Entries By Sarah
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attracted
I am attracted to men with tattoos and peircings that can sing in bands that play at warped tour. i am attracted to snap backs and beanies and vans and toms and converse. I am also attracted to aussies.
Posted By Sarah On 04.13.2013 @ 8:18 pm
branch
The branch swung in the air. It swayed back and forth until it finally broke off. I watched in fly in the wind until it finally landed on the street. What a shame it would be if a biker came and did not notice the branch. He might slip and hurt himself. Sometimes I wish I could be that lucky. I would love to be gone. To know what happens after death. However, I don’t think things happen that easily.
Posted By Sarah On 04.12.2013 @ 4:57 pm
anchor
I’ve never liked the tattoos with an anchor that says “I refuse to sink”. Think about it. It doesn’t make sense. Anchors are meant to sink. People should change it to “No matter how many times the anchor falls, my ship will continue to sail”. That makes so much more sense. It is a bit of a mouthful though.
Posted By Sarah On 04.11.2013 @ 8:14 pm
punished
I had a boyfriend who didn’t let me talk to anyone, ever. He’d make me feel guilty for even talking to family members. If he caught me talking to anyone besides him for any other reason besides something important, he’d punish me by slapping me. Sometimes he’d punch me in the stomach. I hate him so much.
Posted By Sarah On 04.07.2013 @ 8:46 pm
I have been punished before and felt punished. Sometimes I feel this way when I wipe myself too hard and give myself a UTI. Sometimes I feel this way when you sexually punish me and grope me from behind. Most times I like it. Most times I think its sexy. I have been punished because I miss you and I want you to miss me and I don’t want us to grow old and bore one another I want to be happy with you and no longer feel punished. Free me of punishment.
Posted By Sarah On 04.07.2013 @ 3:35 pm
flour
Im not going to write about flour. I dont want to. Instead i want to write about the line. The blinking line that spits out our letters that form balls of emotion which stick together making a story that never ever ended, Just constant. Your heart bleeding out from this little line. go. Type something. watch the line fade and reappear. Something so simple yet so important.
Posted By sarah On 04.07.2013 @ 8:11 am
vines
They crept up the white neck with the grey-blue veins showing only just. They strangled the neck which supported them. The fence would surely be dead- if only it were alive to actually die.
Posted By Sarah On 04.05.2013 @ 7:16 pm
bagel
She tore the bagel to pieces and threw it outside. She knew she wasn’t going to eat it, but her mother didn’t need to know that. Hopefully, the birds would enjoy it. She knew if she ate it, it would only be thrown up at school. Everything in her life was just that bad.
Posted By Sarah On 04.04.2013 @ 8:08 am
smudge
She drew her hand across her face, smudging the ash that had landed on her cheek. She watched as her world burned. Nothing would survive the fire except herself. She had lost everything including her sister and all the home of their parents’ memories. Alaina was alone.
Posted By Sarah On 04.02.2013 @ 8:22 pm
fabricated
I have fabricated a lie. I do not wish to tell you how I came about this lie, however the lie itself is a very important tale. I was thinking I should trick my mother into believing my husband and I were going to have another baby. We fabricated a lie about just that. We wrote “Baby Richard” on an Easter egg.
Posted By Sarah On 04.02.2013 @ 9:40 am
plague
The plague ran wild through the city. The people were positive– sure that electing Harry Stewart would be the best for him. He offered protection. He offered reassurance. What they didn’t know was the plans he had in store for the city.
Posted By Sarah On 03.31.2013 @ 4:09 pm
destined
You are always destined to be yourself,From the beginning to the end.You are all you can be.
Posted By sarah On 03.26.2013 @ 12:56 pm
listening
What does it mean to be a good listener? listening can seem like a passive activity but what it really means is engagement. Listening isn’t really something passive, we choose to listen to the people around us and engage with them. Listening is important, try to listen when you should, otherwise it could be too late.
Posted By Sarah On 03.25.2013 @ 9:09 am
Listening is a really hard thing to do. It takes practice and skill to listen, comprehend, and then form an opinion or think about what you just heard. Everyone complains that no one listens to them, but they rarely listen to anyone else either. Listening completely to someone requires concentration, but it is incredibly important.
Posted By Sarah On 03.24.2013 @ 8:13 pm
“No you’re not.” she said indignantly. “You’re staring at me and judging the things I’m saying.” He said nothing. “If you want me to follow your rules, you’re going to have to exhibit them yourself; practice what you preach,” she continued. “I am-” “Shut up. You’re not. You constantly tell me I’m doing everything wrong but you can do whatever you want.” “Now look who’s not listening.”
Posted By Sarah On 03.24.2013 @ 5:59 pm
boots
The boots were red. They weren’t unlike any other boots – she got them at the grocery store, as a matter of fact. But something about them were just like her. She wore them when she danced in the rain. She wore them when she went to work, to eat, to anywhere. The boots were a part of her sparking eyes, shining hair, her laughing face.
Posted By Sarah On 03.24.2013 @ 11:01 am
I love boots. Grey biker boots, black riding boots. In scotland, boots are part of our national uniform. snow-boots rain-boots ice-boots. boots mean bad weather. but they also mean comfort, and warmth:)
Posted By Sarah On 03.24.2013 @ 10:49 am
bricks
The walls were built around the decaying body. No one would find him here. I was going to get away with it. In his captivity, I would be free!
Posted By Sarah On 03.23.2013 @ 6:26 am
winged
The creature took flight, and the man atop took the young princess with him. A shower of arrows pierced his wings, but he did not fall. The beast released an inferno from his jaws into the woods where the village existed, filling the air with the smell of burning. Wheeling away, he sped towards the great black mountains. Little did the rider know that a boy would follow. A boy that wreak havoc on all that was done and that would be done. The boy would be the only one that could take him down.
Turn this later into a prophecy when the village is recovering.
Posted By Sarah On 03.22.2013 @ 12:24 pm
beware
My dog is a fat goat. Who wears my underwear and loves to make me beware of her poop.
Posted By Sarah On 03.21.2013 @ 2:22 pm
Beware the thoughts that come to you at night. They are the ones you’ve been avoiding all day. They’ve come to have make you lose your mind. These thoughts are the hardest to bare, and That is because these thoughts The one’s you’ve avoided, They are the truth.
Posted By Sarah On 03.21.2013 @ 10:17 am
beware of life, there are so many things in life that you need to watch out for because the world is filled with dangers. It is a wonder that you step out into the world and come home alive because so much of your life is put up to chance. why wont the car at the light hit you when they accidentally swerve? maybe because you stepped away just in time or that second you took to look in the mirror saved your life but you need to always BEWARE.
Posted By sarah On 03.20.2013 @ 9:22 pm
The clock was ticking in the abandoned tower at night. All along the beach, the waves were lapping, the gulls crying out into the shore. Something was hiding in the everglades, something dangerous and cruel, that didn’t care for the timid machinations of men and machines, something as ancient and eternal as the ocean waves. Beware, the thing that calls in the dark.
Posted By Sarah On 03.20.2013 @ 7:57 pm
The crooked sign on the door kept out most, but not him. The house had been deserted his entire life, and it was time for him to find out what was inside. He confidently strode up the weedy yard, ascended the dilapidated stairs, and stood, heart pounding before the door. Reaching out a trembling hand, he pushed it open.
Posted By Sarah On 03.20.2013 @ 1:56 pm
The word beware relates to the book animal farm in the sense that the animals are wanting the humans to beware the animals. Beware and be scared. Beware of harming, hurting, or aggravating the animals because they may rebel.
Posted By Sarah On 03.20.2013 @ 12:17 pm
pained
Marylou looked up with a pained expression. The apple green paint on the door glinted off her skin. Silently, she turned to the window. This journey she wou
Posted By sarah On 03.20.2013 @ 10:44 am
It was a day of pain. Pain in the heart, pain in the mind. Though she was little and didn’t understand at the time. All she noticed was the pain of the black dog who was kicked out of the way by the ambulance drivers.
Posted By Sarah On 03.19.2013 @ 4:36 pm
It hurt him to watch her leave, but it was for the best. His daughter was off to college, and he didn’t honestly know when he would see her again. A treat started to form. She was pulling out of the driveway now, and she would be gone.
Suddenly, the window rolled down. “I love you, daddy!”
“I love you, too.” He smiled as she pulled away and waved until she rounded the corner out of sight.
Posted By Sarah On 03.19.2013 @ 1:32 pm
truth
Not everyone actually understands the concept of truth. Truth is not just what you believe is reality but it’s a deeper phenomenon. Truth doesn’t change based on who views it. Truth is sometimes disguised as lies.
Posted By Sarah On 03.18.2013 @ 4:44 pm
