Entries By Miriam
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electrocute
He was a bad man. No one wanted him around for all the damage he had done. The day his electrocution was announced everyone breathed a little easier. With his death happiness was reborn in the small town. It was finally over.
Posted By Miriam On 04.26.2013 @ 1:49 pm
welfare
People are always arguing about this here in DC. Wanting to know what’s fair or right and wrong. So scared. But why not be swindled if it means we can do some good? I’d rather be able to help someone and be taken advantage of than not being helpful at all.
Posted By Miriam On 04.10.2013 @ 1:45 pm
master
He was a tall man, bruiting and towering over my battered frame. A grizzly expression in his lip, he grumbled, almost growling orders at me. I couldn’t help but obey, my muscles aching with every minute movement as I followed his lead.
Posted By Miriam On 01.10.2013 @ 5:02 pm
object
It was just an object. That’s what she had to convince herself; that it wasn’t real, or important. It was a belonging, belonged to her. No, it didn’t belong, she had possession over it, but it belonged to none. Her soul for his life was the trade. And so she let it go.
Posted By Miriam On 12.02.2012 @ 3:04 pm
cook
I wrote this and I want to share it with no one in particular. “Clearly Not” By Miriam
I wish I was invisible.
I’d go out,
and wander the streets.
Perch on a wall,
and watch the world.
I’d meld with the rain,
and make indents into the snow,
“Ghost, phenomenon”,
people would stare. But
I wouldn’t be there.
I’d be gone, on an evening stroll.
Feeling the wind
wisp around me.
It knows I’m here,
and so does the rain,
Because I’m not.
I’m not see-through.
If I sit there,
and ponder my thoughts,
people would wonder,
a little, a lot.
And I would wish that I wasn’t there,
that I was invisible.
Posted By Miriam On 12.01.2012 @ 8:03 pm
himself
I told him I love him. Not loved, love, present tense. It’s been a month, and that doesn’t seem long, but I feel farther from him than ever. We were together for 8 months, but we broke up. Tell self: “He doesn’t care for you, he only cares for himself.”
Note: I would like to point out that I was going to write the above no matter what the word was. Coincidence that it was relatable to my thoughts.
Posted By Miriam On 11.30.2012 @ 5:19 pm
themselves
They thought to themselves, “We must survive.” But the echo in the space was too large, and resounding. They were alone, but two was one and they was she. She thought.
Posted By Miriam On 11.09.2012 @ 7:40 am
flex
His muscles flexed. He wasn’t trying as hard as he could. He didn’t want to come off as showy. He liked this girl and he wanted her to like him. So he put in some extra “umph” as he lifted her suitcase up the stairs into her room.
Posted By Miriam On 09.08.2012 @ 12:04 am
darlings
“No, I won’t be afraid,” the girl said to her lover. At least, that is what she thought of him as, but that would not matter in a couple of days. When the school year ended, so did their relationship. He knew this, but she was left in the dark. Now, four months later, her heart is a hollow well. Empty of darling, and filled with pain.
Posted By Miriam On 08.30.2012 @ 6:46 pm
manners
The girl with the bad manners. She sat there, plain as she was, and ate the entire table. Literally. The meatloaf, the soup, the forks, even the porcelain gravy tureen. All gone. Finished with a belch that woke the neighbors. Rude.
Posted By Miriam On 08.10.2012 @ 12:18 am
A kind word, an open door, a friendly smile. The few things we are told are right to do can have such an enormous impact on the individuals around us. They can start the mending process to a broken spirit, brighten a day once thought to only be spiraling downwards. We can be proper simply for the sake of such a thing, or we can do it for a bigger purpose. For sharing the lightness of our hearts or ignoring the heaviness to make someone else’s burden just a bit easier to bear.
Posted By Miriam On 08.09.2012 @ 9:13 pm
icing
Icing. It’s tasty, it’s sweet and it’s affordable. What’s not to like? I could go into a metaphorical discussion about how icing is like love – sweet and tasty, but too much of it can be bad for you. Not that too much love is bad. But too much dependence on love? Maybe that is.
Posted By Miriam On 07.23.2012 @ 5:09 am
suggestion
The word suggestions is funny, since this site suggests words that start the writing process. It’s a humorous paradox. I suggest the next word be random.
Posted By Miriam On 07.10.2012 @ 11:23 am
overalls
The girl was in pigtails, a bright pink hairband held he light brown locks tightly drawn together. She was wearing green overalls. She was beautiful. I wished
Posted By Miriam On 07.07.2012 @ 10:23 pm
detention
My mind. a darkened place. There is no speaking, no playing,it is quiet. But not a good quiet. end
Posted By Miriam On 07.06.2012 @ 9:30 pm
modem
I don’t really understand what a modem is but it makes me think of the word modern. Everything is mainstreamed modernized, nothing is new. everything is old. i should just die, with only what is left on my modem to remember me by. dead.
Posted By Miriam On 07.04.2012 @ 9:00 pm
crust
Crust is on the sides of bread and a crust on the Earth, imagine if the Earths crust was on the side of a slice of your morning bread! Imagine if the Earths Crust was made of bread, in times of famine, we could eat the earths crust instead!
Posted By Miriam On 06.29.2012 @ 4:35 am
soups
Soft and warm, like a memory from before I saw you. You were my first choice, liquid and lucid. I was always comfortable in your presence. Too bad, I rushed in. I burned my tongue.
Posted By Miriam On 06.25.2012 @ 8:36 pm
convict
someone who has done something wrong and is most probably going to be sent to prison. convict is also a word of a song which was in the charts for a long times, some crap rap
Posted By Miriam On 06.02.2012 @ 1:54 am
stunt
what a shinanigan. such reckless abandon why would he pull a stunt like that. Doesn’t he know that I worry, just how much I care? I love him for it, and hate him too. what a stunt…
Posted By Miriam On 05.26.2012 @ 4:28 pm
staple
gun. once i stapled one piece of paper to the next. my friend once stapled her finger on purpose, it looked really painful. maybe this means staple items like water and food, some people consider material objects like ipods and tvs to be staple items.
Posted By Miriam On 03.17.2012 @ 3:11 pm
flirt
one of the things my boyfriend misses most about being single is the flirting. not the scoring, the thrill of the chase. now we flirt together. and apart, a bit. mostly we chase, sometimes we score, but always we like each other even better…
Posted By Miriam On 02.15.2012 @ 12:54 pm
awakening
This morning as I was awakening, I noticed that the sun was shining brightly. Hmmm…sure hope we have water today, ’cause we’re all gonna need showers for sure. No water. That definitely takes some getting used to.
Thank you Lord that we have opportunity to feel what it’s like to not have water…but that you make it temporary. Thank you Lord that we are in a position that people would steal our trash.
Posted By Miriam On 10.23.2011 @ 9:04 pm
concern
something to worry work school grades love friendship happiness stress people sanity life living
Posted By Miriam On 09.18.2011 @ 7:37 pm
Concern is what you have when you check your facebook and some teenager has posted a ton of angst about how rotten everyone is and she just thinks life stinks. Oh, to be able to get into that young person’s brain and to let her know how.much.God.REALLY.loves her. Life is just stinkin’ good.
Posted By Miriam On 09.18.2011 @ 7:04 pm
shootout
ack! Never have been much for shootouts…but alas, I am the mom to five boys. Shootouts happen regularly around here. So far no serious injuries. The most interesting thing of late is that my son is stalking our neighbor’s dog with his boy and arrow. That’s okay? Right? It’s a pretend bow, no sharp arrows.
Posted By Miriam On 09.17.2011 @ 11:58 pm
stem
I held the flower by its stem and inhaled its scent. Luscious and other worldly, a quick trip to the tropics.
Posted By Miriam On 07.06.2011 @ 9:48 am
assisted
assisted living getting old needing help needing assistance not getting what you need leaving it all behind
Posted By Miriam On 07.05.2011 @ 9:10 am
crane
long neck reaching toward the sky white, glowing in the sun, at the edge of a pond watching for prey
beautiful
Posted By Miriam On 07.04.2011 @ 9:11 am
