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I like spinning yarn, it helps calm my nerves as well as my thirst for blood which is great especially during the season of the white moon in which I do nothing but drink from the throats of my enemies and spin life thread on the loom of the universe. I love cats and sometimes I may take their fur and spin it on the loom.

Posted By Phoebe On 05.10.2013 @ 8:37 pm

What ensued was a grand battle. More grand, actually, than any battle in history. That’s right. “Did I participate?” you may be thinking. I can assure you, that no, I did no such thing.

Posted By phoebe On 05.01.2013 @ 6:38 pm

It was all well and good that you could do perfectly on your tests and were smarter then almost everyone else in the school (some of them combined) and yet you still found yourself in the guidance counselors office, eyes burning and throat dry as she told you that your lack of homework proved you to be a not so very dedicated student and that you’d have to be in summer school and why did you not just apply yourself more; did you not want the other kids to know how smart you were?

Posted By Phoebe On 01.30.2013 @ 12:53 pm

“Silence in the studio!” The directior called, his voice booming around the room.The quiet chatter quickly died down. “Okay, were going live in 5… 4… 3..” the director counted the last two on his hand, before giving me the thumbs up, meaning cameras were rolling and I was screening on almost every tv in the country. Better not stuff up.

“Tena koutou, tena koutou, tena koutou katoa, I’m Julie Wright and this is One News.” I had my tv-smile plastered onto my face as I stared into the depths of the giant tv camera before me. Another late night, another top story, another few hours of desperately trying not to muck up.

Thats when the piercing noice of the fire bell rang out loud and clear throughout the building.

Posted By Phoebe On 12.08.2012 @ 1:39 pm

4th of July. They sky was lit up, explosions of colour erupting above the shimmering harbour, spectators watching in awe. After a years work of preparing masterpieces, finally, the work paid off.

Loud thundering booms rang in everyones ears, and the fireworks blazed among the stars.

Posted By Phoebe On 12.07.2012 @ 6:52 pm

I lay on the roof, looking up at the sky, millions of stars skattered around like glitter. I sighed – the universe was so complex and mindblowing, yet beautiful in its unknown wonder.

Posted By Phoebe On 12.06.2012 @ 11:34 pm

The roof of my house is red. It is a rusty red, worn out from relentless rain pounding against it every winter, and mercyless sun every summer. My roof has a leek. I hear it dripping every night…..

Posted By Phoebe On 12.06.2012 @ 11:23 pm

Simple… A person can call many things in life simple but only someone great can turn something simple and make it complex,lives can be simple but then they’d never be worth wild, and trust me anything worth wild is never going to be SIMPLE….

Posted By phoebe On 12.05.2012 @ 5:02 pm

easy, plain , ordinary are words that can describe Simple. Some people have simple lives but simple is never exiting. And exiting is never simple but things can be simply amazing.

Posted By phoebe On 12.05.2012 @ 4:48 pm

or whoever they are

Posted By phoebe On 11.09.2012 @ 6:02 am

by they themselves could rule the world, could learn to fish could just be nerds by they themselves they could live a love or lie to themselves about when they’ll die they spent their time wandering wandering throughout the world they ruled. together themselves cut through the time it took to take it back.

Posted By Phoebe On 11.08.2012 @ 3:31 pm

i need to figure out what i want to major in in college–maybe english. i don’t know. that means that i have to be good at writing instead of just writing because i like it.

i remember taking music theory classes when i was in elementary school and i would cry when i couldn’t understand something. major scales are some combination of whole whole half whole whole whole half but i don’t think it’s that exactly. i was a perfectionist back then. i’m not anymore. which is good. and healthier.

major lazer

Posted By phoebe On 11.07.2012 @ 5:16 pm

Living my life as a mother has shown my father that I have grown alot from when I was younger and now being a grandmother has impressed him also. I am proud to see that smile on his face. Growing up I have disappointed him quite a few times.

Posted By Phoebe On 10.19.2012 @ 4:01 pm

The lights and the music. The people, the clothes. Everything is perfect. Has to be perfect to make this one last scene. The scene that will change history. If it’s not right, it will change everything.

Posted By Phoebe On 10.05.2012 @ 3:59 pm

A hundred miles. A hundred thousand. Hundreds. The Hundred Acre Wood. A hundred reasons. Hunted. Hungry. Hunger Games. Peeta. Pita. Hummus. Hundreds of hungry hummus hunters.

Posted By Phoebe On 09.28.2012 @ 6:29 pm

Misty was my best friends cousin she was a slut who stole from jessicas dad and very confrontational

Posted By Phoebe On 08.18.2012 @ 3:18 am

Maybe it just means something with actual substance, with weight and all that jazz. But when I see that word, I think of spiritual and floaty things. Like, u know, souls and everything. Ghosts and spirits. Spirits? I’m just rambling here. Spinning cotton candy. Swirling in the breeze. Humming.

Posted By Phoebe On 08.09.2012 @ 11:14 am

the card holder is the man that is in power, he can do things others can only dream of. thing is anyone can be the “holder” they just have to be in the right time and place and head space. If you are so lucky to be the holder, sure as hell hope you know it.

Posted By Phoebe On 07.25.2012 @ 4:01 am

the sonar is something to do with space and the universe and it is mainly to do with the sun aas it emits sonar radiation as it burns and shines into our atmosphere and the light that it provides helps us to grow plants and trees that provide us with the oxygen we need to breathe and we provide them with the carbon dioxide they need to produce glucose in a rewaction we call photosynthesis.

Posted By Phoebe On 07.17.2012 @ 2:02 pm

Motion. It’s a force. Hm, I’m not quite sure what to write. This is my first time… Motion is a force that moves us. What is its motive? To get us places? Forward motion, backwards motion, rotation, gravity, it pulls us. Or, do we drive it?

Posted By Phoebe On 07.01.2012 @ 5:06 pm

Mostly, I think that my home was like a nest. It’s strange, I think, to say it like that. I mean, my mother is quite like a mother bird in the sense that in the end, she is forced to push you out of the nest so you can fly. And I think I’m that one small bird you find in a pile of feathers at the end of your drive way: I didn’t make it after my mother pushed me out of the nest. But it’s true and although it’s sad, I must live with the fact that I am the sad, small bird, that ends up squashed by the tire of your old minivan.

Posted By Phoebe On 06.10.2012 @ 12:35 am

It was a nest and it was large. In it was a single egg. I couldn’t say much about it but that it did not fit the size of the actual nest, but instead lay in the middle of it. I would say that the nest made it even smaller than it really was, if that in anyway was possible. The nest itself was composed of stiff twigs, braided into strange patterns and shapes.

Posted By Phoebe On 06.10.2012 @ 12:31 am

They’re constantly broken but still constantly created. It’s kind of like a circle. A never ending circle.

Posted By Phoebe On 06.05.2012 @ 11:15 am

There’s a hell of a lot of this word in Twilight books.

Posted By Phoebe On 06.05.2012 @ 11:14 am

You can empty your life of negativity and also positivity quite easily. Whether that’s through people you know or emotions you feel. It could be a start of a new life.

Posted By Phoebe On 06.05.2012 @ 11:11 am

he shoves past the shouting protesters, drenched in sweat, blood and beer, lifts his camera up into the air and tries to take as many shots as he can before he’s stopped

Posted By phoebe On 05.31.2012 @ 7:30 am

Sliver. Sliver of light. Sliver of darkness. Little bits here and there and it’s never whole and maybe that’s how your life has always been. Little bits here and there, because god forbid you jump in so your head breaks the surface of the water and your only choice is to sink or swim. God forbid.

Posted By phoebe On 04.29.2012 @ 4:06 am

all i can think about it the idea of how things that are broken, or messed up or not “right” need to be fixed and its always a possibility, but its not is it? something thats broken can’t always be fixed, its not always set in stone to be okay again

Posted By phoebe On 03.21.2012 @ 11:54 pm

crime justice felon paper pen writing people writing an appeal petitioning for freedom, an example hope law lawyer legal for a cause

Posted By Phoebe On 03.14.2012 @ 9:03 am

“I’m the princess not little miss moody Margaret !”stomped lady Harriet “well your magasty I can’t help with you and darling Margaret “cried the Hatty’s Made “your ment to helping me not talking about her”shouted Hatty while putting her hand on hip

“Who ?”said the made “M-O-O-D-Y MARGARET !!” screaming Hatty as she stomped out of the lounge.

Posted By Phoebe On 12.12.2011 @ 12:23 pm