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I loved to draw. Every stroke of the pencil, every mistake finely erased–every little thing about it was my favorite. I loved the accomplishment upon finishing something wonderful. Or the critique I received after showing it around. I loved the repetition, how there is always room for improvement.

Posted By Lyric On 11.11.2012 @ 8:13 pm

I spent it all in one place, and my heart sank as I emptied my wallet. My fingers trembled as I handed him the money, in exchange for the Bag. My mouth watered at the sight, i wanted it in my veins. He took the money with a sinister smile. “Have fun, I appreciate your business,” he said. I had little time to nod my head before I was shoved out of the room, and I was on my way down the stairs, out the door, down the street, on the bus, and into my apartment.

Posted By Lyric On 11.11.2012 @ 3:59 am

evrything but nothing. annoying. my stupid chemistry class. matter , hate failing a test because i don’t know the definition. its BOOTY. mass destruction. more is spanish except without two esses <lol at my spelling. it only has one s.

Posted By lyric On 10.08.2012 @ 12:33 pm

My hand trembled as I slowly slid the silver key into the lock. I didn’t know quite what was behind that door, but I wanted to find out. Really! I exhaled as I heard it click the lock out of place, then carefully pushed my way into the room.

Posted By Lyric On 08.04.2012 @ 11:34 am

I slouched in my seat, streaked blue hair slipping down to cover my face. I hadn’t done anything wrong, honest! It was Devin’s fault. He provoked me, and then my fist just kinda….wound up in his face. Or, something like that…

Posted By Lyric On 07.29.2012 @ 5:35 pm

I slowly slid open the cabinet door that held my deepest secrets. A shoe box full of tiny slips of paper, a notebook covered in thoughts, and a poster of who I want to be. Make yourself extraordinary. NEVER LET THEM TAKE YOU ALIVE.

Posted By Lyric On 07.28.2012 @ 2:18 pm

Don’t think. Just write. I’ve gotta hand it to the guy who came up with that slogan. Sometimes the simplest ones are the best, the ones that hit home the most.

Posted By Lyric On 07.27.2012 @ 4:23 pm

I sat at my computer screen, staring at the text. Our teacher had asked us to write a list of at least 50 things no one knew about us. I had gone onto the internet for inspiration, and found at least 68. She had also asked us to present them tomorrow in class. The thing is, I’m not sure I wanted anyone to know these things. I don’t know…

Posted By Lyric On 07.26.2012 @ 1:01 pm

I stared at the cake, eyes just barely peeking over the table. My mouth began to water as I eyed the frosted treat, planning the best way to sneak it out. My mom would yell at me if she found out I had eaten it, but it was too great a temptation to resist.

Posted By Lyric On 07.22.2012 @ 11:18 am

I peered down at the card in my hand. It said to take walk for two miles west until I hit a river. I didn’t know what was waiting for me there; the card had appeared in my bag shortly after school let out. I was wary – odd things had been happening around here. People going missing and the like. Disregarding all caution, I sucked in a breath and headed forward.

Posted By Lyric On 07.21.2012 @ 2:22 pm

He peered up from under his hat as rain poured over the brim. His cold eyes darted from side to side as he carefully examined the others on the street. Any one of them could have done it. He just had to figure out who.

Posted By Lyric On 07.20.2012 @ 5:20 pm

I tucked the rose into my hair, though it contrasted heavily with my copper hues. Jason had given it to me, along with a song and a kiss. He was leaving. Most of the men his age were. I didn’t know if I would see him again. None of us did.

Posted By Lyric On 07.07.2012 @ 11:17 am

I sat there, strands of my black-with-pink-streaks hair falling into my face. I blew them out and slouched down more. I couldn’t believe I was here. What did I do? Nothing, that’s what! It was all James’s fault…

Posted By Lyric On 07.06.2012 @ 11:35 am

She studied the electric-colored fluids in the glass beakers. Josh, her partner, was standing a few feet away, mixing a crimson colored liquid with a sunny yellow one. Just as she realized what they were, the sun-drop hit the blood, and all went black.

Posted By Lyric On 07.05.2012 @ 12:14 pm

He frustrated me sometimes. He was so passive, so unemotional, that it dove me craaazy. I never thought I see the day where I just wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze. But I loved him too much to do that. And besides, the kids would kill me if I did.

Posted By Lyric On 07.04.2012 @ 11:19 am

I walked down the tracks. The red balloon that was tied to my hand struggled to get free, just as I struggled with the knot keeping it here. The light, musty wind stirred my hair and sundress, and just as I got the knot loose, it lifted it up, never to be seen again.

Posted By Lyric On 07.03.2012 @ 2:08 pm

The train in the picture seemed to jump out at me. I could’ve sworn I heard the whistle. I was staring at the sepia-toned image, when I heard a voice behind me. “That’s where it happened,” it said, whisper stirring my hair. With a scream, I jumped, picture falling out of my hand. The glass shattered, and as I looked around to find who had spoke, I never noticed one shard slowly creeping its way towards me…

Posted By Lyric On 07.01.2012 @ 2:40 pm

I blew the dandelion, watching as the white puffs floated away on the breeze. The wind stirred my light brown hair and white dress as the sunflowers danced to the beat of their own drums.

Posted By Lyric On 06.25.2012 @ 5:17 am

I still can’t believe I made it. The sun was low. I saw my chance for escape and I took it. I ran and ran, though I could hear him behind me, screaming and throwing things across the house. I was so glad, I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from him. Even if I couldn’t see him, or if he only came to me in dreams, he still threatened me, and I knew I had to leave if I wanted to keep my life.

Posted By Lyric On 06.24.2012 @ 4:59 am

I stayed in that house for twenty years, looking out at the ivy growing up the sides, the iron bars on my window cool to the touch. He kept me here-though I could not see him-and I knew that if I left, I would die, or deteriorate into something more than madness.

Posted By Lyric On 06.23.2012 @ 6:24 pm

The picture stared up at me, glass cracked and falling out. The once-pleasant looking face of a young girl holding a balloon eyed me; it felt like her eyes were following me. She was there, and I was here. She was past, I was now. She never was, I always will be.

Posted By Lyric On 06.18.2012 @ 8:47 am

The rain was falling, drenching my hair, turning it to a dark mahogany color. I tried to scurry away from it, but it always found me, pulling me back into the depths like a monster. I would hide behind a stone wall, a tree, inside a cathedral, but still it would come, clawing at my clothes, dragging me into its mouth, waiting to devour my soul

Posted By Lyric On 06.17.2012 @ 6:17 am

He stands above us, lording his fortress of marble and gold, keeping secrets none should know. He irrationally hates us, paranoid that we might come in and steal all that he has kept hidden. He fears us, and shows it by exerting massive power over us. And we do nothing.

Posted By Lyric On 06.16.2012 @ 5:23 am

The only way I was going in there was if someone dragged me. The stone walls glared down at me, and I clutched my necklace to my chest as the sun set in the west. I opened my hand, and noticed that the pendant had left an impression on my skin. I sighed, knowing he was waiting. I knew I would regret it, but I slowly pulled open the doors and prepared for the worst.

Posted By Lyric On 06.15.2012 @ 10:35 am

I am a stunt-person. I do stunts for people. Is it hard? Yeah. Is it fun? Heck yeah. I love to do stunts.. Jumping off burning buildings and suchlike. And falling out of airplanes with no parachute. I love stunts.

Posted By Lyric On 05.26.2012 @ 2:38 pm

what is my purpose? what am I here to do? no one can tell me this answer. its up to me to find out why. I don’t know, but I try.

Posted By Lyric On 03.31.2011 @ 1:53 pm

entering a warm room and sitting alone in a sunny chair, im facing the window and i can feel the light playing on my cheeks, making the little hairs turn blonde and soft, and im rocking in place with shadows behind my head, and theres a song in me that i know but i cant remember.

Posted By lyric On 01.22.2009 @ 9:47 pm

without villians there would be no need for heroes… but without heroes there is no one to look up to. villians are a necessary evil. without evil there is no comparative “good” … good cannot exist without its evil counterpart.

Posted By lyric On 07.16.2008 @ 5:39 am

thats how i always wake up…. noises, sounds, lights, movement… it all wakes me with a start…. i gotta friggin calm down. even in my sleep it seems. geez.

Posted By lyric On 11.04.2008 @ 6:59 pm

i run from everything that seems real. this all in a body that is deteriorating quicker than it should, and yet i still want to run. things arent always as they seem, and when they are its usually pretty disappointing. i dont even know where i would run to, but i know that it would be far, and be different, and that i would want to run back as soon as i could.

Posted By lyric On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am