Entries By Zina
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possible
i think everything is possible . you just have to dream about it then work for it really har d . if you fail try again and again . this is life . this is how life goes on . you have to keep tring . if you’re negative you will not secceed . and this is sad , you should not do that to yourself
Posted By zina On 10.06.2012 @ 1:55 pm
nourish
It was cold out. The sun nowhere to be found, the sky draped in gray curtains. There would be no nourishment coming, not from the sun, not from her family.
Posted By Zina On 04.12.2012 @ 10:56 pm
bitten
I was five years old when I bit her. I can’t even remember why but the end result had meant the end of a dog chain in the front yard, for all my friends to see. I was humiliated, of course.
Posted By Zina On 04.11.2012 @ 11:19 pm
ruby
She wore rubies around her neck. It was the only jewlery she would ever wear. Well, they weren’t for real. After all, she was homelesss. It was all to keep up appearances.
Posted By Zina On 04.07.2012 @ 6:49 am
willful
“It is the willful disregard that I am talking about,” Lisa. “I suppose that is who is saying what is disregard means,” she spat.
Posted By Zina On 04.06.2012 @ 3:01 am
flip
She was going to completely flip out. When her mother saw what she had done it was a done deal. Over. Point of no return. The thing is, what to do now? Clean it up? Pretend like it never happened? No. She was going to have to fess up to it all and her mother was going to flip. She reached for her cell phone and called her father. “Dad,” she managed when he picked up the phone. She could hear the drone of the mechanic’s tools in his shop. He was busy but he would put down everything for her. They both knew that. “What is it my angel?” he said, crooning as he did when he heard her voice. “Dad, I fucked up. ” “Do you use that language just to irritate me? Oh, never mind, what happened?”
Posted By Zina On 04.03.2012 @ 10:52 pm
dense
the fruitcake my neighbor grandma lady used to make was incredibly dense and dry, thick and filled with unidentifiable jellied objects. But she made it with love, and with enough milk to wash it down I managed one piece every Holiday season. I miss her and her dense fruit cake.
Posted By Zina On 09.28.2011 @ 1:51 pm
whiskey
an alchoholic drink, originating in scotland.It iso a name give to wh
Posted By Zina On 04.17.2011 @ 5:58 pm
trusted
i wish i can trust on the colors of the sky, and read its message
Posted By zina On 03.30.2011 @ 8:06 pm
