Entries By Maggie
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She was covered in a shroud of unforgiving thoughts. How could she forget what happened when she was living with the demons that came with that memory. she walked with the weight of that day hanging off her shoulders, pulling her down to the place she belonged.Posted By Maggie On 09.02.2012 @ 2:15 pm
She dodged through the woods, her lungs burning and her vision tunnelling. A stitch in her side gave her an awkward gait, slowing her down slightly, but she was still faster than them. She knew these woods from years spent wandering as a child. Her persuers were simply hired thugs from out of town. They didn’t know every ravine, hornets nest, and mudhole like she did. But they would.Posted By Maggie On 08.25.2012 @ 7:56 am
The lights were shining, the music was blaring and yet… in the midst of it all, I was alone. I was surrounded by people, being pushed in every direction and yet I was more alone than I’d ever been. No music could drown out this loneliness. No lights could shine in this darkness. I was alone.Posted By Maggie On 08.19.2012 @ 6:36 pm
I have no clue what this word means. Well, actually I have a few clues, but none are conclusive, and therefore I do not feel comfortable trying to invent something witty and creative to write here. I came to this website all excited to write my little prompt, but instead I get PORTERED right in the face. Porter. Hmph. Stupid word.Posted By Maggie On 08.18.2012 @ 9:42 pm
She had never wanted anything so much in her life. Her lips tingled for it, her stomach cramped, and her heart pounded. With smoldering eyes she stared into those brown depth and resisted temptation for one second. Two seconds. Three. She gave in. With a moan, she parted her lips and ate the chocolate rabbit.Posted By Maggie On 08.14.2012 @ 7:19 pm
thinks, wonders, supposes, assumes…often incorrect? maybe real? crime. mischief. a secret. exposing something about someone, or something, or somewhere. thinks. worries? labels, tries to define, seeks a narrative truth, identifies as different or wrong or “other” or normal or right or true or deceptivePosted By maggie On 07.20.2012 @ 2:07 pm
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT A STRETCHER.
What do you really even say about a stretcher? I mean.. its a stretcher.
Alright this sucks. I’m still half asleep. Stretcher…
My time just glitched and started over. Maybe this time I’ll tell a story.
Things you can carry on a stretcher: dead people fat people short people dogs guns cheesecake apples monkey bread turtles poop monkeyssssPosted By Maggie On 07.19.2012 @ 5:59 am
His back ram-rod straight, he looked at the people around him as he received the metal. The adoration. The boredom. The pain. His family watched him carefully, aware of the truth. That being decorated had come at a price. And that price was peaceful nights and a clear conscience.
There was blood on that badge.Posted By Maggie On 07.16.2012 @ 12:35 pm
There’s nothing like running at high speed from possessed socks. It’s not my fault. How was I supposed to know a spirit had gotten into my underwear drawer? I’m just glad it had grabbed a pair of crew socks instead of a bra. That would be embarrassing. Imagine being chased down the street by a polka dot brassiere. No, thanks. Socks are bad enough.Posted By Maggie On 07.15.2012 @ 6:50 pm
She leaned back from the hot steam pouring out of the break in the pipe. Her crew stood behind her, waiting for her to finish examining it. “Let’s go, guys. We’ll need to patch this up before The Boss calls us back in.” A murmur of agreement rose behind her. She took a deep breath. “Go!” And the crew of four five-inch-tall mechanics dove into the steam.Posted By Maggie On 07.15.2012 @ 5:15 pm
I dont like crust! i think they taste bad and when they are on a hamburger bun they get burnt and crust. When i was little i would make my dad cut the crusts off of my sandwich. i guess i’ve gotten more tolerant of the crusts. Except i feed then to my dog. :PPosted By Maggie On 06.28.2012 @ 8:38 pm
I didn’t think I’d ever stop obsessing. My attention was constantly called to one thing over and over, an inescapable trap. Then I found the book. The book helps to distract, to draw you away from every obsession, but I ask myself this, does it help me to stop, or do I now only dwell on the book?Posted By Maggie On 06.23.2012 @ 4:06 pm
you have a minute to write. 60 seconds. how do you do that? how does your mind race so quickly and you can just figure it all out…. let it flow like that? the human mind is spectacular. that’s how fast it works. that’s how connected your eyes are to your brain. you have one minute. now go. fast. type. write. live in one minute. don’t second guess it.Posted By maggie On 06.23.2012 @ 10:57 am
I was switching phone services, from Verizon to Sprint, and the fucking management blew me off. They were being such idiots at Sprint, I never even switched over, and stuck with Verizon. A month later, they got the iPhone, the main reason I was switching to Sprint.Posted By Maggie On 06.11.2012 @ 1:50 pm