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The smell of smoke Off the wood Makes me feel like I am at home. I love to hear the Crackiling of the leaves

Posted By Sydney On 05.06.2013 @ 8:21 am

so theres bagels at noahs bagels ya know cause i do and they sevred green ones on saint pratricks day. i got one with a drink actyally organae juice omg i am messing up hwo to spell eveything oh god so theres this bagel place and its callerd noahs and i went there during the summer with akex and jen and god so i miss the summer and omg i am writing so slow

Posted By Sydney On 04.04.2013 @ 10:01 am

ink on the page of a postcard i write back to you, but i am not cautious because i am so frantic to fill you in. smear of blood on the wrist of a girl who tries to release her fear. with tears watering down her face.

Posted By Sydney On 04.02.2013 @ 5:55 pm

I felt like I had the plague. My body was heavy and hot, and it was hard to even move without even crying out in pain. Whatever I had caught, I wanted it to go away. “Eliora! It’s time to get up,” my mother called. I opened my mouth to speak and simply began to cough, deep, body-shaking coughing that scared even me. My mom heard this and came into my room. “Dear God, Eli,” she murmured, kneeling down beside me and feeling my forehead.

Posted By Sydney On 03.31.2013 @ 5:11 pm

He let out a pained groan. “Eliora. This isn’t going to work out.” “Why not?!” I cried, feeling tears brim in my eyes. “Just because we’re different? Because I’m of the Forest Dwellers and you of Stone? That’s ridiculous!” “Yes, but that’s life!” he yelled back. He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe you would be better off just leaving. Going back to your village.”

Posted By Sydney On 03.19.2013 @ 11:42 pm

This was incredible. I had no idea that ground dwellers had formed entire cities networking for miles underground. I was so used to residing in the trees (and more recently within the mountains and caves with Xander) that I had no idea what to think. “This is incredible,” I whispered, almost speechless from the site. There were paved roads, moving vehicles, buildings that rose up for six or seven stories. It was amazing.

Posted By Sydney On 03.18.2013 @ 12:00 am

It started as a tiny caterpillar it seems very signification in the big scheme of things but became a bigger, better butterfly. It was still itself; only transformed.

Posted By Sydney On 03.16.2013 @ 2:25 pm

Return. A word describing something coming back. Feelings, people, seasons, flavors, etc. Sometimes return makes people happy. Sometimes it makes people sad. Sometimes return is unexpected.

Posted By Sydney On 03.08.2013 @ 2:25 am

There were three even knocks on my door. I stood back nervously and my dad rose to answer it instead. He didn’t appear nervous, but I knew him and saw the way he walked stiff and stretched his hands as he moved toward the door. He looked back at me and forced a smile, to me he looked on the verge of tears. He then swung the door opened and the younger man outside looked obviously nervous as he reached out to shake his hand.

Posted By Sydney On 02.27.2013 @ 4:47 pm

Sanctity is the space in which I pray. Sanctity is the room in my heart where you live. Sanctity is the peacefulness that descends upon my soul when I shut my eyes and listen. Listen. Sanctity is something that cannot be touched. Sanctity transcends earthly limits.

Posted By Sydney On 02.15.2013 @ 8:30 am

Growing is the man reason we all grow up right? Wrong. Some people don’t. Have you ever met that one person that acts like a child? Those people unfortunatly have not grown up. Its hard to think how immature people can be.

Posted By sydney On 02.08.2013 @ 2:31 pm

The salesman knocked on the door. Again. I peered between the cheap plastic blinds to the front porch where he stood. He wiped beads of sweat off his forehead and swept back a piece of his come-over hairstyle that had fallen forward. His grubby hands took out a pamphlet and hung it on my door knob. As I watched him turn to leave I released a sigh of relief.

Posted By Sydney On 02.07.2013 @ 7:49 pm

I smiled at him across the alter, vowing to spend my life with this man. I know life will bring trials and we will have our rough times, just like every other couple, but I also know that we will get through it. “I do.”

Posted By Sydney On 02.04.2013 @ 5:34 pm

Walls built up so high, crashing down now before your very eyes. Not what you expected, it withstood winds Hurricanes, Tornados. Now a blink of an eye—- not AN eye HIS eye. A glimpse of a smile and All those walls crashed

Posted By Sydney On 02.03.2013 @ 1:15 pm

He climbed the staircase cautiously, following the trail of blood. He had his gun ready, for all he knows the killer could still be in the building. No matter how many years he has been doing this jib, nothing can compare to the sickness in his stomach as he searches each room, anticipating the violence that may await him.

Posted By Sydney On 02.02.2013 @ 6:09 pm

Her eyes scanned his face, searching for clues. His mouth seems pressed. His eyebrows are furrowed up in the center of his forehead. He subconsciously rubs his nose.

She sighs. “Baby, why were you so late coming home tonight?”

He blinks quickly, swallows hard, and looks away. Softly he replies, “I told you babe, I had to get milk.” He clears his throat and continues his voice crescendos as his anger grows. “I swear if you ask again I’m gonna lose it.” He blinks fast and looks away.

A smile stretches across her face. “Okay, sorry Chad.”

Posted By Sydney On 01.31.2013 @ 6:44 pm

“I’m just swell,” she said through gritted teeth.

But she was thinking otherwise. A flat tire isn’t ‘swell.’ Being late to work, again, isn’t ‘swell.’ Finding out your fiancé was cheating on you after five years together isn’t ‘swell.’

But nobody wants to hear all that.

Posted By Sydney On 01.30.2013 @ 4:33 pm

I looked at the blue little bundle of joy in my mother’s arms. I don’t think Eli will ever truly comprehend my love for him and the utter relief of his safe arrival. He won’t know the sickening fear I had upon learning the news that we were expecting him and the anxiety I held within my eight year old heart every time I asked my mom if she was passed the “dangerous stage” of her pregnancy. After losing three other babies, I couldn’t let myself get my hopes up that this one would be any different. Now looking at his innocent perfection, I felt a guilt I knew I would hold with me for the rest of my life for not being giddy with excitement for this new little soul.

Posted By Sydney On 01.29.2013 @ 3:39 pm

I wasn’t expecting a visitor and was startled when the doorbell rang. I had just been sitting down to finish a painting I had started the night before.

Posted By Sydney On 01.28.2013 @ 4:04 pm

He pushed me down and said to do whatever I wanted, he wouldn’t be help responsible for my actions anymore. I heard the anger in his voice, but in his fiery gaze I saw the threat: don’t go against him again, or I would have to endure more than just one violent shove.

Posted By Sydney On 01.24.2013 @ 3:55 pm

Musicals were never his favorite kind of movies, but for me he watched them almost every weekend. Most people would be a little surprised if

Posted By Sydney On 01.23.2013 @ 5:25 pm

I smiled, “This can’t be real!” Dayton laughed and kissed me on the nose. “Believe it baby, that ring on your finger means you really are mine, ’til death do us part.” His arm around my waist pulled me tighter and we moved gracefully to the music, my white dress sweeping the ground. The moment was perfect, but our parting was sooner than either of us could have expected.

Posted By Sydney On 01.22.2013 @ 5:47 pm

As I waited at the front desk to check in for my visit I clasped my hands nervously. I hadn’t been in to see him since the accident and I couldn’t escape the sense of guilt that had been eating away at me since that night. I shouldn’t have let him get into the car. I knew he was too tired to be driving, I should have just made an exception and let him spend the night. I turned to walk toward his room and uttered another prayer thanking God he was alive and asking him to recover. “Hello,” he perks up as I enter, and smiles as I instantaneously start crying. I cry because in the warmth of his smile I know he had forgiven me.

Posted By Sydney On 01.21.2013 @ 12:18 pm

Maybe if I had applied myself to the relationship more I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. I wouldn’t be sitting on my bed alone, in an empty apartment, looking through old photo alb

Posted By Sydney On 01.20.2013 @ 5:39 pm

I want to destroy my feelings. They’re like a wall preventing me from opening up to people and trusting them. I want to destroy them so I can accept change into my life and so that I can truly recover from my depression. Although I don’t think I will ever be able to.

Posted By Sydney On 01.19.2013 @ 3:48 pm

I want to destroy my feelings. They’re like a wall preventing me from opening up to people and trusting them. I want to destroy them so I can accept change into my life and so that I can truly recover from my depression. Although I don’t think I will ever be able to.

Posted By Sydney On 01.19.2013 @ 3:48 pm

My heart was in pieces, but I glued a smile on my face when I met her. They would get married and he must never know how I fell. he cant know that this news destroys my dreams and p

Posted By Sydney On 01.19.2013 @ 11:38 am

The sound of his voice was so soothing. It was the voice that I heard countless nights as I fell asleep in his arms in that cold room and the voice I heard all night in my dreams. But these words were not comforting in the least. “We

Posted By Sydney On 01.18.2013 @ 5:16 pm

She looked between the two; how was she supposed to choose? She had never faced a decision li

Posted By Sydney On 01.17.2013 @ 4:10 pm

She swept the question away, pretending the matter was of no consequence to her. Little did Troy know the significance of what he just said. He hadn’t e

Posted By Sydney On 01.17.2013 @ 10:35 am