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ship need to have it to stop at the coast. big and heavy.

Posted By sasha On 04.11.2013 @ 1:03 pm

Overt. A lot. Too much? Not quite, but close. Overtly shy? Is that a contradiction? Time is running out and I have nothing to say about Overt. Should I say more? Is that counting in ten second chunks? I’m overtly concerned about the time limit. There isn’t enough time. I think it is, though. one minute and I’ve four lines with nothing about the word Overt.

Posted By Sasha On 03.15.2013 @ 1:37 pm

She was underneath the bed. No, behind it. But also underneath it. And it wasn’t just her. It was her and Zoe. There was a lamp hanging over the bed. That’s what she was talking about it her hint. “Under a lamp.” But we would have never guessed she was under a lamp, under a bed. Her sweater on the floor had given them away.

Posted By sasha On 11.27.2012 @ 5:02 pm

Squares wear glasses. Yes they do. Squares wear glasses. But, do you? Squares have four sides, 2 less than a cube. Cubes are 3D and squares are 2D and all I’m writing is nonsense.

Posted By sasha On 11.23.2012 @ 1:29 pm

A thought is like one drop of rain. You feel it hit your hand, and you look up to the sky. Slowly, the rain increases. Now, the droplets are slapping your face and you close your eyes. You let the thoughts come to you, until your face is soaking wet.

Posted By sasha On 11.17.2012 @ 11:59 am

The yard stick hit the table with a loud crack. I smiled. The student at the desk rolled their eyes, and I moved on. The four of us circled throughout the room having fun slapping desks with our yard sticks.

Posted By sasha On 11.14.2012 @ 7:08 pm

Artsy fartsy. Art art art. Art junkies. Art people. People who like art. People who make art on walls on the streets and on their shoes. Art art art. So much art. Everywhere. Art is in everything we see, all the time, everywhere.

Posted By sasha On 11.13.2012 @ 5:49 pm

Hats. So so many hats. They hung from hooks and rested in piles on shelves. They were pushed against the sides of the aisles by passing feet. Some were still in their boxes, but most were scattered throughout the store.

Posted By sasha On 11.13.2012 @ 5:44 pm

The loud sound shattered my ears, not an animal, not anything human. The ocean. The ocean so blue, so green, so wet. The ocean so cold, so unforgiving. The ocean, roaring in my ears.

Posted By sasha On 11.09.2012 @ 1:39 pm

Whitney Houston: It’s possible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage. It’s possible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage And four white mice are easily turned to horses Such fal de rah and fiddle dee dee of courses!

It’s possible!

Posted By Sasha On 10.07.2012 @ 4:12 am

theres all kinds of walls, wooden walls, concrete walls even metaphorical walls, the ones we build up in our lives to stop people from hurting us. so i guess walls are bloody important now arent they they shelter us from the rain

Posted By Sasha On 10.05.2012 @ 4:08 am

I wish we could be together I wish I could hold you and keep you close until the last day I have on this earth I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you I wish you felt the same. I wish you knew me.

Posted By Sasha On 09.17.2012 @ 10:14 pm

We’ll be together forever. Take my hand and i’ll take you to our spot at the beach. The wind, the sand, the waves and your velvet skin is all i need. It needn’t be anything else. Our special and unique love will keep us together forever.

Posted By Sasha On 09.17.2012 @ 1:00 pm

Peace love Arthur happy hope forum writing creative books words art forest twilight barn lightning thunder garage

Posted By Sasha On 08.16.2012 @ 5:27 am

I couldn’t dare to look him in the eye. He knew. He knew what I was hiding. And I couldn’t bear to think that I’d been lying to him all this while. When I was a child, I’d tell him everything. Every little thing. But now…now, things have changed. Now I’m a big girl and I’m miles away from him.

Posted By Sasha On 08.05.2012 @ 7:15 pm

they heard a large racket in the next room..the sound of pots and pans hitting the floor and mrs. sheldon yelling at her children to “be quiet” stop the racket!! Go outside and get some fresh air instead of messing things up in the kitchen. The rackets were constant in our neighborhood

Posted By sasha On 06.10.2012 @ 8:55 pm

She wandered through the marble maze and wondered what the great men that had stood there before her had thought in that very same spot.

Posted By Sasha On 06.06.2012 @ 4:07 am

The room stunk of ancient ruins, it was built 30 years before I was born and certainly had not aged to a grace of famous roman ruins. I walked in slightly shocked by its ungraceful feel, it was shrinking I think thing because the ceiling now touched my head.

Posted By sasha On 05.30.2012 @ 8:40 am

dillema trouble problem which shall i choose what will happen worry worry worry think how on earth one hand other hand how why where when pain and mystery wonder power is the one not the one trees and wind dying life and death sorry

Posted By Sasha On 05.29.2012 @ 9:13 am

A stunt queen dangled from the fourth floor with tears dripping down her cheek. She never thought this day would come. She owed them lots and didn’t know how she would repay. But thats what happens when your a Vegas call girl.

Posted By Sasha On 05.26.2012 @ 2:48 pm

i wonder how long this will take… half way. so close… see boring right?

Posted By sasha On 03.15.2012 @ 9:47 am

she walked to the door who is the there? the air begging for more, out of her a broken tea kettle. Place it here please, next to your signature. That will do, ma’am. Forget us not, but our faults Run along now. This place isn’t yours.

Posted By sasha On 03.13.2012 @ 12:10 pm

belief. what a strange sounding word. belief. b-e-l-i-e-f. huh. I don’t know if i like it or not… kinda stuck between hating it and loving it. BELIEF BELIEF BELIEF. yeah that didn’t help. meh.

Posted By sasha On 03.12.2012 @ 5:23 pm

recycling. it is more than throwing an empty plastic bottle into a blue bin. it is the idea that everything can be renewed and re-used, that nothing just ends–it can be an ongoing cycle. everything is recyclable, even people.

Posted By sasha On 03.11.2012 @ 11:06 pm

recycling. it is much more than throwing your empty water bottles in a blue bin, it is the idea of taking something and turning it into something new, and that cycle again and again. that everything is recyclable, even us.

Posted By sasha On 03.11.2012 @ 11:03 pm

Gourmet. The word rolls off the tongue with a soft and subtle sound. It brings to mind Michelin, Whole Foods, fancy dresses and high heels, the clinking of forks and knives against fine china.

Posted By Sasha On 03.11.2012 @ 9:29 am

the end of the class was the best pat of class. only thing was, we had to head to another one right after that. some people use the word as a way to get someone to top talking, thats just rude

Posted By Sasha On 03.10.2012 @ 5:38 am

camera photography I like photography I take a lot of pictures. seeing people visual, dramatic, black and white, color, HD, macro Flickr. I like to see people’s faces in photographs I keep a lot of photos on my computer . I like old fashioned cameras.

Posted By Sasha On 02.05.2012 @ 3:33 pm

Dull is my life right now. Probally the reason that I am actually doing this :( I would have had something to do if i had not been sick… Dull is the fact that I gotmy bf sick too and now he cant come over. Dull is my math teacher and the fact that she was angry that i left.

Posted By sasha On 10.17.2011 @ 2:23 pm

“I suppose so, Mother.” I tried not to make my lie apparent. I stared straight at her blue eyes as I spoke this. I needed to get away. Now.

Posted By Sasha On 10.03.2011 @ 12:43 pm