Entries By Julie
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bear
a bear. i want to write a story about a bear. there are so many different kinds of bears though. polar bears, grizzly bears. brown bears, black bears. pandas are bears to aren’t they? to bad their endangered.
Posted By Julie On 07.08.2010 @ 12:33 pm
order
I’ve been ordered specifically not to talk to them. And I do it without remorse. freely and fully. is that such a vile thing to do? be a happy free soul?
Posted By Julie On 07.07.2010 @ 10:03 pm
The order of things was off. I should not have gotten married before having my first child. Hell no. I can’t think of how awful that situation was. I shouldn’t have gotten pregnant before getting married either, but that is beside the point.
Posted By Julie On 07.07.2010 @ 5:34 pm
chaos
The chaos of yesterday melted into the background as he asked his forgiveness in heaps of tossled hair and messy blankets. Volumes of sweet Love came at her as she accepted them. “he is all fair” she thought, “there is no flaw in him.” and he was thinking the same thing.
Posted By Julie On 07.06.2010 @ 10:13 pm
mud
her silken body caressed through the pool of mud and she turned into an animal. Scraping trails of wet dirt across her skin. trying to cover every inch before the trackers got here. Soon they would be scavenging the villages looking for traces of life and she didnt want to become one of their slaves. That was no life.
Posted By Julie On 07.04.2010 @ 2:47 pm
salute
He salutes once more to the sergeant and turns from the plane to see his wife, running toward him as if they were in a stark field. Suddenly, all disappears but themselves and the painted images of a beautiful grassy field. She jumps into his arms and with all intentions of making her faint just to assure her he would be there to catch her, kissed her passionately, square on the mouth.
Posted By Julie On 07.01.2010 @ 11:57 pm
carve
she carved her knife into his jagged broken heart as she told him for the first time that she was never going to fulfill his wish as far as she was concerned… having children and getting married in a white gown was not her idea of a perfect life and she wasn’t going to trade one minute of her pridefilled happieness for a smidgen of his so-called “perfect life” ideas. Her Alice in Wonderland sized door of a mind narrowed even farther and would not let him pass til he changed his.
Posted By Julie On 06.29.2010 @ 8:03 pm
velvet
The velvet sheets were tossed back and forth across the bed as two distinct figures inside them tumbled around. They were making violent Love under them in the winter frost. The Northern lights peeked into the window casting an indolent stare into their intertwined souls.
Posted By Julie On 06.26.2010 @ 2:42 am
beach
i long for that one formal day at the beach. Where im greeted by a man in Love with and wearing that beautiful white floorlength dress that has everyone else floored.
Posted By Julie On 06.24.2010 @ 11:16 pm
so i was at the beach the other day with my little sister haley, and the waves were crashing upon the shore as well as myself and her when we ran into the water to play. The sun was beaming down on our heads like a flashlight, and the water felt like little icicles running through our skin. We laughed and stumbled around the water for a while. It was the perfect day to trollop along the sand and collect sea shells. As we did this, we played of eye spy which tied in nicely with finding the shells.
Posted By Julie On 06.24.2010 @ 11:01 pm
We lay close to the water, so that when the waves came they would tickle our toes. I giggled and looked at him. He smiled at me, sunshine gleaming in his eyes. I traced the words I love you on his belly. He kissed me knowing exactly what I had said.
Posted By Julie On 06.24.2010 @ 11:48 am
tide
The waves lapped up on her feet as she stared off over the lake. Lake Michigan, which had felt like her home for as long as she could remember. On a clear day she could just see the outline of the city on the far shore.
Posted By Julie On 06.22.2010 @ 3:09 pm
The tide was coming in. We gathered everything in a heap moving back away from it. After having to do it once more, we just let nature be. The tide washed over us and our things. We threw our heads back and laughed at the simplicity.
Posted By Julie On 06.22.2010 @ 2:27 pm
bleach
The bedspread was stained with blood. I shoved it in the washer with an uneeded amount of bleach. This wasn’t how it was suppose to happen.
Posted By Julie On 06.21.2010 @ 5:40 pm
waltz
his hand trembled slightly as it held hers. his mustached twitched upward on the left side as he leant foward to smell her nina ricci perfume. so many years, so little changes.
Posted By julie On 06.20.2010 @ 5:55 pm
matching
I think of matching like a think of socks, I have many socks but i purposely mix match them because i prefer my feet to have some colorful spunk. I do however like my shirts to match my pants but i usually wear jeans so it is not a problem.
Posted By Julie On 06.16.2010 @ 10:04 pm
Together we stood matching up people that we thought would be perfect together all the while ignoring the tension in the moment, realizing that we too were perfect for each other.
Posted By Julie On 06.16.2010 @ 5:44 pm
fallout
Tears poured as I listened to Fallout Boy on my stereo. It my blurred vision I stumbled over to my stereo blasting it louder, so it would hopefully drown out the words he said.
Posted By Julie On 06.16.2010 @ 10:47 am
perhaps neuclear flalout and death and destruction. i think of young children with burnt skin running with their scarce possessions alongside their parents running to get to a car or shelter. sad.
Posted By julie On 06.15.2010 @ 6:25 pm
driven
She gathered all her art supplies. His beauty had driven her to paint him. As he posed for her, she could barely take her eyes off him to express his beauty on the paper in front of her.
Posted By Julie On 06.14.2010 @ 1:07 pm
smiles
He smiles as he walks by and gives a little wave. I do the same as my face blushes pink. A race car driver, a sexy beast, hitting on little ol me. He kept coming to the canteen window I worked, I’m sure he would throw up soon if he ate anymore. Eventually he stopped, but I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Posted By Julie On 06.13.2010 @ 10:03 am
brave
In a cave, in a far away land, a dragon waited for his true love to come and slay him. However, the chances of this being a fellow dragon were fairly low, and this dragon would have to marry a human and die by her hand. One day, a person came along to a seaside cliff and discovered a mossy ledge there. He decided to climb this, the rest was left unknown.
Posted By Julie On 06.11.2010 @ 6:15 pm
i can be brave sometimes. when i think of the word brave i think of people with a lot of courage. there are different types of bravery. some could say soldiers are brave. others may say that people who stand up for themselves and others are brave.
Posted By Julie On 06.11.2010 @ 5:25 pm
He pushed his chest out, making him look bigger than the scrawny size he actually was. It was one against three. Three football playing guys who didn’t know that my “scrawny” boyfriend had mastered the art of kung-fu. They were brave to try to take him.
Posted By Julie On 06.11.2010 @ 12:57 pm
wand
He flicked his wrist causing his wand to waver. It sent sparkles into the air. I watched them as they disappered into the darkness. We stood eye to eye. I was patient, and calm even though I knew death was near. With the next flick of his wrist, I could be gone.
Posted By Julie On 06.10.2010 @ 3:54 pm
strung
I’m so strung out on you, baby. Pulled to the limit. Stressed out to the max. This ain’t love. With all this wondering. Whi ya seeing tonight, baby? Will it even be me? This is the end. No longer,
Posted By Julie On 06.09.2010 @ 2:31 pm
suit
People always wear these weird suits. Always. They go on and on about how they’re normal and really, we’re all the same. We all go and do the same thing, have the same relationships. We’re all “suits”. I dont’ want to be a suit.
Posted By Julie On 06.06.2010 @ 8:12 am
train
I used to really like trains when I was a child. My mother would take me to see all sorts of museums. Now I’ve grown tired of riding the train every single day. Maybe things really are better when you’re young.
Posted By Julie On 05.31.2010 @ 12:34 pm
collar
The collar was restrticve, restraining. My fingers grab the edge and pulled; gasping for breathe.
Posted By Julie On 05.28.2010 @ 11:51 am
