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My step dad drank. My parents, my sister and I developed coping mechanisms. then my parents said it wasn’t a problem. So what do we do with all of these coping mechanisms?

Posted By Julie On 05.07.2013 @ 8:48 pm

but why create structure for life?

which grows unruly without purpose, just to live

Posted By Julie On 04.24.2013 @ 11:12 pm

I threw the anchor overboard in the shallow waters of the bay. It was a beautiful day in the islands and the sound the anchor made as it broke the still water was amazing.

Posted By Julie On 04.11.2013 @ 1:52 pm

baking cooking flower ^^ cakes and muffins sunday pancakes drugs :P baking with your best friends flour fight -> huge mess in the kitchen

Posted By Julie On 04.06.2013 @ 3:27 pm

many people died of plague in the middle age in the 1500′s. it is a disease that is extremely painful and it reminds me of darkness and black bills all over a human body. it symbolizes death and hopelessness

Posted By julie On 03.31.2013 @ 3:22 am

I THINK OF RELIGION, HEAVEN AND HELL. I ALSO THINK OF COMMITMENT, MARRIAGE. I ALSO THINK THE IDEA OF ETERNAL IS A BIT SCARY.

Posted By JULIE On 03.14.2013 @ 8:06 am

That’s funny. I was thinking about knocking on someone’s door tonight. Someone’s door I shouldnt knock. Maybe I should do it. Maybe I should knock.

Posted By Julie On 02.27.2013 @ 12:15 pm

Arms waving Crashing into things Wait-catch that vase! Nope, too late Floor’s a mess Hand throws another one Toys litter the stairs Walls are in shambles But there’s a smile on that little face

Another day in the life of a two year old

Posted By Julie On 02.18.2013 @ 6:39 pm

I was dying. It wasn’t from the blood that trickled down my throat, or the venom of cancer beating through my veins. It was the look of death in her eyes that was killing me.

Posted By Julie On 02.17.2013 @ 5:04 pm

I see this word and for some reason I think of that Disney movie, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, where the creepy evil priest guy violates any religious belief he may have ever had or that he promotes. He violates the sanctity of the religion and for what he signed up for. Oh, and he also kills a lot of people, thinks of our main character as a freak and a slave (but thankfully somehow brings him up right) and then wants the gypsy girl to burn in hell for making him all crazy and wont let anyone else have her. …this IS a kids movie, right?

Posted By Julie On 02.14.2013 @ 7:08 pm

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Posted By Julie On 02.13.2013 @ 2:47 pm

Many years ago, people ‘knew’ that the world was flat (even though there’s, you know, this big spherical dome up above your heads”. Nowadays, people “know” that the world is round. Wonder what knowledge the next thousand years will bring- is the universe square?

Posted By Julie On 02.13.2013 @ 1:43 pm

Many years ago, people believed/”knew” the world to be flat. Now, people “know” the world is round. Wonder what new scientific analysis they’ll come up with in the next few thousand years- is the universe square?

Posted By Julie On 02.13.2013 @ 1:41 pm

I’ve changed alot since childhood. Growing up from a little tiny baby to a toddler, and soon I was an teenager full of angst and wonder and confusion, turning into a high school student and now a junior in college. I’m proud to say that growing has not finished for me, that I’m still learning from past experiences and learning from new ones, changing and growing, hopefully, into a better version of myself.

Posted By Julie On 02.08.2013 @ 8:04 pm

“Not only that, but I-” the door shut on the man’s bright smile, plastered so hard one would think it was a bad botox injection. However, when the door closed, so did his mouth. He was done. So very done. That was the last house on the block, and another wasted time of trying to get food on the table. For the first time in a while, he felt like crying.

Posted By Julie On 02.07.2013 @ 8:02 pm

Salesmen are always annoying. They’re almost like Jehovah’s Witnesses (not being racist or anything, just comparing), stopping by your door selling stuff you probably dont want to buy and hear, and you regret opening the door in the first place. Probably good people, and they’re just doing they’re jobs. Least they’re not as bad as lawyers…

Posted By Julie On 02.07.2013 @ 7:50 pm

I cannot wait until I walk down that aisle and see you. I cannot wait until we say our vows to love and cherish through anything we face. I cannot wait until our first child, hearing a baby’s cry. I cannot wait until we help that child grow and learn, together. I cannot wait to sit by a fireplace, after many long years of learning from each other, watching our grandchildren run around. All this I see in your eyes as we say I do…

Posted By Julie On 02.04.2013 @ 6:01 pm

Ever since I was little, I’ve dreamed about marriage and having a husband. According to my parents, I would chase the boys around the playground asking them to be my boyfriend or marry me. Now, as I’m older, I believe I’ve found the perfect man

Posted By Julie On 02.04.2013 @ 5:54 pm

A husband… is something I might have someday. Maybe. As of now it’s looking pretty grim. I’m tall and lots of boys are short and I’m awkward and maybe a little ugly. Somedays I’d give myself a 6/10, others a 2/10… this is a really self-centered piece of writing. But how… husband how??? I don’t know.

Posted By Julie On 02.04.2013 @ 12:19 pm

The computers ran through her veins, connecting her eyes to a world she never knew before. It was addicting, like a shot of heroin was running silver through her heart. The lights, they burned, but the burning lights were what enticed, what made her insides churn with a strange mix of apprehension, curiosity, and want for so much more. The computers and switches around her, once seeming to hum with an electricity and bright light, seemed dull to her now. So she faded away from reality, and danced in her own technologically enhanced fantasy world.

Posted By Julie On 02.01.2013 @ 3:06 pm

real is a fake term in my eyes nobody can be real and nothing is really real, everything has a veil of fakeness to it, in some aspect or in some way nothing is ever truly real

Posted By Julie On 01.22.2013 @ 11:55 pm

The pain was unbearable, but so was the thought of infection. I squeezed the cream onto the cavern in my calf, wincing as I tried to rub it in.

“Owww-ww!” I whined.

“Don’t be such a baby,” James snapped at me, dressing his own burns, “are you certain this stuff is going to work?”

I didn’t have an answer. In truth, I never thought I’d have to use my first-aid kit, but I also never thought I’d be in the middle of scorched nowhere, with no one left but a temperamental stranger.

Posted By Julie On 01.21.2013 @ 8:48 am

“Here,” the woman said, her button nose scrunched in disapproval. I tentatively plucked the hob-knob, homemade broom out of her hand. I scrunched my own freckled nose when she moved back to the counter, peeling another brick-colored potato.

“Uh,” I began, yet lost the words. Awkward pause followed.

We were standing on a dirt floor.

Posted By Julie On 01.17.2013 @ 8:15 am

She felt like she was going to throw up, though that’s probably not the best choice of words. There she was, staring at herself in the mirror, far into the future. She wasn’t her. Yet she was. There was nothing but skin clinging to bones, and sadness engulfing eyes. “What happened?” she whispered to the dark figure looming over her. “You did.”

Posted By Julie On 01.16.2013 @ 7:53 am

She stared at the boxes, all lined up like soldiers in front of her. Small. Medium. Large. All sizes.

She rubbed her chin, discerning, deciding.

This could be a life-altering decision. “Michelle!” someone yelled through the damp brick of the basement, “quit your lollygaggin’!”

Posted By Julie On 01.15.2013 @ 3:49 pm

My fingers pasted over my hands, unable to move. “Uh,” was all I could manage. The whole congregation stared at me, their eyes full of bloody memories and their souls full of the exhaustion of a thousand battles. They stared at me, waiting for something to happen. I stared at them, waiting for something to happen. I waited.

Posted By Julie On 01.14.2013 @ 2:14 pm

This is the end for me, of that there was no denying. Oddly enough, I faced my death with a bold overconfidence completely out of character for me. I had a feeling that with my death would come peace at last; I couldn’t have been more wrong. What I found waiting for me on the other side was the most horrific scene my eyes ever beheld. There were no pearly gates, but neither was there a wall of fire. I was standing, hovering over my lifeless body unable to touch anything or speak to anyone. I was invisible, forced to watch everything going on around me and not allowed to be a part of it. I was a ghost with no one to keep me company but my own depressing thoughts.

Posted By Julie On 01.13.2013 @ 8:11 pm

She stared at the final pages, the words echoing back to her, mocking her. “What does it mean?” she whispered, glancing up at the green-eyed boy, framed by a shock of black hair. It was darkness around them, and darkness in them. He didn’t have an answer and neither did she. They thought that the book would hold the answers for them.

However, in the end, it just arose more questions.

Posted By Julie On 01.13.2013 @ 12:48 pm

He held the compass as straight as he could, watching the needle spin uncommitingly. “Damn it all,” he muttered. “What?” Lucy said, looking over his shoulder, picking at the ash still caked under her fingernails. “The damn thing won’t work! Lindar.. he said it would. It did.. it did just a bit ago.” Lucy watched the fading light bristle the mountains. “It better work soon.”

Posted By Julie On 01.12.2013 @ 3:27 pm

He held her hand tightly, like he was drowning. “I love you,” she said, seeing the light in his eyes sparkle at her voice. “Oh, angel,” he breathed, as if he was breathing for the first time, “I love you too.” His grip tightened more and the city sounds escalated. Her screaming didn’t help, no one cared to come. Her best friend was fading. “I can’t-” she said. “Jackie,” he said through her tears, “promise me you be good, okay? Remember what- what I taught you.” She nodded, her tears coming out as sobs now. “I-” but as quickly as his voice choked out of his chest, he was gone. She gripped him, her own flesh and blood. She screamed. Oh, how she screamed.

Posted By Julie On 01.08.2013 @ 4:09 pm