Entries By Nell
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The globe was like any other I have ever seen. It was small, with no particular color. It had hues of pinks, purples, blues, reds, and greens, that seem to swirl in spiral, endlessly. It was hypnotizing, almost to the point, I lost all senses. I could not hear anything, nor feel the smooth texture of the globe, I could see the swirling pattern of colors.Posted By Nell On 12.03.2012 @ 10:45 am
The ancient vase sat on a pedestal in my grandfathers living room. It seemed to made of jade, with a gold design, the design almost looked like a dragon, breathing flame. It was hard to tell. My grandfather claimed that vase has been passed down in our family, for generation to generation, since the time one of my long dead relatives found it, in a tomb of ancient Chinese warrior. I’m not sure if I believe him.Posted By Nell On 02.10.2013 @ 11:02 am
I was raised in an old town not far from here. The view was nice, the gardens were pretty, the people were dull. The town consisted of old people, kids under 3 and me… My mum and dad and i lived in the cottage down the road, that is where we had always lived, until now.Posted By nell On 10.19.2012 @ 12:22 am
Mary slipped on her headphones, cracking up her music so she wouldn’t have to listen to her mother’s babble. She listened to her favorite band until the headphones were ripped out of her ears, an angry mother giving her a dirty look. Mary smiled innocently, and quickly stuffed her iPod into her jacket pocket.Posted By Nell On 09.08.2012 @ 8:02 pm
Jaylynn looked out at the early morning sun, yesterday’s rain and today’s sunshine, caused a misty glow. She smiled and jumped out of bed, hurring to get dressed. She raced outside and into the mist, letting the moisture sock into her skin. She jogged down her street,her legs pumping.Posted By Nell On 08.17.2012 @ 9:12 pm
I used to think that success was measure in the amount of medals you won or the good grades you got but I think really to succeed means to be personally fulfilled – whether that’s because you have a great relationship or a wonderful pet or you just spent a weekend doing something that you love instead of worrying about what you *should* be doing. I hope that, with this sentiment, I can succeed every day for the rest of my life.Posted By Nell On 08.17.2011 @ 1:53 pm
bank statement how much money have I got I trust what it says statements of truth statements of fact I wonder how much of what we hear is really true when I read my bank statement I wonder how I managed to spend all that money I wish life were simpler no statements no pieces of paper to manage all the time no statements to bother us all the time.Posted By Nell On 03.11.2011 @ 1:33 am
hello. my name is nell. how are you? i dont go to barbers because im a girl and they would chop all my hair off. la dee daaaaaaa. i like to sing. do you? its fun. but im not actually singing right now. barber. barder. man. pan. barber shop quartets? yes, thats what i said. cool shit.Posted By Nell On 02.24.2011 @ 7:29 pm
Barber shops are when men get their hair cut in to all sorts of funny styles. They can even go for a buffon, which is a womans hair style (oops i mean bouffant!) and it can look rather dashing on the rather ordinary type of man. Barber shoopsare usually full of sleezey greasey italian men who cut the hair.Posted By Nell On 02.24.2011 @ 2:17 pm
It wasn’t my fingerprint on that gun. I was sure of that. I hadn’t touched it.
I was sure.
I saw her blood. And I ran. And I ran.
I didn’t do it. Why would I do it? She was the only good thing in my life.
But somehow they can prove I did it. With one fingerprint. Not mine though. I am sure of it.Posted By Nell On 04.02.2009 @ 6:57 pm
forever doesn’t mean eternity. it doesn’t mean what people want it to mean. Forever is only a memory of what you wish you could. Have everything you want in one simple word. Beautiful and yet so complex. Nothing can ever be forever. Nothing can be an eternity. Change is always.Posted By Nell On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
this makes me think of emails!! Maybe I spend too long checking them at work. Also old-fashioned mailboxes with little flags on them, with snow on top, at the end of a long driveway. Mail is exciting, I can’t ever resist checking what’s come in when I’m at work. But looking back at the silly conversations I have at work makes me feel a bit daft.Posted By Nell On 12.17.2009 @ 12:31 pm