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They were casting for the play. It was finally my chance to shine. Finally my chance to show that I could be the actor everybody told me I couldn’t be. Finally. You can imagine my anxiousness; the sweat accumulating on my forehead and under my arms. The dryness of my throat…and you can imagine the tears in my eyes when I didn’t get the lead…or any role at all. I guess everybody was right; I’ll never amount to anything.

Posted By Rachel On 05.22.2013 @ 8:32 am

Sandra sang softly to her daughter, ignoring the raging sounds around them. She was standing in the back of a bus. It was 1960, and Sandra, as a black woman, couldn’t have a proper seat on the bus, even when she was with Lily, her baby. It was a sad situation. The lullaby was soft and sweet, but Sandra doubted that Lily could hear it over the jeers of the white teenagers a few rows back.

Posted By Rachel On 05.20.2013 @ 11:09 am

It’s something that’s against what everyone thinks. It’s almost as though there’s some sort of secret, forbidden but desired effect to it. It’s a life that some live that many secretly fantazise about. It’s one of those things that people say ‘oh we mustn’t!’ to but secretly wish for reinforcement to do it it’s a thrill. It’s passionate.

Posted By Rachel On 05.13.2013 @ 10:50 pm

I laughed too loudly in the empty house, stumbling over beer cans that clinked on the rotted floorboards. You turned into me, tried to quiet me with your body. I shut up as I tasted the metal on your tongue.

Posted By Rachel On 05.13.2013 @ 8:01 pm

The rain thundered on my skin with unrelenting force, seeping into my clothes and tangling my hair. It only obscured my vision even more, with my glasses lost on the gravel and the darkness hanging overhead. The house loomed in front of me, looking every bit as uninviting as it had the night before, and the night before that; heavy blackout curtains hung closed in every window and dirt had begun to turn the once white bricks to a ghastly grey.

Gulping down the familiar unsettled feeling, I wiped the make-up running under my eyes away and pushed the dark locks of hair from my face, taking strong steps to try and make myself feel braver. As always, the door creaked open when I reached the ornate porch, and I looked into the dusk shrouded corridor with a feeling of dread.

Posted By Rachel On 05.11.2013 @ 7:51 am

I love the smell of soap. It didn’t used to always be like that. I actually used to dislike the smell of it…that was, until I met Damian. Damian was strong, tall and handsome. Damian smelled like soap. Ever since then, I adored the smell of soap. Now I smell it just so I can imagine him. I think I may be a little obsessed…

Posted By Rachel On 05.09.2013 @ 7:10 pm

I handed him another beer. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew how he got when he drank. I knew what would come next…I knew, but yet and still I gave him the beer like he asked. I guess you can say I asked for the sudden slap that came next. As well as the punches. And the kicks. I asked for the blood to run down my from my broken nose. I asked for the bruises on my arm. I asked for it all…and all because I wanted to make him happy. I hope he’s happy.

Posted By Rachel On 05.07.2013 @ 6:02 pm

There are hundreds, thousands, millions of stories, just in me. And in you, and in everyone. Imagine if everyone wrote. We wouldn’t be able to walk for books, books lining every wall. Wouldn’t it be grand?

Posted By Rachel On 05.06.2013 @ 2:41 pm

Simplify these problems. That’s what it said on the homework assignment. Five equations that looked like a foreign language to me. I’m the smartest girl in my grade; why can’t I get these? My pride won’t let me ask for extra help. This is why I loathe math with every fiber of my being. Why can’t it be more creative like writing or science…or even history? Or why can’t I just understand it?

Posted By Rachel On 05.08.2013 @ 4:50 pm

The fire inside. Run to a safe place out side of your self. Listen to the crackle. Dont think just do. It is burning.

Posted By Rachel On 05.06.2013 @ 8:19 am

Credibility. I used to think I was a credible person. Dependability. I used to think I was a dependable person. Reliability. I used to think I was a reliable person. I used to think a lot of things. Until I was thrust into situation where all those things needed to come into play…and they didn’t. All that came out was fear. Now the only thing I think I am is a coward.

Posted By Rachel On 05.04.2013 @ 5:24 pm

My rating was a 6. 6 out of 10. Most of the girls in the class gave me a 6. What exactly was a 6 anyway? Good, but not great? A little over average? Almost near being good enough? I didn’t know how to take it. Kelly was a 10. I guess that means she’s out of my league. Because 10′s don’t date 6′s.

Posted By Rachel On 05.03.2013 @ 3:13 pm

timeline is a collection of a series of events. most people think my timeline is pretty straight and uniform… with no major life changing of threatening events. Well most people are wrong. My timeline has hit some speed bumps over the years. In fact its in one right now but people will keep on thinking that my timeline is a-line.

Posted By Rachel On 05.03.2013 @ 9:59 am

When someone looks at the timeline of my life, I want them to gaze in awe. I want them to be in shock at all the things I have accomplished. They’ll see so much stuff. Skydiving! Writing a book! Becoming a doctor! Joining a band! Getting a Masters Degree! Learning how to salsa! So much stuff…and so little time…

Posted By Rachel On 05.02.2013 @ 7:31 pm

the crunchy crystals quickly dissolved into a perfect sweetness on the tip of my tongue as I licked the rim of my glass. the passion flower pink liquid onside intrigued my as I took in

Posted By Rachel On 05.01.2013 @ 10:17 pm

My ability to feel dissolved away like sugar in water. I was numb. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t see anything. I could barely think. She’s dead. The doctor just said my grandmother was dead. I couldn’t stop myself from falling out of the chair and onto the floor. Maybe I’d dissolve away too…

Posted By Rachel On 05.01.2013 @ 9:56 pm

The party that would ensue this dance was sure to be a blast. I would finally go to my first party! I would finally get to drink until I threw up. I would sleep with hot girls. I’d even get to smoke from a bong with friends. That’s life. At least that’s what I thought. I’m beginning to question it since I woke up crying.

Posted By Rachel On 04.30.2013 @ 9:01 pm

I know it was his job and that he’d done it hundreds of times before, but that didn’t stop me from being concerned. One mistake and he could be electrocuted. One mistake and he could die. I’d seen it happen on tv several times. He never listened though; he’d always pat me on the head and say ‘I got this, little brother.’

Posted By Rachel On 04.26.2013 @ 9:57 pm

Chess is a game that involves a lot of skill. There’s different strategies and rules. I’m not completely sure what happens when you get a “checkmate” but I’m pretty sure it involves chess.

Posted By Rachel On 04.24.2013 @ 8:41 am

It is a unit in nmath and you make shapes i n diffrient shapres and sizes

Posted By rachel On 04.15.2013 @ 8:37 am

Welfare sucks. I hate being on welfare. It embarrasses me so badly. It’s not even funny. When the postman shows up on the porch carrying that welfare check each month I hide my face cause he’s the daddy of Janice from school. Janice is popular and she’s not on welfare. It is so embarrassing.

Posted By Rachel On 04.10.2013 @ 8:25 pm

I was struck in a trench. Well, I wasn’t really stuck. I just pretended like I was. In actuality, I was hiding. I was scared of what was out there; scared of death. I could hear shots being fired and see bodies flying. I was literally shaking and frozen in place. I wasn’t cut out for war–for fighting, period. I guess I’m not a man, after all.

Posted By Rachel On 04.08.2013 @ 5:44 pm

I’m going to be punished for what I’ve done…I’m going to rot in Hell for the crime I’ve committed…they finally caught me. I, the ‘Smiley Faced’ killer, have been caught and sentenced to life. I’m going to get raped, beat down and possibly killed in jail. That is, if I don’t kill myself first…

Posted By Rachel On 04.07.2013 @ 6:01 pm

covering my face and arms in little pale splotches, with only a few other ingredients it turns into the most recognizable food on earth. soft but heavy,

Posted By Rachel On 04.07.2013 @ 12:12 am

The flour bag exploded all over the table, floor and my body. It was a mess…and when mom comes home, she’s going to be a mess too. I’d tell her it was an accident, and she’d ask me why I had the flour out in the first place. I wouldn’t tell her the truth though. I’d have to think of a lie. Oh why must life be so complicated?

Posted By Rachel On 04.06.2013 @ 8:03 pm

Tightness clenching my soul and heart like vines binding me from being my best self, from being ME. I need to break through, I need to be great, I need to be free.

Posted By Rachel On 04.05.2013 @ 8:36 am

everywhere. climbing the old brickwork, tearing at the mortar, obscuring the windows and doors. so long abandoned, left to the vines. once a full place, a family place, filled with light and laughter. dark now, but

Posted By Rachel On 04.04.2013 @ 9:55 pm

The vines that grew on the fence in the backyard were huge. They grew so fast and big that we could barely see the neighbors yard anymore. I remember looking at those vines and thinking, ‘I wish they were gone.’ My dad eventually cut them and then they were gone. I remember thinking, ‘I wish they were back.’ But they never grew back.

Posted By Rachel On 04.04.2013 @ 9:51 pm

Rather than the big breakfast I usually ate, I only had a bagel on my plate. I wasn’t very hungry. The test I was going to take in an hour or so was throwing me off. I couldn’t think straight, let alone eat. If I passed this test I could bring my grade up…but if not, I might get held back. I just want to make my family proud. I hope this bagel is enough.

Posted By Rachel On 04.03.2013 @ 4:38 pm

oh bagel , how you tempt me. I enjoy you in so many flavors, I drape you in so many delectable spreads. hot or cold, soft or crunchy, I do not discriminate.

Posted By Rachel On 04.03.2013 @ 3:22 pm