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Nick carefully signed the letter in his best cursive. “Why cursive?” I asked, making a funny face. “Hardly anyone cares about cursive these days. That’s why it’s the perfect way to address the Seers. They’ll understand how important it is to us.”

Posted By Juliet On 05.18.2013 @ 9:16 pm

Nock carefully signed the letter in his best cursive. “Why cursive?” I asked, making a funny face. “Hardly anyone cares about cursive these days. That’s why it’s the perfect way to address the Seers. They’ll understand how important it is to us.”

Posted By Juliet On 05.18.2013 @ 9:13 pm

It was a fuzzy, distant memory. It blurred together with New York yet I understood the difference. But even those pictures were comforting. Because others were fading.

Posted By Juliet On 05.16.2013 @ 4:37 pm

His beautiful, immaculate body was something of a celestial being. His hands wove tightly between mine and his hazel eyes were smiling.

Posted By Juliet On 05.11.2013 @ 9:17 pm

His eyes sparkled with the celestial features of the stars.

Posted By Juliet On 05.11.2013 @ 3:34 pm

Beer is for the foolish, the lost, the hurting. Though I’m under-aged, I’ve never tried beer. But my mother hates it.

Posted By Juliet On 05.07.2013 @ 9:08 pm

You used to tell me stories ‘Bout love and castles and royalty. I don’t think I ever want to forget that, Because those were your words.

Posted By Juliet On 05.06.2013 @ 7:08 pm

His acidic blood hit my skin, and I felt as if I was burning. The hot, rusty liquid sprayed onto my upper body and soaked into me like deadly sunshine. I slowly met his eyes. He was crying, because this hurt him too. His bodily fluids were being fried. These were his last moments.

Posted By Juliet On 05.05.2013 @ 9:21 pm

My desire for Noah was burning even more now that the room was dark and the moon shone on his chest as he pulled his shirt off. My heart thumped loudly, as if it was trying to escape my rib cage. Noah looked at me and then leaned down to my face and whispered, “I’ll be back soon.” He stood up and climbed out the window. I heard him land lightly on the ground below. I hoped he’d come back human, not wolf.

Posted By Juliet On 05.05.2013 @ 9:16 pm

My faith in his credibility had disappeared ever since he’d invited me over to that party. Where he got me drunk, And then got me naked.

Posted By Juliet On 05.04.2013 @ 8:20 pm

I had higher ratings for Noah. But as Kasen drew closer, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck, something between us vibrated. A sensation neither of us could have explained. His lips were so close to mine, and in the dark, he whispered two, sweet words. “Kiss me.” Every part of me screamed yes and yet I yelled back no. But our lips connected, like a plug into a socket. My decision was sealed. Noah was out of the picture. Kasen was the main priority.

Posted By Juliet On 05.03.2013 @ 8:45 pm

The sweaty, nervous feeling that settled in his stomach ensued the disconnection of their lips. Her neon blonde hair was so glittery in the sunlight. Her bright metallic blue eyes were piercing and deadly. Everything about her slim, perfectly youthful body captured him. Yet this was the wrong girl. The wrong age.

Posted By Juliet On 04.30.2013 @ 9:29 pm

Strong desires had kept us apart. But the meeting of we conducted that night was no longer a raging fight filled with strong language and phyisical violence. That night, we were not enemies, but lovers.

Posted By Juliet On 04.29.2013 @ 9:08 pm

I watched as Nick targeted the black creture on the wire and shoot it. It fell to the ground with a soft thud in the dead grass. He trampled through the cracking blades and held the crow up by it’s legs. We’d found dinner.

Posted By Juliet On 04.28.2013 @ 8:00 pm

The volt struck Mason and he shook. He fell to the ground, with his body smoldering. His slim figure had been electrocuted.

Posted By Juliet On 04.26.2013 @ 8:53 pm

big and round. I suck at bowling.

Posted By Juliet On 04.26.2013 @ 6:09 am

The fall was deadly. Almost more dangerous than glancing over at you. But when I did, you smiled, your braces glinting in the midday sun. “Don’t worry. The impact isn’t as bad as you might think.”

Posted By Juliet On 04.19.2013 @ 3:45 pm

Seeing him with her was the worst form of punishment I could ever receive. I know he’d never remember how we loved each other. Because those memories were erased. Deleted. Terminated.

Posted By Juliet On 04.07.2013 @ 1:12 pm

It was like a donut. Without the frosting. This whole diet thing SUCKED! I stared down at my plate, that held the hideous thing the called a bagel. Did I really like these when I was little?! I remember bagels being beautifully toasted with loads of butter and cream cheese. But this…thing…staring back at me was all brown and had specks of oats in the bread. This indeed was a disgrace.

Posted By Juliet On 04.03.2013 @ 7:26 pm

I brought my wet thumb to his cheek and rubbed the black smudge beneath his eye. His delicate freckles began to show through the dark paint and his hazel green eyes watched intently as I worked at the stain-like substance. When it was mostly gone, I sat back and admired my work. He just stared back me with intensity no other human could match.

Posted By Juliet On 04.02.2013 @ 5:25 pm

The word about his arrival spread like a plague, capturing innocent teenage souls and permantly marking them forever. Yet the one girl who stood up to this beautiful star was one that fell hardest for him.

Posted By Juliet On 03.30.2013 @ 9:01 pm

I brushed through the field, my bare feet touching the muddy ground. The wheat surrounding me was abundant and flowed with the summer breeze. It’s bright golden color reminded me of his hair. It was a beautiful blonde, that shone in the sun.

Posted By Juliet On 03.29.2013 @ 8:02 pm

beware the tigers at the end of the garden. They’re always hungry and they have no sense of taste. They’ll eat anyone! They aren’t very polite and they do tend to smell bad. Luckily I have a big garden, so I can’t smell them from the house. Whenever I have to go to the bottom of my garden, I take a whistle and a big stick, so I can poke the tigers. You have to be especially brave (or crazy) to do this, but then I never did like to live my life in a jar.

Posted By Juliet On 03.20.2013 @ 4:48 pm

The ocean swelling in the strong wind whipping around the ship, we saw the dolphins and sting rays dancing against the breasts. The beauty of the blue swirling white was overpowering.

Posted By Juliet On 01.31.2013 @ 7:00 am

Baby, it can mean so many different things. It could be a new start, a commitment with the one you love. To bring new life into the world. It can also bring someone’s world crumbling down. It could be a total accident that can leave you alone and pushes into the grown up world before you’re ready. Ripping your world apart until you an embarrassment to the world, left in the cold to be judged by society.

Posted By Juliet On 01.29.2013 @ 8:57 pm

To tell you about her would be far too difficult. She had heightened senses, to start. Very keen. She was beautiful, to no extent. It was insanity, her intellect. It allowed people to love her, without even knowing her name.

Posted By Juliet On 06.18.2012 @ 1:13 pm

He had complete disregard for the rules. I hated having him in my classroom because I knew he was intent upon wreaking havoc. Standing on chairs, riling up the other students, throwing paper airplanes. I had long given up writing him up.

Posted By Juliet On 05.13.2012 @ 5:25 pm

the duration of this has ended.

Posted By Juliet On 03.14.2012 @ 8:56 pm

reminds me of being let out of class at the end of the day only you feel guilty about it. teachers brainwash to make you work harder.

Posted By juliet On 03.10.2012 @ 9:06 am

God, she’s looking at me. What do I do? Say something, say something. No not that, that was cheesy. Why do I do this to myself? Smile. Now she thinks you’re a psycho. Well done, genius.

Posted By Juliet On 02.16.2012 @ 5:51 am