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She blasted her tears across the canvas. Her pain was the paint that she created with. It was beautiful. It was disasterous. It was tragic. It was breath taking. He walked in just as she decided to start over. Her original canvas was sitting in the trash can beside her massive bed. He sat on the corner of the bed that was in dissaray and picked up what she claimed as trash.Posted By Sarah On 03.15.2013 @ 5:28 am
The stereo was pounding and you could feel the bass through your feet. Your heart matched the rhythms pulsing through the floor. Paint splattered your clothes and face and you partied with your few friends and tons of strangers. The music blasted its way through all the thoughts you usually are drowning in. The music blasted the pain away at least more this moment.Posted By Sarah On 03.14.2013 @ 6:51 pm
The light will never fade from your heart. That bright spot left for the memory of someone that you no longer get to see? You know what I’m talking about. Maybe it’s for a friend that moved away or a grandparent that’s no longer with us. My light, you ask? Mine is for my beautiful sister that I will never see again. Her light is bright enough that it shines in and through me to touch everything I experience. Her light will never fade. It is permanent. It is forever. It is eternal.Posted By Sarah On 03.13.2013 @ 7:23 pm
“No! Stop, stop, stop.”
“Shit…” muttered Andrew under his breath. He knew he had messed up again, but he couldn’t figure out what the director really wanted. This just wasn’t his thing. He hated being in the school play, but his mother was making him do something, and the idea of sports, spending all day with the jerks that already made fun of him, made him feel sick.Posted By Sarah On 03.12.2013 @ 4:16 pm
The fire was burning itself out, and the group all had a couple beers in them each. They played one last song on the guitar before Jacob stood up and ended the music.
“Anyone want to hear a story?” he whispered in a low voice that made the girls cuddle closer. The boys all just laughed. They knew what Jacob had planned. They were going to scare the girls so well, but they held them tighter all the same.
“In these woods exactly fifteen years ago today, a girl and her friends were murdered by a man that supposedly lives in these woods. He doesn’t come out unless the fires low, and music drives him crazy.”
“But y’all have been playing for over an hour…” said one of the girls, her voice shaking.
“Will you let me finish? Anyway, He used his rusty old chainsaw, and now whenever people come into his woods, he gets mad and does the same thing. The number of people that have died isn’t really sure. At least twenty, but the cops don’t want to scare any-”
Just then a chainsaw roared to life just outside the light from the embers.
The girls screamed and ran to the truck, and the boys all fell out laughing.Posted By Sarah On 03.11.2013 @ 5:16 pm
We were watching the Terminator movies. Arnold Schwartzinager or whatever had just said his famous line, and James got up from the couch and told the same words to Chelsea. She smiled at him and looked back at the tv. He walked into the kitchen and out of her view. Soon she heard the bowl that the popcorn was in hit the floor and shatter. She ran in to find James lying on the floor bleeding. Instinctively, Chelsea grabbed the phone, fingers fumbling to dial those three numbers.
“There’s been an accident! I don’t know what happened, but please help! Help him…”
While she was on the phone, she failed to hear the front door squeak open then shut quietly again. If she had looked out the window, she would have seen a shadow slinking across the yard. A shadow she wouldn’t have recognized, but that she really knew quite well.Posted By Sarah On 03.07.2013 @ 7:04 pm
The smoke rose, and the girl on the beach cried desperately. It had been almost a week if she had counted right. She frantically looked over her shoulder. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
Scared beyond belief she ran from the beach into the cover of the trees, but no good. She finally decided to climb a tree near the line that no one could climb up unseen. She prayed that a ship or plane would see the smoke signals and check the island. The girl did not know that the watcher only wanted to help. He had been there longer than her and remembered the fear. It had been so long since he’d seen another person, and he was afraid of scaring the girl more. He decided to wait and see if someone would come save her. He’d give them a couple more days. If nothing changed, then he would try. All he could do was try.Posted By Sarah On 03.06.2013 @ 2:06 pm
The wee lamb seemed as innocent as well, let’s be honest a lamb, but it held a dark secret. A secret that shocked everyone. It was not, in fact a lamb. It was something none of us had ever seen or heard about before, unless you count the saying “a wolf in sheep’s clothing” but that barely brushed the surface of this creature.Posted By Sarah On 03.04.2013 @ 11:08 pm
Easter: time of new life, innocence, the world reborn in hope. Driving up to the Lakes each year, care and another year’s pent-up resentments would be shed like blossom at the sight of lambs bounding, springy-legged with joy, across the fields. We would walk up mountains, equipped with waterproofs but lagging behind spry white-haired veterens. It would take all day. At dusk we would make it back, wholesomely tired, and make use our last energy to run in case we missed last food order at the pub. And we’d eat. Lamb shank.Posted By Sarah On 03.04.2013 @ 11:26 am
every attempt that she had make to get his attention had been in vain because it was clear he wasn’t listening. she scoffed and slouched over some in her chair, looking across at him. she frowned. it wasn’t her fault he wasn’t listening, that he was being immature, that she couldn’t get the message across to him that it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t a fucking weakling, that he needed to get over himself. the fact that he wasn’t listening is what made him weak, the conscious attempt at blocking out the reality of the situation. she scoffed again and stood up, leaving the room. if he wasn’t going to listen, she wasn’t going to bother.Posted By Sarah On 03.03.2013 @ 4:01 pm
The boy was pushed to the ground. He thought finally being in high school would make a difference. Even here, though, the torment never ended. He was the weakling.
One day, he thought, One day, I’ll show them that just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be small. I’ll show them that even someone like me can be as strong as- no, stronger than them.
From that day on, the boy lived, breathed, and slept with the gym on his mind. He never would have thought that, when he moved away to college and found his new gym in California, he would fall in love with a man lifting for the very same reasons.Posted By Sarah On 03.03.2013 @ 1:29 pm
“You have instilled life in my very being, and in doing so, have thrown me into an everlasting debt to you.” “What? Oh, you mean ‘install’”, the engineer sighed once again, wondering what algorithm his intern screwed up this time around. “Please, if you would, 78324 v7, turn around and self deactivate your core processor. I’ve got just a few more details I’d like to tweek before I feel comfortable showing you off at the Science Academy Awards Ceremony.” “Very well. System shut down in 3, 2, 1…” The robot’s audible buzz lessened until it dispersed completely. David was just getting to like his intern, Jeff, he didn’t want to fire him, but of course he had to.Posted By Sarah On 03.03.2013 @ 8:59 am
The monk climbed the mountain slowly. His sight was growing dim for he had not allowed himself to stop, and this was his third day on the climb. It was the cold and dreary pre-dawn, and the sun had yet to rise, but as he reached the top, the world presented itself to him bathed in the new light of the day. The image was engraved on his heart and his mind was instilled with a permanent peace that came with seeing the unmarred beauty that the earth held on it’s own. No humans had destroyed this place, and he could see everything in a new light.Posted By Sarah On 03.02.2013 @ 6:08 pm
I conjured up the image in my mind with ease. I could see his face so clearly, covered with black stubble, his small brown eyes sparkling with laughter. His stupid purple beanie covering his explosion of hair, his striped shirt, the one he says he wants to live in.Posted By Sarah On 03.01.2013 @ 2:08 pm
“It’s open!” She called, wondering who was at the door. A shining face appeared from behind the oak wood finish. “I brought carry out. Bourbon chicken, egg rolls, red sauce, crab meat ragoons-” “Listen, you didn’t have to come, really. I’m fine.” She smiled to prove her point. “Oh, Anne, that’s the most pathetic attempt at a smile I’ve ever seen. We don’t even have to talk, okay? We can just eat and watch Wipeout and worry about everything else later. Sound good?” Anne smiled, which felt weird, she hadn’t honestly smiled for a while. “You’re a great friend, Felic.”Posted By Sarah On 02.28.2013 @ 10:15 am