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conjured
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
sentenced
The man walked into the courtroom for what was to be the last time. It was his sentencing.
Silence. The man could here nothing, but he saw the judges lips. He had been sentenced to death.
Posted By Sarah On 02.28.2013 @ 6:42 pm
knock
“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
when you knock you are asking to come in… and the possibilities are endless, because you don’t know what is on the other side of that door.
Posted By Sarah On 02.28.2013 @ 8:12 am
the knock on the door went unheard over the noise in the kitchen. her laptop was on the counter and she was listening to that old “Untitled” playlist of hers that she forgot she ever made. it contained dusty songs that she hadn’t listened to in ages but remembered so distinctly and specifically that the nostalgia surrounding the kitchen – old music and the smell of homemade peanut butter cookies – drowned out the gentle but persistent knocking.
Posted By Sarah On 02.27.2013 @ 7:27 pm
I was sitting on the bottom of my stairs, sweating and panting. There was no where to go but to wait there filled with anxiety. I saw a shadow behind the stained glass of my front door. It got bigger…and bigger. I heard the footsteps. And then there was knock.
Posted By Sarah On 02.27.2013 @ 5:28 pm
A knock on the door woke the sleeping girl. “Who could that be?”
She opened the door, and there was Katie. Like the last 7 years were all a dream, and Sarah was 11 again. Her sister was finally back.
Sarah backed away, eyes wide and shaking her head. Her already pale face was ashen now, and her heart beat was tripled with fear.
“You can’t be here…. You can’t be real…” Sarah was shaking by this point. Her back collided with the wall- she could get no further. “This isn’t happening…”
“Sarah, didn’t you miss me? Don’t you love me still?” Katie had continued moving towards Sarah, and now she raised a hand to her.
“You died.. the car was destroyed. You were dead before anyone could do anything. You aren’t here!” Sarah yelled. Katie’s hand was moving towards her face, and when skin touched skin, Katie’s hand turned to ash.
“Why have you killed me, Sarah? I came back for you.” The body that had once been Katie’s was barely recognizable. She was turning to ash, but before the transformation was finished, Sarah saw a single tear fall down her sister’s face and the words “you killed me again” were breathed past her falling lips. “You killed me…”
Posted By Sarah On 02.27.2013 @ 5:16 pm
A knock on the door woke the sleeping girl. “Who could that be?”
She opened the door, and there was Katie. Like the last 7 years were all a dream, and Sarah was 11 again. Her sister was finally back.
Sarah backed away, eyes wide and shaking her head. Her already pale face was ashen now, and her heart beat was tripled with fear.
“You can’t be here…. You can’t be real…” Sarah was shaking by this point. Her back collided with the wall- she could get no further. “This isn’t happening…”
Posted By Sarah On 02.27.2013 @ 5:02 pm
bleeding
Violence. Physical and mental. Pain. Sweet pain. Sacrifice. Ultimate gift. Act of pouring blood. Red.
Posted By Sarah On 02.27.2013 @ 1:54 am
My wound has healed well, It used to be an open, gaping whole that blood, my very life source, poured out of like a waterfall. Now, I know longer bleed. My heart has healed with invisible stitches and you help it hurt a little less every day. You’ve helped me heal and move on.
Posted By Sarah On 02.26.2013 @ 7:33 pm
blood drippingy yuck gross red slimey wet ozes out of the wound. hurts when you make yurself bleed. vampires mosies need blood ans suck the blood out of you.
Posted By sarah On 02.26.2013 @ 4:49 pm
cave
i live in a cave, far from other people and I can hide away all day and sleep in my sleeping bag far from the world with a beautiful view. Rivers and mountains twinkle below but I can’t see them because I’m hidden in my cave. It’s safe here and I’m not going anywhere.
Posted By Sarah On 02.24.2013 @ 10:50 am
The cave was dark and cold. I could hear the sound of water dripping off the stalagmites above and into puddles below by my feet. In the distance I could hear echoing of the creatures that lived there. This was my home now. I was not going back.
Posted By Sarah On 02.23.2013 @ 2:24 pm
weathered
I have weathered the storm. God knows it wasn’t easy. There were days that made me want to curl into a fetal position and cry. There were days that I gave in to this impulse, but there were also days that I stood up and pushed through.
Posted By Sarah On 02.20.2013 @ 9:24 pm
flailing
I watched her arms flailing, her eyes rolling, her legs twitching. I tried to help but there was nothing I could do. I screamed, cursing my inability to help, to do anything. Then, I woke up to people grabbing my own flailing arms.
Posted By Sarah On 02.18.2013 @ 4:12 pm
As the water began to surge over her, Madelyn fought for air. Her breath came in short gasps, but no amount of thrashing and flailing could bring her closer to the precious oxygen she so desperately needed. She slowly realized, she was drowning.
Posted By Sarah On 02.18.2013 @ 3:17 pm
His arms were flailing wildly as he fell from the cliff. bass jumping had seemed like a good idea at first and he couldn’t believe Matt had talked him into actually doing it. The air rushed past and the ground was zooming in on him when it hit. The water was dark underneath him and the chute was stuck. Desperately he tugged at the cord pleading with God for it to open but it was stuck fast. He plunged head-first into the water, daylight disappearing fast above him. Darkness sucking him down, smothering him.
Posted By Sarah On 02.18.2013 @ 1:52 pm
fatigue
‘You look tired today,’ he said. ‘Do I?’ ‘Yes.’ And I dare not make mention of the tears I shed like skin the night before–in the secrecy of the darkness, with no witness but the moon. I dare not.
Posted By Sarah On 02.18.2013 @ 9:19 am
the feeling i get when i just dont want to go on. when my pencil tip has broken and i’m just done. when i cant continue one more assignment in the name of a diploma. goodbye college. Hello full night sleep.
Posted By Sarah On 02.17.2013 @ 9:52 pm
I’m so tired. it’s not the time of day that matters, it’s the amount of sleep you got the night before. or the length of nap you took.
Posted By Sarah On 02.17.2013 @ 9:00 am
My limbs ache and my mind seems sluggish. This damn fatigue just won’t go away. Why won’t it go away? Who won’t my mind think? Why won’t by body work the way I want it to?
Posted By Sarah On 02.16.2013 @ 1:59 pm
willed
She was strong willed. Nothing to do with her past. Nothing to do with her future. Certainly nothing to do with now. It was how she was. She willed herself into things. Anything. Things she wanted to do, and things she did not want to do. She was not me. I am not strong willed, but I admired that she was. No matter the differences between us.
Posted By Sarah On 02.15.2013 @ 4:45 pm
With all of her strength, she willed herself to move, to keep going. She knew that she couldn’t stop and give up. This was too important. The fact of the matter is that life is worth living, even when it gets you down, even when it sucks. It’s still worth it.
Posted By Sarah On 02.15.2013 @ 12:05 pm
flat
Is the place i am in now with Alesha, Christian, Seth and Eddie! Hanging out and chatting
Posted By SARAH On 02.14.2013 @ 12:39 am
salesman
I wondered what he was selling until he pulled down his pants and whipped it out. Then I knew it was just like before. I tucked a hair behind my ear and tipped my head just to the side so he couldn’t see the white of my eyes anymore. It was going to be like that.
Posted By Sarah On 02.07.2013 @ 11:18 pm
It was not the death of salesman, but quite the opposite. He was born in a small suburban town outside of Los Angeles. There he had spent his childhood, his teenage years, and now his adulthood. You could say that he was indecisive, but that would be an understatement.
Posted By sarah On 02.07.2013 @ 9:56 pm
salesmen should be nice people but if they are not i understand bec ause they have mundane jobs (if you choose to see it like that) selling things is an adeenture in which you get to meet new people all the time and perfect your selling wys or you can choose to look at it like a chore, either way being a salesman is a way of life.
Posted By sarah On 02.07.2013 @ 3:16 pm
think
I sometimes wonder if people ever consider the way thoughts happen. I used to think I was schizophrenic when I was little because I only knew that the word meant and never realized that the voices inside my head were just me thinking. I’d tell myself again and again, “Stop talking to me, stop talking to me.”
Posted By Sarah On 02.05.2013 @ 10:03 pm
Thinking is a beautiful concept. Our thought process is so wide and can involve so much. Sometimes we over-think while other times we think too little. However by thinking, regardless of how much or how little, we’re still exercising our brains and formulating new ideas.
Posted By sarah On 02.05.2013 @ 7:19 pm
