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Jerry tumbled out of the shower in a rush to grasp the towel perched lightly on the windowsill. Said windowsill overlooked the veranda where once a mystery woman claimed to love him, but he’d forgotten all about her by the time the water hit his forehead.

Posted By Katie On 06.19.2013 @ 9:15 am

So, today, I though I wouldn’t sit with them. Just to spite. I thought they might react. Maybe come down to my end “Oh, we’re sorry, please please sit with us” and I’d feel powerful, and consider saying “No”, and see how they like it, but they didn’t. So I listened to my Ipod instead.

Posted By Katie On 06.10.2013 @ 12:27 pm

aren’t they the ones that are always in love? what a stupid stereotype- it doesn’t even include people who aren’t in love but are fools regardless… like me

Posted By katie On 06.10.2013 @ 8:41 am

Well, that’s easy, I thought. I just say “hi, how are you?” So, I said the words, and immediately was faced with penetrating, crushing silence. No response. Uh, hello?

Posted By Katie On 06.08.2013 @ 3:59 pm

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Posted By katie On 06.02.2013 @ 7:54 pm

One day, my sister was born. She really freaking annoys me sometimes, but she’s pretty enjoyable when we’re alone. We like hanging out, going on the internet together, watching movies, and eating. I also really like baking together, cause we don’t actually bake what the dough or batter, we just eat it. I think that’s what sisterhood’s about.

Posted By Katie On 06.01.2013 @ 6:54 pm

She was full of life she was full of death she was full of a head of people she had and had not met she was unsure she was so scared she was unsure she was the only one there..

Posted By Katie On 06.01.2013 @ 7:55 am

She was crushed, shattered. Her life had broken apart into a million little pieces spelling out his name, his face. He was gone. He couldn’t say goodbye, he could never look into her eyes again, and he would never softly speak her name in the early hours of a summer morning again. She was shattered.

Posted By Katie On 05.27.2013 @ 10:56 am

I was shattered when I saw my father with another woman. How could he betray his own family like that? I thought they were in love, I thought that they were happy. I was wrong. Dead wrong. What should I do? Should I tell my mother? Should I tell my brothers? Or should I talk to my father? I don’t know what to do.

Posted By Katie On 05.26.2013 @ 8:14 pm

She signed the letter with her name. She had thought for a while about using her sister’s; after all, he would have rather heard from her anyway. But it was all over now, and it didn’t matter anyway.

Posted By Katie On 05.18.2013 @ 5:04 pm

this crispy wafer. vanilla wafer. waver. waiver. tea and wafers. coffee and wafers and ladies quiliting quilts for the civil war. i dont know anything else about wafers.

Posted By katie On 05.22.2013 @ 1:23 pm

It was inappropriate, and the audience gasped almost at once. She shuttered, and remembered it was wrong. They stared at her, with their piercing, slit, eyes that told her just the extent of her damage. The word, the story, had she no manners? Such a touchy subject, that the little world lined in silk and refinery would surely shun her for the rest of her days.

Posted By Katie On 05.14.2013 @ 4:40 pm

I was making some coffee the other day, but I had to do some doctoring, as I don’t like the taste. I added milk, then added sugar. The sugar quickly began to dissolve. I picked up the mug, took a swig, and spit it right right back out – I had dissolved salt, rather than sugar.

Posted By Katie On 05.02.2013 @ 8:42 am

they fire one hundred and fifty volts through you cracking open your skull and dousing your brain in sweet fire; shaking you up like you’re used to being shook, the doctors speak in rapid tongues when your eyes close and you wake up in a hospital bed with one hundred and fifty memories lost

shocked

Posted By Katie On 04.26.2013 @ 4:31 pm

Moles. Bunnies. Groundhogs. Foxes. They all do it. To Live. It’s good. Burrowing is good for them.

Posted By Katie On 04.20.2013 @ 9:44 pm

thinking hard and trying to express it but not being able to. trying to be loud and shrinking into yourself when you realise that what you have to say, and maybe even you, aren’t important. trying to hard to stop mumbling but everything else comes out as a scream which frightens people even more

Posted By Katie On 04.17.2013 @ 4:29 am

Stumbling apron words. Barely audible. Closed lips. Sarcastic comments slip through tight lips. Fumbling

Posted By Katie On 04.17.2013 @ 12:22 am

Everyone is attracted. It doesn’t mater what to. We just are. That’s what humans do. we become attracted. That’s how we love.

Posted By Katie On 04.13.2013 @ 3:54 pm

An anchor is what keeps a boat from moving to far away from one spot. It is shaped like an arrow. I think of them as being white and are usually for big boats. I usually think of them for when people are fishing.

Posted By Katie On 04.11.2013 @ 7:54 pm

My head bounces off A cacophony of shrieking metal tearing from the helm of my ship A sudden dull bass drop Boom And now such deep quiet

Just like in the movies, I am gone.

Posted By Katie On 04.09.2013 @ 11:06 pm

I can see paradise by the dashboard light. that was a song by meatloaf. mom took us to a meatloaf concert when i was small. some dude spilled beer all over me. and it rained. fucking poured. meatloaf. what a fat bastard. dad hates that guy. but he never took us to a concert. :)

Posted By Katie On 04.09.2013 @ 8:25 pm

Feet kicked up on the dashboard, he stared at her while she aimlessly sang Rascall Flatts, loud and completely out of tune. He smiled and thought to himself what a day this was, what a girl she was, what a life this was.

Posted By katie On 04.09.2013 @ 6:39 pm

Flour. The essesntial of all baking, cooking. What would we be if not flour. I wonder.

Posted By Katie On 04.06.2013 @ 1:48 pm

The vines that wrap my heart and entwine themselves with my pain… Tighter and tighter until my beating piece wants to burst.

Burst to stop it.

And burst to start again.

Posted By Katie On 04.05.2013 @ 10:07 pm

i like to eat bagels with cream . They are great for breakfast or an after school snack. Yummy! There are many different types of bagels.

Posted By katie On 04.04.2013 @ 8:44 am

The war was terrible. There was a pandemic, and then all there was was fighting. Fighting over the limited cure, over food and supplies. Now it’s only me and a few others left. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, or where we’ll go. But I know that we will survive. We are the strong, the survivors, and we cannot fail.

Posted By Katie On 03.30.2013 @ 7:29 pm

Her skin was an awful bronze color, she had laid in the tanning bed to long. I didn’t understand how all the girls here did it. They all had perfect make up, too tan skin, straightened bleach blond hair. Was anyone in this superficial city unique?

Posted By Katie On 03.28.2013 @ 8:21 pm

i stared through the feild of grain. The golden wheat danced around her brown hair. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head back and let the sun fall across her face.

Posted By Katie On 03.29.2013 @ 9:23 pm

beware of the feelings. They will flood you when you’re least expecting it. It’s like one second you’re okay and the next you don’t know why you ever thought you could move on. They’re always there. Always

Posted By Katie On 03.21.2013 @ 8:36 pm

This is a hard word. I dont know what to say. Sometimes I am pained by stupid, ignorant people. Stupid people pain me.

Posted By Katie On 03.20.2013 @ 9:21 am