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He wore a maroon shirt. As he looked around the room, he saw five other people wearing the same shade of maroon. Strange, he thought. Maroon seems like such an unusual color. He was surprised to see it popping up so often. His school didn’t even have a dress code and this wasn’t one of the school’s colors.

Posted By rachel On 07.07.2011 @ 11:15 am

cast and crew of a show. he was cast off of the island for bad behavior and he landed in the ocean. he had to swim to shore, but it was a far trip and a difficult feat. he didn’t know if he was going to make it, seeing as how the mainland was five hundred miles away.

Posted By Rachel On 07.07.2011 @ 11:10 am

He cast his rod into the lake and sat, musing.

The cast of the show wouldn’t give up, evening with the loss of the fishing pole.

The witch cast a spell with her wand, and hoped it would reach its desired target without casting about.

Posted By Rachel On 07.06.2011 @ 5:35 pm

I looked a the list, my heart pounding so loudly I swore Carmicheal could hear it. Breathing, i found the name: Mrs. Lovitt. Underneath the charter: Elizabeth Starters. My name.

Posted By rachel On 07.06.2011 @ 2:12 pm

” let the perfect man cast the first stone” it’s a quote from the bible. of course, i’m paraphrasing, but it was something like that. jesus said it when people wanted to stone a woman to death for her sins. it’s true, no one can judge anyone else because the person who’s doing the judging is imperfect as well.

Posted By rachel On 07.06.2011 @ 1:06 pm

The stem is green and plump. As the flower drinks in the sun, the stem sits silently, supporting it’s beautiful head. Nothing can know how the stem feels, carrying the weight, never being admired.

Posted By rachel On 07.05.2011 @ 8:24 pm

the stem of a flower is brittle, and reminds me of people. It can snap if you bend it too far, and tear if you treat it ill.

Posted By Rachel On 07.05.2011 @ 1:29 pm

assist. help. its our job as christians to assist other in life to help them overcome their situations. we can assist other through a lot of different things. like helping old people move boxes, or babysit. or just show people love. everyone needs love.

Posted By Rachel On 07.05.2011 @ 10:25 am

I assisted an elderly lady to cross the road the other day. She was limping and I asked her why, she explained that she was a nurse during WW2 and was injured whilst helping retrieve a wounded soldier from the battle field. She served her sountry bravely and I was so happy I could help her.

Posted By Rachel On 07.04.2011 @ 6:48 pm

He had assisted in her suicide, and now he was living in a one bedroom apartment with his 3 cats. He couldn’t go near them anymore because he was afraid of himself.

Posted By Rachel On 07.04.2011 @ 4:52 pm

we are all assisted in life. sometimes we realize it and other times we don’t until the assisting has already been done. Assistance make the world go round. Bless assistance. The best we can do is assist ourself.

Posted By Rachel On 07.04.2011 @ 4:45 pm

i dont want to be assisted. i want to do this all by myself. but really, i cant. i need your help. i need you to be right beside me. i need you.

Posted By rachel On 07.04.2011 @ 1:30 pm

The crane stood placidly, watching the people stroll along the shore. his white feathers shone like silver in the moonlight. No one dared disturb the crane. He seemed neccesary to the landscape. All we know is that the crane has always been there, standing placidly, watching the people stroll along the shore.

Posted By rachel On 07.04.2011 @ 9:47 am

Even dinosaurs aren’t as elegant and the crane. Elegant? Maybe in the moonlight. But this crane is different from other cranes. It’s mean. Ruthless. It pecks at the crisscrossing screen of my window, trying to get in.

Posted By Rachel On 07.03.2011 @ 12:08 pm

I often hear noises outside my bedroom window. Usually just the nothingness of the outside world, but in the case of tonight, it’s not. I looked out my window and I saw something you don’t usually see in the city. I thought it was strange – fantastical in fact that something like this would occur – like a dinosaur cropping up on your windowsill.

Posted By Rachel On 07.03.2011 @ 11:58 am

He gave her a choice–”turn around a leave forever, or say those three little words.” She left. She isn’t forgiven.

Posted By Rachel On 07.02.2011 @ 1:39 pm

Its a given, my insanity. People think it’s something you can change, but i know that’s a lie. No one can alter his mind. Being a lunatic is inevitable. You can see it it in my actions, my room, in my world. My mind is next to normal. And I’m okay with that.

Posted By rachel On 07.02.2011 @ 1:07 pm

the braid in the young girls hair fell down her back. she tought of how her mother used to braid it for her,. her braids were not as clean as pretty as her mothers were. she began to feel a lump in her thoat.

Posted By rachel On 07.01.2011 @ 11:34 am

honestly, i hate you. you are the biggest douchebag around. you used me, and never cared about me. honestly, i’m over it now. and quite honestly, i’ll love you and won’t ever forget you.

Posted By rachel On 07.01.2011 @ 10:33 am

I try to be honest. Honest with my family, my friends, but dammit, i can’t be honest with myself. I try to act like I’m okay, like everything is cool. All i want to avoid is the cliche teen angst that calls to every American teenager

Posted By rachel On 06.30.2011 @ 11:17 pm

Honesty is a virtue that is hard to describe. There are very few who can be honest and most people are liars, me being no exception. Those who are honest are hard to find, There are very few people who can say honestly that they are honest. They have a drive for truth.

Posted By rachel On 06.30.2011 @ 11:23 am

The summer sun bore down on my back, the water in front of me was glistening. The beach was quiet, calm, and not as crowded as it usually was on one of the warm summer days. I kicked off my flip flops, and leapt forwards. The water touched the tips of my toes, and I allowed myself to wade forward a bit more. With each passing second, I iniched

Posted By Rachel On 06.30.2011 @ 9:20 am

i wade in the water deep. deep into the pond. wading as the water surrounds. wading deeply, but not too deep for it is just a wade. just a quick walk in the shallow part of the pond just enough to get cool. but deep enough to be emerged in the pond life.

Posted By rachel On 06.30.2011 @ 12:20 am

wade into water. wade into your imagination. wade, a boy. wading into san diego beaches….

Posted By rachel On 06.29.2011 @ 10:12 pm

i walked down a river and saw a bird a bird with long legs that glanced at a frog. Te frog sang like a gerbil with a bit between the teeth and was shunned from the river community. The bird with long legs searched out the gerbil singing frog and became his friend.

Posted By rachel On 06.29.2011 @ 2:48 pm

She waded into the water, the cool blue lapping at her knees. She looked for the bodies, knowing they had been left here. Suddenly, her leg bumped a hard object. She looked down to gaze into the dead eyes of a 72-year-old man.

Posted By rachel On 06.29.2011 @ 1:39 pm

I have had my first crush in eighth grade on my brothers best friend I thought we were made for each other. But I could barely talk to him I was so nervous around. him he is incredibly kind and I was crushed when he got a girlfriend. Now I have a boyfriend and we go on double dates all the time. He is still kind and I like him as a friend. In middle school we all have crushes and they hardly ever seem to become anything it’s just raving hormones at their best.

Posted By Rachel On 06.29.2011 @ 7:45 am

i had a crush, he was my bestfriend, i spent everyday with him, he was my world, i loved being with him every minuate of everyday, he was special, i was in love with him, he said he loved me to, i’ll never know what happened.

Posted By rachel On 06.28.2011 @ 11:48 pm

i have a crush on the boy in shoes. that’s really the only reason i work that department. i just finally started having conversations with him and i found out he’s 26 (i’m 19) well age has never stopped me before?

Posted By rachel On 06.28.2011 @ 10:47 pm

My crush’s name is Taylor. He’s my best friend. Why? He’s silly, nice, funny, honest, sweet and he loves people for who they are. He’s not afraid to be himself. When I went through a hard time in my life he was always there for me. He didn’t have to be, but he was. I’d do the same thing for him.

Posted By Rachel On 06.28.2011 @ 8:04 pm