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anchor it is the symbol of our navy a symbol of pride strength we can trace the anchor back to ancient times it is scattered through history it is truly magnificent and amazing

Posted By nick On 04.11.2013 @ 5:28 pm

What does it mean? What should I do here? Should I write what I think about that word or provide a definition? Let’s

Posted By Nick On 04.11.2013 @ 7:18 am

Clicking away, typing away, living away. Dale never knew one person who did not hate him. Not one. But the internet didn’t judge. The facebooks, and tumblrs, and twitters, and instagrams never saw his face. Not his real face. Things could be changed, seen different, warped. Dale liked it that way.

Posted By Nick On 04.09.2013 @ 7:32 pm

the baker was hard at work, putting together his list of ingredients to make his perfect cake. He realized, with a start, that he was out of flour. A trip to the store was in his future, it would seem. A normal enough trip, one would think, but for him it was a nightmare.

Posted By Nick On 04.07.2013 @ 9:28 am

Whole Wheat. Her choice every time. I sat behind the counter, longing to ask her something, anything. I never did. I thought about the talks we could have had. The night’s spent longing for one another. The time spent dreaming of what comes next. But I never talked to her. Only in my dreams.

Posted By Nick On 04.03.2013 @ 11:50 am

I couldn’t get clean. It was as if the smudge had stuck onto the underneath. I couldn’t get clean. I scrubbed and pushed and gnawed at it. I couldn’t get clean. All I could was watch, as the smudge took me over.

Posted By Nick On 04.03.2013 @ 10:26 am

His spit spat off his tongue in such a way that the room knew what came next. Every word uttered from his abdomen from that point was black with deceit. He took each opening of his mouth with malice. He did not stop speaking until the whole room knew his goal. His speech was a plague that no one knew how to stop.

Posted By Nick On 04.01.2013 @ 4:06 am

its so fast and scary, and sometimes it can be dangerous, but for the most part I think it’s really beautiful that nature can come up with something so awesome and powerful. We take for granted how much we can actually manipulate our environment, but I think theres a price we have to pay.

Posted By Nick On 03.27.2013 @ 9:09 pm

There is not a single place he could think on that would quench him. He would bobble from place to place, town to town, city to city, without a single flicker of the light. He though he would never find it. Maybe he’s right….

Posted By Nick On 03.17.2013 @ 7:48 pm

The sunshine never ceased. The flames never diminished. He had one chance to look out onto the world he was leaving behind. Before he turned around to leave his life, to leave his ways, he took one longing look back into the distance and spit into his misfortunes face.

Posted By Nick On 03.13.2013 @ 9:27 pm

He saw the world in a different way. Everyone passed by wondering what he was staring at, what he was thinking about, where he was. When asked what preoccupied him, he always replied the same way, “There. I’m over there.”

Posted By Nick On 03.13.2013 @ 1:01 am

She claims that the man is his. Its not. Its mine. In my head, he belongs to me. Virtually, physically it might be hers. But he is mine. He told me so. I hear his words.

Posted By Nick On 02.06.2013 @ 10:19 pm

The an came in the night,dark, lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the hospital. He came seeking refuge from the cold, a traveler in the dark finding refuge in sickness. The Visitor was me,the wanderer, the traveler, the visitor.

Posted By nick On 01.28.2013 @ 7:31 pm

The an came in the night,dark, lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the hospital. He came seeking refuge from the cold, a traveler in the dark finding refuge in sickness. The Visitor was me.

Posted By nick On 01.28.2013 @ 7:29 pm

I am the breeze that sweeps across your face in the oppressive summer heat; I am that quiet respite from the pressures of the world. I am Cool.

Posted By nick On 01.27.2013 @ 6:05 pm

the Autumn breeze,the waters of a brook, the air atop a mountain. cool, cool. Refreshing, cool. In this space, I am cool, relaxed, refreshed. I am renewed by the air, the water, the breeze. I am cool. Cool

Posted By Nick On 01.27.2013 @ 5:57 pm

Nicholas had applied for the job three weeks ago, and he could not force himself to realize the truth. No one would hire him with his record. It would be a harsh long road. One he couldn’t afford to go down, not with two kids and a wife. He couldn’t do that to them.

Posted By Nick On 01.20.2013 @ 7:53 pm

Sound is hearing stuff, sorta. Not really, it’s the stuff that we here. Is it freudian that I thought of sex noises? Probably. Humans (and all animals i think) recieve sound through their ears.

Posted By Nick On 01.18.2013 @ 10:37 pm

the lonely shopkeeper slowly walked to the front of his shop, turning his OPEN sign to CLOSED. He straightened up his ill visited shop, sweeping the floors, restocking what little stock had left his store. He was always looking for something to get people into his little shop that sold nicnacs and other useless items, when he thought, “what about this very broom I’m holding in my hands?” He pondered the idea for quite a while before deciding he would start selling brooms to anyone who needed them.

Posted By Nick On 01.16.2013 @ 7:22 pm

Whenever I have to make a speech or present a project, I get kinda nervous…Like so nervous that my hands start shaking and my breathing comes in short incremented breaths. I’m losing oxygen, and then I choke up. At least, that’s what usually happened. Now, for some reason, I don’t get nervous anymore. There was no process I went through to accomplish such a feat, it just happened. I just think to myself “You’ll be fine. Be strong and confident and everything will work out perfectly. There is nothing at all to be afraid of.” I think that once I started repeating this mantra in my head, things became a lot simpler. I don’t care what other people think of me and that’s really all that matters. I’m proud to show the world what I’ve accomplished…and do so without a shaky voice.

Posted By Nick On 01.14.2013 @ 9:45 pm

i must be successful in life. Im very determined to make sure that my family has a good life, and never struggle! I don’t want my family to have to worry about food, money, or a place to live ever! I also must try my hardest at every thing i do, and never give up.

Posted By Nick On 01.08.2013 @ 3:05 am

police jail people murder felony kill triumph rising leaving changing better learning helping sacrifice true honesty success greatness achieve love life live long prosper rich money provide

Posted By nick On 12.30.2012 @ 1:01 am

The types of television shows that Nicholas watched were not deemed appropriate by his mother. She preferred that he watch various Broadway show spin=offs and high class television. Nicholas preferred shows that were raunchier and later at night.

Posted By Nick On 12.27.2012 @ 8:45 pm

Scattered little things. To describe the room as anything else would be criminal. A paltry amount of decorations, emptiness abounded. What remained, what existed, was simply the scattered little things across the marble floor. Shards of glass, of plates, of plastics and metals; streams of colored liquids stained into the tiles and grout; scraps of paper; shattered dreams and memories. Scattered little things.

Posted By Nick On 12.21.2012 @ 4:34 pm

people use all manner of types of research methods. something always tells me that for me i would always seek the path of least resistance but it also has to be that which makes me feel good and benefit more than just myself. No live for just me.

Posted By Nick On 12.10.2012 @ 5:05 am

Simplicity is the heart to life. Those who live without it will never understand true love or happiness. Trust stems from life experiences, but it is the simplicity of it that makes it real. People say falling in love is one of the complicated things, but to me it is one of the most simple with who I am with :)

Posted By Nick On 12.05.2012 @ 10:36 pm

Herself. He wondered what she thought about him. Did the date go well? They only talked about last night’s baseball game and the dreariness of the weather this week. Oh well. He was only 34.

Posted By Nick On 11.30.2012 @ 3:17 pm

It’s gone, dust. In the words of the Living End circa 1995, the past is in our heads, the future’s in our heads. In the words of John Marsden, time spent in reflection (of the past) id seldom wasted, but, according to Yoda, not at the expense of the future.

Posted By Nick On 11.29.2012 @ 2:10 am

It’s funny cuz when I think of the word under I think of sex. Sex sex sex or is that just me. Cuz your scrotum is over your butthole which means your butthole is UNDER your scrotum. Are you seeing what I did there? SCROTUMS ARE BAD. What am I saying? OMG I stopped typing oops woah

Posted By Nick On 11.27.2012 @ 3:43 pm

Did I happen to mention my intention? Pay attention! When you mention something, you say it in a kind of roundabout way, or hint at it, you don’t mention in great detail, but you can always expound upon what you previously mentioned. I forgot to mention that mention can serve as both noun and verb, something which I think deserves a mention.

Posted By Nick On 11.18.2012 @ 7:49 pm