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Despite the fact that I shouldn’t be thinking about you right now, I am. Despite the fact that I want to be single right now, I want you. Despite the fact that you probably couldn’t like me, I can’t help but hoping. And despite the fact that this is totally wrong, I can’t help but feel that for me you are totally right.

Posted By Kayci On 09.18.2012 @ 9:52 pm

They say that you were a miracle in this town. That you would bring us out of a world of darkness and into a realm of light. They said all of this without knowing who you were–who you really were. But it was I that spent your time, who walked your paths. And it was I who watched you fall.

Posted By Kayci On 09.04.2012 @ 12:34 am

We laid there. Covered in blankets and the leaves that fell from the trees above. I looked up at you. You looked up at the stars. I bit my lip. That’s when I knew. I knew that you would never love me as much as I loved you. The blankets we were covered in felt like a straight jacket of sadness as I tried to get up and leave. But I couldn’t.

Posted By Kayci On 09.02.2012 @ 3:31 pm

My little darlings! They are all ready for dinner! Such clever little things. I didn’t even have to tell them to wash their hands! Such sweet, sweet darlings! They smile with so much joy! It brings me to life!

*disclaimer: I killed my darlings.

Posted By Kayci On 08.30.2012 @ 3:32 pm

“Misty!” The voice echoed around the cave. She stood on a rock, looking down into the depths of the water below. Somehow, the glint of her eyes was visible through the dark. She sighed. “I can’t do this anymore.” I shook my head angrily. “What are you talking about?! Why are you doing this?” “Because my mom named me after a Pokemon character…”

Posted By Kayci On 08.17.2012 @ 2:18 pm

Magazines feel like a fake depiction of life. Ads upon ads of nonsense and “If you don’t look as thin as these anorexic models you’ll die a slow death of humiliation and unpopularity.” Magazines aren’t even full of content. They’re just ads. You can’t get much faker than that.

Posted By Kayci On 08.28.2012 @ 11:20 pm

He comes up to me holding a dozen roses. I cringe. This wasn’t supposed to be how tonight was supposed to go. I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t pay enough attention. This was supposed to be a nice evening between good friends. I guess that’s only for me. He comes up to me holding a dozen roses. I turn away and refuse.

Posted By Kayci On 08.27.2012 @ 3:27 pm

Don’t you dare get on her bad side. That’s what everyone says. They say that her bad side is like a demon from the depths of hell that will take away your soul and leave you with nothing. Nothing but a feeling of distress and horror and emptiness. But there’s something else about her bad side. Its my good side.

Posted By Kayci On 08.23.2012 @ 11:13 am

You arms are the most comforting things I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. The way you hold me…well its stereotypically like the fuzziest, warmest blanket imaginable. I could really just die in your arms, I’m so happy there. Too bad you love someone else and could never think of me as anything more than a friend.

Posted By Kayci On 08.21.2012 @ 8:29 am

The porter looked up from his post from the door. “I do believe I am confused as to what my position is.” The writer frowned. “In the story?” “That to. But what does a porter do? I’m not sure many know. I certainly don’t.” “Its obvious,” the writer said, “You port things.”

Posted By Kayci On 08.19.2012 @ 1:14 am

Get in the zone. That’s what they always said. Get in the zone. But Carey couldn’t figure out what zone she was supposed to get into. She stared out at what looked like miles of mat in front of her, leading up to the vault. Get in the zone. That helps you to be perfect. So should she get into the left zone? Or the right zone?

Posted By Kayci On 08.16.2012 @ 12:02 am

What do I want? World peace. Just kidding. World peace is a fantasy that people can choose to believe in, but it will never really happen. So what do I really want? I want the people I love to be happy. I want there to be less poverty, fewer reports of children dying in the street. I want peace of mind. I want to be successful. I want there to be less violence in the world. I–I guess all that really boils down to wanting world peace. Too bad wants can turn into impossible wishes so easily.

Posted By Kayci On 08.14.2012 @ 4:12 pm

She looked out the window. The car was moving slowly though the country side. Light glinted off her sunglasses causing an almost dazzling effect in her eyes. A river snaked past the road. The banks were calm, and the reeds swished in the wind. A homeless man sat on a rock despondently. A bloody knife rested in his hand.

Posted By Kayci On 08.13.2012 @ 11:24 am

Will you ever get it? Everyone desires it at one moment or another. But rarely is it ever truly achieved. Its what you beg for from your parents, change yourself for when you’re with friends, fight for in relationships. But the only approval you really need to validate your existence is your own.

Posted By Kayci On 08.11.2012 @ 2:16 pm

You can’t show anything in a text. You can’t say anything either. Nothing real anyway. All subtext is gone. You can’t imply anything with just words alone, there has to be a tone, a voice. If there didn’t need to be then we wouldn’t have different voices. We would all sound like robots. But this is not the case. Nothing can really be said over text. And now, talking face to face is a dead language. So speak on fellow robots. Speak on.

Posted By Kayci On 08.10.2012 @ 3:06 pm

Manners manners manners manners. I swear I’ve heard that a hundred times in this prison. You have to watch them, mind them, remember them. So much effort for a 7 letter word.

Posted By Kayci On 08.09.2012 @ 11:44 am

This one? No. That can’t be right. How about the one in this beaker? No. Not exactly what I’m looking for. None of these are the right ones. I can’t just use sugar and spice and everything nice plus some chemical X to produce the perfect love story. No, these substances have to be real. They have to be concrete. They have to exude life.

Posted By Kayci On 08.08.2012 @ 10:15 pm

Her hands trembled as she grabbed the photo from the table. His eyes glared back, as if he knew it would be her to identify him. A shaky breath introduced her next words to the officer: “Its him. He’s the one who raped me.”

Posted By Kayci On 08.07.2012 @ 10:54 pm

It hurt. It still hurts. What am I going to do? I can’t continue. Wait. These are the words of a quitter. This wound will heal. I’ll laugh it off in a while. But for now, those quitting words must cease to exist.

Posted By Kayci On 08.06.2012 @ 12:18 pm

I dare you to. Those were the words that were uttered from his mouth right before I realized that this wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t a joke at all. And now? Now everything’s about to be ripped apart at the seams. I don’t know what to do anymore. About anything. There was nothing else I could do. So I looked into the void. And jumped.

Posted By Kayci On 08.05.2012 @ 11:58 am

The key was so large. It was almost as if there wasn’t a door big enough in the world for it to open. But there was. And it wasn’t exactly a door. It was her heart. Her heart–bigger than the world–that held the secrets for the key to open. But who could learn to wield the key?

Posted By Kayci On 08.04.2012 @ 11:07 pm