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my face dissolves into darkness ears ringing where has it gone where am i it’s over now theres no turning back i’m lost shipwreck lost lost lost

Posted By Rosie On 05.02.2013 @ 12:41 pm

the gentle thwack of the ball bought me back to reality. I stared at the beer soaked carpet littered with stubs of nachos clumsily dropped.

‘I’m rub

Posted By rosie On 04.25.2013 @ 2:37 pm

‘create’- ure

creatures create. Humans create love and happiness and concrete. Spiders create silk and screams from the bathroom. Cats create scratches on the sofa and many many photos on your phone. Everything in the world creates and has an impact on other things, small or big.

Posted By rosie On 04.17.2013 @ 12:08 pm

Truth is subjective. My truth is not your truth, or my brother’s, or my mother’s. I cannot see as you see, live as you live, breathe as you breathe. All I have is the stories you tell me, the shape of history on your lips and in your tongue. We are all truth-tellers, and we are all liars.

Posted By rosie On 03.18.2013 @ 9:07 pm

Mrs. Helles civil war projects are due today, my friends and i did a short movie.

Posted By Rosie On 12.17.2012 @ 8:55 am

I was determined to win first prize in the talent show this fall.

Posted By Rosie On 12.13.2012 @ 8:15 am

The building was higher than the giant statue in the park, with the sun shining on it.

Posted By Rosie On 12.05.2012 @ 8:58 am

I mentioned the other day that i needed lunch money, but you just ignored me i guess.

Posted By Rosie On 11.19.2012 @ 8:55 am

Somebody bumped in to me and made me drop my books and my back pack broke.

Posted By Rosie On 11.13.2012 @ 8:56 am

they loved themselves, they were themselves They shone like stars and we looked up at them in admiration. we loved them too. They were them. We were us.

Posted By Rosie On 11.08.2012 @ 12:54 pm

The math teacher is always a major pain in the neck because i am not good at math at all. Im more of a drama and honor choir kid

Posted By Rosie On 11.08.2012 @ 8:54 am

The ground was a frosty color ,for it had frozen last night ,in the small village in Angara.

Posted By Rosie On 11.06.2012 @ 8:56 am

I walked forth to the platform to give my speech on business and community.

Posted By Rosie On 10.23.2012 @ 9:55 am

As i raised up the award for everyone to see everybody cheered . I felt so proud of myself to achieve something that helps other people.

Posted By Rosie On 10.19.2012 @ 9:58 am

this is the beginning of a whole new way of life. You enter the door to an unknown place, expecting the best, but anxious about the unknown. The entrance to a new world involves some risk, but it is worth taking as it bring about changes in your life that may be for the good. You have to take risks in order to find out what it is that you are looking for.

Posted By Rosie On 10.17.2012 @ 2:36 pm

I wasn’t being civilized so my mom said i had to clean my room and be good for the rest of the day. I watched the snowflakes gracefully fall outside as i cleaned my room. It was pretty but i didn’t enjoy it as much.

Posted By Rosie On 10.17.2012 @ 10:06 am

the spider hung in the upper left hand corner of the wall looking down at us waiting for food.

Posted By Rosie On 10.15.2012 @ 10:33 am

…And sundry somethings stopped awhile to ponder. “What are we?” Said Some Something. She was a sweet and thoughtful Something, who looked like another thing altogether.

Posted By Rosie On 10.04.2012 @ 1:17 am

i love clementines. they are small and perfect to take on the run. they fit in any lunch box/bag, any purse or bookbag. they are just the right size for a snack. don’t let their size fool you, they are still full of flavor. orange, petite, delightful!

Posted By Rosie On 08.30.2012 @ 7:29 pm

i uses a lot of icing when i bake cakes. the last cake i made was pretty much mad in the rarion fo icing to cake 50.50. but its tasted good. my love of icing came from when i was a child and my mom made me a fairy cake. i loved it, now i bak alall the

Posted By rosie On 07.23.2012 @ 8:16 am

Stretcher. Every time I hear that word it takes me back.. Back to the fire.

My uncle,whom I lived with was a fireman. A brave one. He died saving some old lady.

Now every time I hear that word,I picture my uncle, his charred remains lying on a stretcher.

Posted By Rosie On 07.18.2012 @ 12:52 pm

I love soups. I cook many varietys and one soup in particular is my favortie to cook. My mother’s chicken soup! It’s loved by my family and neighbors and freinds. I think it’s because I make it with the loving memory of when my mom used to make it for me. It always made me feel better when I was sick, and having her in my mind while making it, pushes me to make it the best way I know how. I miss my mom, but at least I have this recipe to keep her with me!

Posted By Rosie On 06.26.2012 @ 11:13 am

time, hours, years seconds

Posted By Rosie On 06.22.2012 @ 9:04 pm

arm pits. arm pits excrete sweat. you cant wear light coloured tops if you excrete a lot of sweat. otherwise you end up having to dry them underneath a hand dryer in a public toilet. without them though, we’d just explode with sweat intake. imagine that. an anarism of sweat.

Posted By rosie On 06.19.2012 @ 4:08 pm

The scarecrow stood alone in the field, its long sleeves dangled in the wind. No one knew how much history the scarecrow had, but it had been around for longer than anyone could remember. It was always there, in the middle of the field, standing alone.

Posted By Rosie On 06.13.2012 @ 5:30 pm

Emotion is like a lucid cap that keeps you to yourself. You can’t feel it but you can push against it, and hope that when it moves or pops, the torrent you release will be a stream of colour rather than a gush of grey.

Posted By Rosie On 06.03.2012 @ 4:10 pm

There’s a cap on everything in this world. Sometimes you can see it or feel it, and it stops you dead. Other times you don’t even know it’s there, it’s as though you’re pushing against something hard that you can’t budge.

Posted By Rosie On 06.03.2012 @ 4:04 pm

I have quite a bad tempter, I take after my father. I try to be kind to people but their stupidity annoys me. I don’t like to shout at people but often do after a whole day of listening to people talk about bullshit and not realising that they are describing in detail how stupid they are. I don’t like to hit people either but I will if I have to.

Posted By Rosie On 03.25.2012 @ 9:38 pm

A pageant. A girl sits on the front row, her hair in curls that her mother told her would look good.

The next day, she sits at home. Her hair is flat. Her mother was wrong, and today is wrong.

Posted By Rosie On 03.19.2012 @ 5:10 pm

The first demonstration I took part in was a huge march through Glasgow to protest against the war in Iraq. We all had home made signed and ate dark chocolate digestive biscuits. We chanted and sung, and drank coffee out of thermos flasks.

Posted By rosie On 03.07.2012 @ 12:01 pm