Entries By Mary Ellen
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instrumental
It was a pretty piece, softly serenading my ears. Its music floated through the air like soft clouds through the heavens. It was an instrumental of violins, cellos and a flute… heavenly.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 05.06.2012 @ 1:29 pm
scorn
It was scorn. They talked, whispered, and sneered about those people who’s lives were too insignificant to be of importance to them. If they’d have only known that those people weren’t any different than they were.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.24.2012 @ 10:39 am
sound
The sound was coming from behind me. I turned around but couldn’t see what was making the noise. I was a bit annoyed because it was a high pitched hum and it sounded funny in my ears. Finally, I spotted a bumble bee.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.22.2012 @ 5:17 am
It was dark and there wasn’t a moon to see. There were stars glittering in the night, however and in the distance you could hear many a sound from creatures and critters echoing their greetings across the country side.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.21.2012 @ 4:26 pm
slight
It was the look in her eye that made me suspicious. She seemed to enjoy our company and acted pleasant all the while, but it was the slight glance now and then of distrust and superiority that made me question her friendliness.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.20.2012 @ 9:29 am
sunglasses
There was a cool breeze blowing over the meadow as Sarah sat in the tall grass. Flowers scattered the view. She wore a pair of sunglasses and a white sundress to fit the mood. It was that sort of day.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.19.2012 @ 9:41 am
I slipped the sunglasses onto my face. I turned the keys and started the engine. It was going to be a long drive. I rolled the windows down and the fresh air floated into my car. How I loved summer time!
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.18.2012 @ 4:23 pm
earring
The golden earring hung like the sun on the horizon. It dangled from the lovely ladies ear and graced her faced with it’s presence. Such a rustic elegance.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.17.2012 @ 9:47 am
desk
I sat there, staring into space. No words came to mind. My paper was blank as it laid upon the desk, white.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 04.16.2012 @ 9:07 am
edge
on the edge of glory. closer to the edge. edge of a razor. edge of a cliff. ahhhhh, I’m gonna die, on a cliff. Cliff hanger books.. I like those, i think. Oh my gosh. edgeedgeedge. The edge is near the cliff. Cliffs have edges. Pools have edges that you can dive right in at. The edge leads to a very far fall. You could die by jumping off the edge. Suicides can be done by jumping off the edge of a bridge, cliff, anything.
Posted By Mary Ellen On 10.02.2011 @ 6:07 pm
bandana
i think of motorcycle gangs with red bandanas and leather jackets with big glasses and have a bad ass attitude. I think of my gansta brother who use to wear different colored ones to try to be cool the funniest one being a pink one
Posted By Mary Ellen On 05.02.2011 @ 8:34 pm
circles
Circles go round and round i never find the end endless circular gettin glost in the circle no longer have direction constantly moving creating ruts grooves which only increase the liklehood of the circle continuing… vicious circles…
Posted By Mary Ellen On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
