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Every single thing on Earth can be considered a substance. What qualifies something to not be made of something else? All things are made out of some combination of different substances. Is there something that relates all of these substances to one another in the universe? Carbon?

Posted By Megan On 08.08.2012 @ 1:35 pm

I dare to make a difference in this word. people think that one person can’t make a change? I think not. If no one stands up, who will? I’m here to be that person. Thats why im on this earth. I DARE to make a change.

Posted By Megan On 08.06.2012 @ 10:56 am

to dream to saor to fly to the highest places possible. dare to dream

Posted By Megan On 08.05.2012 @ 10:16 pm

i dare you to try to get me to open up to you, i dare myself to try.

Posted By megan On 08.05.2012 @ 12:36 pm

“Hurry up!” He whispered from behind me as I fumbled with the lock. “I’m trying Tom!!” I shouted back at him. I knew that I was being too loud. God, why was this taking so long? I wriggled the key around a bit more. This had to be it; there were no other keys in that drawer. This had to work. I could hear Thomas’s breathing growing more frantic. Finally, the lock slid open with a sweet pop. I took the lock off the shed door and threw it to the side. Thomas came to stand by me. Both of us were frozen. This was it; were we really going to go in? With one last hesitant glance towards eachother, Thomas leaned forward and swung the door open. My eyes strained to adjust to the darkness as I whispered, “Hello?”

Posted By Megan On 08.05.2012 @ 8:38 am

I told him a secret. A secret that I had been keeping from even myself. But it came out today. And now he knew what I truly was, and I had to accept it.

Posted By Megan On 08.03.2012 @ 1:13 pm

When i take pictures I feel complete. Like I’ll be able to look back someday and see that my life had been fun and exciting. I have very few from my childhood, it’s almost like it didn’t happen. There’s a void from that time because my mom was working so much and there was never any time for pictures.

Posted By megan On 08.02.2012 @ 12:10 pm

I feel trapped, I don’t know what to do…I cant get out and it scares me. Im stuck ‘here for another two years..and the fear it haunts me..Help. I’m trapped…and I have no idea what to do….I’m scared…please help me. I’m going to do it.

Posted By Megan On 08.02.2012 @ 4:32 am

it’s a trap, but is it worth it. could the outcome of this lie still be enough to make me happy. or will i get trapped in a never ending cycle of lies.

Posted By megan On 08.01.2012 @ 2:17 pm

i am trapped. in this life. in my ways, and habbits, and feeling. i do things the way i do them and find it hard to break it. i’m not sure if i want to break it. i am trapped

Posted By megan On 08.01.2012 @ 2:05 pm

Statements. Lots of people make statements, don’t they? One person says one thing, the next person says the opposite. Statements are opinions. They provide insight. A statement can speak volumes about a person, or it may say nothing at all. Words are what we make of them. Words are what we let them be. Statements are tools to make the most or least of ourselves.

Posted By Megan On 07.27.2012 @ 2:22 am

I will make a statement, stand up and say my piece. Because I deserve to be heard and given a chance to gain a voice in a silent time.

Posted By Megan On 07.26.2012 @ 11:46 am

I first think of hands when I read this word. Hands holding each other. I guess one of the hands could be called a holder. Both of them in fact. Holders could also be kinds of people who do not like to let go. They continue holding on until time is gone.

Posted By Megan On 07.24.2012 @ 8:17 pm

Icing… Well, it’s not my favorite thing in the world. Everyone says “it’s just the icing on the cake” meaning the best part.. Well I only like chocolate icing so… if it’s not chocolate icing i immediately think of something repulsive and horrible. So, the icing on the cake definitely isn’t the best part.

Posted By Megan On 07.22.2012 @ 10:22 pm

The man walked slowly into his office and stopped in his tracks. His apprentice was lying on the floor, blood trickling from a head wound. All of the other coworkers stood in a circle around him, whispering and looking fearful.

Posted By Megan On 07.20.2012 @ 5:56 pm

I’m on patrol. Walking around this fence. They haven’t told me exactly what I am looking for, only to keep looking. I don’t understand how we got to this point. A small village. Fenced in. All boys age 14 and older, walking around with guns. What for? Why? Nobody will answer these questions. Maybe nobody knows. I know better than to keep asking.

Posted By Megan On 07.19.2012 @ 10:17 pm

The sonar showed five enemy ships in the area. Kate and Will were sure they were doomed, but they decided to outrun the ships or die.

Posted By Megan On 07.18.2012 @ 8:56 am

I’m not really sure how much I know about sonar. I think bats use it, right? They use sonar to sense their surroundings. Because they’re blind and can’t see. So they put out waves and the waves bounce back to the bats so they can sense their surroundings.

Posted By Megan On 07.17.2012 @ 10:23 pm

We’re staying in a house with 4th of July decorations crowding the walls. No pictures, hangings, or paintings; just strings of red, white, and blue lights and bunting strung across the walls.

Posted By Megan On 07.16.2012 @ 12:06 pm

me and my crew, well we call ourselves that clan, with a C not a K…. because that would be weird otherwise… my crew is the best of friends, anna asley, anna and i.. we go on all kinds of fun adventures(: i really love my friends

Posted By Megan On 07.15.2012 @ 1:47 pm

i like crew neck lines, but when i see the word “crew” i think about a team of fisherman, like being a crew of people, on the high seas, and catching fish and junk like that! the word crew is kind of bland…..

Posted By Megan On 07.15.2012 @ 1:45 pm

Bandages reminds me of band aids. My sister has an unhealthy band aid obsession. She has superhero band aids, mustaches, and pickles. Wouldn’t it be cool if band aids could display your mood? So you knew if you hurt someone whether they forgave you or not. I think that would be cool.

Posted By Megan On 07.13.2012 @ 6:15 am

An adviser’s like a counselor, right? I’m going to see a counselor soon for emotional reasons. Wait I think it’s more like an assistant. An adviser, that is. I don’t know. Here’s some advice: think of puppies all day long and you’ll never be sad.

Posted By Megan On 07.12.2012 @ 5:18 am

The only person I have ever considered an adviser was Mrs. Cosgrove. She was such a wonderful woman, and she was a role model in so many ways that I’ll never be able to express. I’m really grateful to her.

Posted By Megan On 07.11.2012 @ 4:37 pm

I closed my eyes as he walked up behind me, peering over my shoulder at the open notebook. The page had only three words, written over and over: “Get me out.” We were supposed to write about what we’ve learned so far this year, and this was all I could come up with. He groaned, a hint of laughter.

Posted By Megan On 07.11.2012 @ 11:18 am

I remember how she suggested it, like it was nothing. The suggestion just flew around for a while, and then fell right between us. We both couldn’t move, we just stared at it.

Posted By Megan On 07.11.2012 @ 10:21 am

I learned from the last time I wrote that a turbine is like a windmill. I like windmills; they’re usually in pictures of big open fields. I’d like to live in a big open field. Or at least spend a lot of time in one. It reminds me of the Dixie Chicks song, Wide Open Spaces. I don’t really listen to country, but I like their music.

Posted By Megan On 07.10.2012 @ 11:08 am

I don’t really know what turbine means. I mean, I think it has something to do with cutting wood, or airplanes, or the military, but I don’t really know. I like airplanes. I wish I could fly more often, but plane tickets are expensive. I want to travel more when I get older. I have got to kill my inner editor. Ugh. STOP BACKSPACING DAMMIT.

Posted By Megan On 07.10.2012 @ 10:56 am

a bucket is a wonderful source of imagination; you can put anything inside. When you die you kick one, when you are thirsty you fill one. They tend to be brown, wooden, and lovely.

Posted By Megan On 07.08.2012 @ 5:29 pm

Everything was in motion. The world slowed down to just a blurring mass of colors. I didn’t know when my ferris wheel ride had taken a wrong turn. One second I was peacefully watching the carnival below me, the next I was tumbling off of the highest cart.

Posted By Megan On 07.01.2012 @ 6:53 pm