Entries By Marianne
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stories
Selling stories of secretive nature, she succumbed to the salaciousness of their sensuality.
Posted By Marianne On 05.06.2013 @ 8:14 pm
dissolve
burrow
attracted
He drew her breath into himself, growing more attracted with every molecule of her.
Posted By Marianne On 04.13.2013 @ 3:30 pm
boots
“Who gives a hoot about those old boots?” asked the coots.
Posted By Marianne On 03.23.2013 @ 8:37 pm
beware
Beware of the affair of the au pair and the so-called fair Blair.
Posted By Marianne On 03.21.2013 @ 8:06 pm
covert
blasted
He blasted his blasphemous blabbers as a blazon on his blathering.
Posted By Marianne On 03.14.2013 @ 11:38 am
tales
Tales of wails indicating bales of fails in the trails make their way through the gales.
Posted By Marianne On 03.11.2013 @ 4:38 pm
signals
She sends sorry signals; silky sighs of sex to simulate sensation.
Posted By Marianne On 03.07.2013 @ 8:13 am
lamb
Little lambs lament at their labor, not knowing that it will strengthen their sabers.
Posted By Marianne On 03.05.2013 @ 7:41 am
startled
cave
stalled
grasped
Growing grimmer and graver, the grouch grasped his own graceless visage and grumbled as he grieved his grimy fate.
Posted By Marianne On 02.19.2013 @ 1:40 pm
sanctity
Protecting the sanctity of sanity, he lets go of his amity with immortality.
Posted By Marianne On 02.14.2013 @ 8:41 pm
willed
She willed her whole life to him. And still it was a waste. Every everlasting promise, deep commitment, and meaningful connection was nothing but a timid lie.
Posted By Marianne On 02.15.2013 @ 6:59 pm
growing
I’m growing everyday. A young, pink rose. But with the beating sun and blowing wind, I wilt, I limp. My petals dry, I think I’ll die. And still somehow I grow.
Posted By Marianne On 02.08.2013 @ 8:36 pm
salesman
The Bible salesman came to my door once again. This time I listened politely to his message, noticing that been perfected by repetition, even though it was so often ignored. Still, I did not purchase one of his books. Kindly sending him away, and shutting the door I realized why I never bought one of those navy-blue felt books with a golden cross on the front. No parable, letter, prayer, or miraculous tale could ever give me grace or bring me peace. No Bible salesman could save me.
Posted By Marianne On 02.07.2013 @ 7:58 pm
claims
She claims to be the smartest person in the school. She claims to be the best at sports. She claims to be the most artistic. She claims to be the prettiest and the most popular. She can claim anything she wants. It doesn’t make the truth any less truthful.
Posted By Marianne On 02.06.2013 @ 4:49 pm
think
I tell myself to think. I scream to my mind in an attempt to stimulate it somehow. Yet silence and numbness are my companions throughout the day. I stare at blankness and emptiness. There is a gaping void in my life, a black hole, that swallows up any hint of emotion or creativity or passion. It causes me to feel nothing. Upon further observation, I realize that I do think, but I think of nothing.
Posted By Marianne On 02.05.2013 @ 6:08 pm
I should think of the wink as a mere slip of pink, but I would be moved to the brink if it meant he felt linked.
Posted By Marianne On 02.05.2013 @ 12:44 pm
husband
My husband kissed my head softly, and all I could think of was the deceit, the lies, the disloyalty, and the hatred and disgust I felt for him. And yet all these feelings were triggered by the sweetest and tenderest of actions, that would have caused me to swoon in the early days of our romance. The main cause of my contempt for him was that the betraying lips pressed to my forehead, had touched those of another woman.
Posted By Marianne On 02.04.2013 @ 10:26 pm
wall
He hurdled the ball against the wall, hoping it would make him fall.
Posted By Marianne On 02.03.2013 @ 3:14 pm
Brick by brick Sky high With every word You build a wall between us That surrounds and encases my heart An inescapable prison That I cannot break down
Posted By Marianne On 02.03.2013 @ 3:04 pm
murder
Cackling in her mirth, she misplaced the murder in the midnight madness.
Posted By Marianne On 02.02.2013 @ 9:54 pm
And just like that, the life of a human being was forever gone. A life filled with billions of separate moments of happiness and sadness and passion and anger and hate and love, ceased to exist. The simplicity of the act of murder is one of the greatest lies ever presented in our modern culture. I had wrongly used the dark power that all humans are unfortunately given to end the possibilities and opportunities held in the life of another. The guilt overwhelmed me, like a powerful wave pulling me down to the depths of the sea, drowning me and crushing my black soul, until the point when I could no longer breathe. Shakespearean words echoed in my mind as I felt the blood on my hands turning all of Poseidon’s green sea a deep, and unforgivable red.
Posted By Marianne On 02.02.2013 @ 4:57 pm
