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There are no more people left in Manhattan. At least I don’t think so. At the same time I don’t want to find any people; I worry that they’ll kill me, eat me, that even within these past three days I’ve been alone humanity has turned around and forgotten how to actually be human.Posted By Mia On 05.17.2013 @ 7:01 am
The darkness stepped up behind her, wrapped a silken hand over her mouth, but she did not scream. She wouldn’t waste any more time on that. Turning, she wrapped her thin arms around the only thing that had ever comforted her. How could anyone ever cursed the darkness? Silence and comfort, it was all she had ever loved.Posted By Mia On 03.21.2013 @ 12:06 am
That blasted car. It’s gone and stopped again. No matter how much I turn the key, nothing happens. Blast. Where am I? Where can I get help? This blasted car. I should’ve known better than to take on this drive when I knew that the car was going to die any moment. Blast blast blast. I wish I hadn’t done this. Let me check my phone. Of course it’s dead.Posted By Mia On 03.14.2013 @ 9:21 pm
There was a fire. A really hot fire, burning red and orange and yellow. I could’t even bear to look at it as it burned down the house; my description is based off what I’ve seen in movies alone. The fire could’ve been blue, for all I know. I hear that blue fire is the hottest fire. It burnt down so fast, the fire must have been blue.Posted By Mia On 12.26.2012 @ 6:14 am
I see him. on the football field. playing the game he loves. it’s a time out. he looks at me. for a moment i forget to look away. how can i get the nerve to talk to him? we talked over the summer. but september has made a ridge, and now i can’t help but be afraid. i like him. will he ever like me?Posted By mia On 09.23.2012 @ 5:20 pm
Did you ever think about the rolling days? The way they just melt away? They fester in your heart like the draining heat Then leave your mind in a painful heap.
I want to refuse that the summer ends And watch the sunsets when the days end Will fall bring it back, this wonderful feeling of freedom and hope and this weightless feeling?Posted By Mia On 08.27.2012 @ 7:12 pm
There she was. The model. The myth. Miss Tyra Banks.
She must have been standing about ten feet away from me. At first, I wasn’t sure it was her. In the last magazine picture I’d seen of her, her hair had been blonde. But I still knew it was her. I could tell by the passport she was holding in her right hand. It was open, dangling beside her hip on the page that had her picture on it. I couldn’t see the name, but I didn’t need to.
On the bottom left corner of the page, I saw the picture of her face. It was the face of a model.Posted By Mia On 08.13.2012 @ 7:07 pm
The camera was square in front of her face as the question left the reporter’s mouth. She plastered on a sickly sweet, overripe smile at the obvious twinkle in his eye – the classic “gotcha” look. If she wasn’t the president of the United States, she might’ve smacked him. God she wanted to. “Yes, David,” she said. “It’s true.”Posted By Mia On 08.02.2012 @ 8:43 pm
She collected her breath reached into the top cabinet. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she’d seen him place it there the day before–watched his fist, closed, disappear behind the wooden door and then retreat just as quickly as it had entered. He’d glanced in her direction immediately afterward, studying her for an understanding he didn’t want her to have, and she’d looked down right away at the sandwich she was eating. She didn’t really want to be responsible for understanding.Posted By Mia On 07.28.2012 @ 4:30 pm
instructions are totally irritating, you never should follow them because there’s no point. do what you want, do what you like and it’ll be fine. do whatever you want just remember to stay happy no matter what happens, even if that involves not following instructions :)Posted By Mia On 07.21.2012 @ 12:01 pm