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Posted By vicky On 05.04.2013 @ 11:06 am

End a life with a bolt of lightening 10 million volts and she is lluminated A flicker, a fizz and a hiss of smoke escapes from the top of her head ‘At last’ she said.

Posted By vicky On 04.27.2013 @ 8:18 am

End a life with a bolt of lightning 10 million volts and she is lluminated A flicker, a fizz and a hiss of smoke escapes from the top ofher head ‘A last’ she said

Posted By vicky On 04.27.2013 @ 8:14 am

When we went bowling, he didn’t pick up a ball. He simply swayed his hands and all the pins fell in awe.

Posted By vicky On 04.26.2013 @ 8:16 am

“I believe that is checkmate” He whispered, his voice cold. He puffed his cheeks with air and let it out. I sullenly watched his knight take out my king without him touching it.

Posted By vicky On 04.24.2013 @ 10:03 am

Down to the burrow, we follow the reaper of death.

Posted By vicky On 04.20.2013 @ 1:25 pm

Down to the burrow, we follow the rabid rabbit.

Posted By vicky On 04.20.2013 @ 1:20 pm

“Did you use me to get leverage? All of this! Us Maggie, us. Was that just part of your plan” The silence rang around the room after I took my last breath.

Posted By vicky On 04.16.2013 @ 7:18 am

We held onto the branch like it was our last hope.

Posted By vicky On 04.12.2013 @ 12:03 pm

Anchor, anchor, anchor. All you do is drag me down.

Posted By vicky On 04.11.2013 @ 11:36 am

It was a lie. It was all a lie when they told us about the welfare state. Why am I still here? Why I’m I still poor?

Posted By vicky On 04.10.2013 @ 11:29 am

The trench protected us from death. The funny thing is that we still see death staring us right in the face as we take the steps that those who got away from the trench.

Posted By vicky On 04.08.2013 @ 1:25 pm

“We should be punished for the crimes we have done Bobby. We killed that man, you; I killed him. I looked into his eyes and I just; I can’t live with this pain.”

Posted By vicky On 04.08.2013 @ 3:56 am

I ran back to his house. I couldn’t stand the guilt. But it was too late. I silently stood and watched the blood smudge across the room.

Posted By vicky On 04.02.2013 @ 11:50 am

Death came easy when you had the plague.

Posted By vicky On 03.31.2013 @ 12:42 pm

“You are destined to do something great” She said as I could almost picture her soul leaving her body.

Posted By vicky On 03.27.2013 @ 9:36 am

“It’s a calamity” I heard him say under his breath. “What was that” I asked. “Nothing” he muttered as he shoved to go to the bathroom.

Posted By vicky On 03.26.2013 @ 9:47 am

I looked up to the endless sky. The stars were twinkling as usual, but there was still something beautiful about it. “Imagine the untold calamities that go on behind the sky”

Posted By vicky On 03.25.2013 @ 12:08 pm

Her boots were filled with mud from running home after she saw her sister floating by the river bed.

Posted By vicky On 03.24.2013 @ 5:06 am

I built a home made out of bricks to protect me from the harsh winter winds.My brother build his out of straw and now he stays with me.I curved your name onto one of the red mud bricks, to stay away from me. You can’t harm me now, that I know.For I am safe with my house of bricks.

Posted By vicky On 03.23.2013 @ 9:39 am

Beware, the days long gone Beware when you were once mine and hazy shadows make their way against my drooping eyes that brush the earthy floor beware the distance in my heart to yours shattered camera and not photographs because the pictures dont matter as long as there are no more new ones beware of the little dangers of your heart only to realize that all you should be wary of is yourself

Posted By vicky On 03.21.2013 @ 6:24 pm

I’m still waiting for the day when I can say pained instead of pain.

Posted By vicky On 03.20.2013 @ 9:36 am

It pained me to see you leave. I was the last one to leave that day. It’s a good thing I did, because I saw you move

Posted By vicky On 03.20.2013 @ 9:35 am

I created a map of the cities we went to after you died.

Posted By vicky On 03.18.2013 @ 10:34 am

I hate this word. It remind’s me of my sociology exam

Posted By vicky On 03.16.2013 @ 12:43 am

What we thought was our eternal love ended. Now I hold my breath each time I say forever.

Posted By vicky On 03.14.2013 @ 10:16 am

I wish to be the director of my own life. The question is, who would be the actor.

Posted By vicky On 03.13.2013 @ 9:51 am

Tell me a tale of dragons and witches, of lions that died in battles, and promiscuous men. Tell me a tale that will make me smile, and leave me restless in the night. You will know when it when the time is right, Tell me a tale.

Posted By vicky On 03.12.2013 @ 10:14 am

this is bs everytime i refresh the page it keeps on going back to this and I think it’s pretty annoying. Withered is a word used for dying or dead things, like plants, feelings, and just everything at it’s worst point. If you leave something long enough it will wither away and die.

Posted By Vicky On 03.11.2013 @ 10:47 am

The flowers that you left me withered it time. Don’t worry they lasted longer than I expected. But they lay withered in that clear vase that you left with me too. Now I stare at them everyday. I bet they stare at how I am withered too.

Posted By vicky On 03.11.2013 @ 8:55 am