most hot in New York. Kids don’t have school and have time to relax in the sun. They enjoy going to the beach and playing in the sand and water. Many people like summer because it is a pleasant time of the year but others prefer winter. July.Posted By Jessie On 12.07.2012 @ 8:56 pm
i received the letter of a Friday. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did i know it was on its way but when it dropped through the letterbox on that sunny Friday morning my heart dropped with it. I knew that this letter could only hold bad news. News I wasn’t ready to hear but a letter must be opened…Mustn’t it? I held my breath and picked up the letter. The envelope was rich in texture and had the feel of luxuryt andexpense about it. I realised the irony as I held it. Such a luxurious exterior containing what could only be a horrible interior, bad news. No one wants to hear bad newsPosted By Jessie On 11.20.2012 @ 12:31 pm
Learning takes time. Some people learn to love, to lust, to forgive and forget. Theres lots of things to learn while you are growing up. What to do when you first fall in love, what to do when you have a fight, you learn to grow each and every day. Everyday somebody is learning something new. A baby is learning to walk, to talk, to crawl. Others are learning their first job, how to drive, how to type, how to write. It all depends on your age but we are all learning. Each and everyday, something new.Posted By Jessie On 02.12.2013 @ 9:21 am
The solution to everyone’s problem is right under our noses. It sits there, waiting for us to find it. What we don’t notice is, the solution suffers. It suffers every moment we see it, but ignore it. It suffers when we look at it straight in the eyes and turn away. We think there are thousands of solutions in the world. Well if there are so many solutions in the world, then why don’t we use them? Now that your thinking about it, you come up with a million excuses why we can’t use them like budgets or unethical reasons. These solutions we come up with aren’t solutions if we can’t use them. I’m looking at the solution right now, and it looks kind of like you.Posted By Jessie On 10.23.2012 @ 5:04 pm
“Come forth and claim your prize”, the annoucer said in a fake tone. I stood unsmiling among the crowd as Rebecca Gladson walked on the stage and was awarded first place. The principal, Rebecca’s father, shook her hand and gave her a bear hug. I knew what to expect from the talent show, but I had hoped that, just maybe, Principal Gladson might think someone else was worthy of first place other than his daughter. But, no. Rebecca had won first place in the River Middle School Talent Show for the past three years. She performed the same tumbling act each year, adding nothing new to it. Thank the lord eighth grade was almost over. Every time Rebecca won, the entire school would hear nothing other than “Yeah, I’m so talented” or “I feel really sorry for the losers, but some people just don’t have talent”. What drove me to compete this year, was a mystery. I was just happy that Plateau Highschool gave me a chance to shine. So, as Rebecca stood smiling on the stage, I stood and walked out with the haunting words I thirsted to be said to me. “Come forth and claim your prize”.Posted By Jessie On 10.22.2012 @ 3:17 pm
His teeth hurt that day, he wasn’t sure why maybe it meant someone was thinking about hi, or maybeit mean that he needed to go to the dentist. But nostly he thought that it was the government tracking chip that had been placed in him the moment htat he stepped onto mainlaind america, it was common practice now to chip newcomers.Posted By Jessie On 10.21.2012 @ 9:40 pm
I walk down the hallway. Everyone around is acting like wild animals. I jump out of the way to avoid their uncivilized behavior. I scream when two boys tumble together, intelocked, in a battle. I skip around them and mutter under my breath “Most likely over a girl”. Paper balls fly overhead. I duck to avoid impact. I hurry to my classroom. I see the door to my Earth Science class. “Salvation”, I whisper. I hear the minute bell and my heart skips a beat. I reach the door when a tan muscular arm stops me in mid-step. “What do you want Alex?”, I say in an irritated tone. “Only you, babe”, he says in a romantic tone that would make any girl melt like butter. Just not me. “Get lost”, I say in a bored tone. He smiles a heart stopping smug looking smile. I meet his eyes and he leans in to kiss. I put my hands up in protection. “Gross!”, I yell. “Get away from me”. I push him out of the way and step into my classroom. He grabs my arm from behind. I turn to scold him. His brown hair falls slightly over his eyes. His blue eyes look straight to my soul and come back with my memories and thoughts. I tear away from his stare. “Quit doing that”, I say through gritted teeth. He releases his grip from my arm and walks away. He returns to the uncivilized hallway.Posted By Jessie On 10.16.2012 @ 4:53 pm
bury a body. bury your feelings. bury your thoughts. your emotions. burying something is just hiding it, waiting for it to return. knowing you can always go back to it. it won’t disappear. it is never gone for good. it is just hidden for the time being. a way of an escape, for as long as needed. people bury things for different reasons.Posted By Jessie On 10.15.2012 @ 8:10 pm
This reminds me of the book 50 Shades of Grey. It’s not a great book, narrative-wise but everyone seemed to like it for some reason. Mr Grey was the dominant and Ana was the submissive. This word also reminds me of ‘dominant males’ in the animal kingdom. Lions and stuff. It also reminds me that I’m a pretty weak person, not at all dominant. Not with my friends or with my family.Posted By Jessie On 10.09.2012 @ 12:44 pm
The trail was long, winding. Nothing was quite the same though, the information I mean. Of course it was all true, every accusation, but there was something cold and distant. It was like an old folk tale, but not the usual kind, the type that sent shivers through your body. The ones full of frightening details that you didn’t want to think about. But all the same, there it was: The truth.Posted By Jessie On 09.21.2012 @ 9:09 pm
Separation is loss, because whatever it is, whether two people, whites and yolks, ideas or cheese, it is parts of a whole being taken from each other.
It is destruction, of whatever came before, of the whole, of a moment, of an entity.
It is change, the modification of the whole, the refining of a recipe, the selection of parts which work and parts which don’t.
It is creation, the appearance of many where before there was one, not two makes one, but one makes two, it is new beginnings, new possibilities, new variables.
It is life, and the sum of all its parts.Posted By Jessie On 05.01.2012 @ 2:49 pm
Yesterday when covering a sick teacher for supply, I asked one of the children in the class what their greatest ambition was. The child dismissed my question with the simple answer that it didn’t matter what their ambition was, they would not fulfill it because they would never have the opportunity and I told him that it was only he that could create the opportunity himself and nobody would stop him if he tried hard enough.Posted By Jessie On 03.09.2012 @ 1:37 pm
Swinging along the branches, I looked beneath me into the calm river. Should I fall? I wouldn’t die, at least, I don’t think I will. He beckoned me once more and I fell. The wind whizzed through my hair, tearing out strands from my pony-tail; little water droplets flew onto my face and stung where they landed.Posted By Jessie On 03.07.2012 @ 6:01 am
It trickles down my neck. I’m nervous. I can’t think straight. I’m tired and weary and I can’t focus on a single point I’m tired I’m nervous I can feel it on my shoulders. It’s like rain, showering me with anxiety. I am nervous I am tired and I can’t think straight. i am nervous I am tired and I can’t think straight.Posted By Jessie On 03.03.2012 @ 5:31 pm