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I wait in line, behind 30 different girls. I feel the sweat on my forehead, and look around. There’s a cute girl behind me, who grins as my eyes pass her face. She’s the only one who doesn’t look nervous, and it’s actually reassuring. She waves a little as my eyes linger on her, and those cute brown fingers waggle at me, and I blush turning back to the line. Focus. You need this commercial. You do. Stop wanting to flirt with the competition.

Posted By Zoey On 05.21.2013 @ 6:45 pm

The crunchy surface hurts my teeth, but I pretend to enjoy it. The trip to the dentist yesterday keeps me from enjoying much of anything I’ve tried to eat today, but it came from HIS hands, those soft long fingers, paint in the lines of his palm, the hands that make everything cupped in them beautiful. But this flaky fake vanilla taste has escaped his fingers, and in my mouth in loses what he gave it, and I have to resist the urge to spit it onto the ground.

Posted By Zoey On 05.22.2013 @ 5:33 pm

I glare at the passengers on either side of me, hoping the spikes on various parts of my outfit will scare people away. The flowers on my skirt are slightly more inviting, but paired with these boots, well, I look threatening to say the least.

Posted By Zoey On 04.19.2013 @ 2:45 pm

“You’re my anchor,” she says. “The one thing that keeps me tied down, stuck in this fucking town. I want to cut you loose, float away, but I need you when things get rough. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that.” I nod. “Yeah. You shouldn’t. But that’s just how it is. But I can’t hold you down any longer. It drains me, just as much as you. It’s exhausting, keeping you from…living, I guess.”

Posted By Zoey On 04.11.2013 @ 6:15 pm

It scattered the people like rats. It took control over their bodies, and their minds, and those who fell victim to it tore the others to shreds. No one was safe, at least not for long. Their skin hung from their bones, and their teeth were forever bared in an awful way. They stumbled through the streets and grasped whatever passed them, inhaling deeply to make damn sure it wasn’t alive. If it was, their teeth were dug into it, deep and gruesome, tugging at flesh and pulling it away from the victim. They would hold tight, tighter than their weak frame suggested they could, and they would bite again and again, till the mess they held in their hands was no longer living.

Posted By Zoey On 03.31.2013 @ 10:56 pm

The disease was killing off the villagers. Everyone struggled to survive, avoiding one another and covering their faces in cloths. They scurried through the streets in fear that someone would touch them, that anyone would be carrying the infection. A woman cried over the corpse of her newborn, and Margeret peered out the window of her house into the bare streets.

Posted By Zoey On 03.31.2013 @ 10:49 pm

The disease was killing off the villagers. Everyone struggled to survive, avoiding one another and covering their faces in cloths. They scurried through the streets in fear that someone

Posted By Zoey On 03.31.2013 @ 10:47 pm

He loved himself, he was a narcissist and he was incredibly self absorbed- in the end that was his downfall. Truly, the mirror didn’t look enchanted, or maybe it did, he didn’t notice all he saw was himself.

Posted By Zoey On 11.30.2012 @ 1:05 pm

flex is the main thing when it comes to dance its all about flexibitlity.

Posted By Zoey On 09.07.2012 @ 1:37 pm

The zone. Get in it. Focus. Breathe slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Concentrate. The goal is right in front of you. Focus. Eyes on the target. No hesitation. Ignore the screams. Ignore the pressure. It’s you, and the ball. Focus. Get in your zone. It’s your battlefield. That man right across there, he’s you’re enemy. Focus. Defeat him. Look at your target. See it. Understand it. Feel the target.

Posted By Zoey On 08.15.2012 @ 12:43 pm

I have an auxiliary gym at my school. It’s big and it’s one of three gyms there. I’m not sure why we have it. We rarely use it, but oh well. It’s a nice gym regardless, but it still makes me wonder why it’s there. I really don’t know what the meaning of auxiliary is. Does it mean there ais a balcony viewing like in our gym? it’s the only gym that has that so amaybe it means something along those lines. Nonetheless, I will not look up this definition because I don’t care to actually see it.

Posted By Zoey On 07.14.2012 @ 3:59 pm

I’m not sure what keen means. I think it’s an adjective, but honestly, how am I supposed to know? Is there a keen man? Is keen an intellectual word? Is it describing some physical feature? With only 60 seconds to write about a word foreign to my mind, I really can’t dictionary.com this. Yes, I did just turn “dictionary.com” into a verb. That’s what keen does to you. It verb-ifies nouns. And I did it again.

Posted By Zoey On 06.18.2012 @ 4:18 pm

I like to chat. Its fun. especially on facebook! haha. does chatting in texting count? cause i do that alot! hahaha :) i chat with alot of people.. espeially boys ;) jk. im not a whore! kinda. fuckkk me. chatting is funnnn! very very very fun. haha :) i guess you could say that. :p Im smart :)

Posted By Zoey On 06.08.2012 @ 8:18 pm

you are a convict arent you. i saw you wrtting the names of all people in front of me , and saw their tired faces staring blankly at the screen which showed them the same reminder that it was a mistake , all of it , everything their people believed all they themselves believed in . seeing that scene made me feel sick to my stomach , but then again, its all just a part of our ” so called ” culture isnt it ? its all in our minds, we can maje the world whatever our minds choose to , and we all know that deep inside, yet we act like puppets of our history , never embracing a positive change . and whet then , politics , laws , leaders …… all human terms and ways of life ,,, no true agenda but our own benifit is there , pessimistic , i know , but remember , we’ve done it ourselves , and if we choose , we know that we can change it.

Posted By zoey On 06.02.2012 @ 9:30 am

She lost her earring down the drain. There it fell, it’s shiny diamond glinting as it dropped gracefully down to the core of the earth. The scream she let out was inhuman. it peirced the ears of all nearby her. The earring sunk lower and lower, it’s shiny glint always taunting her.

Posted By Zoey On 04.17.2012 @ 7:38 pm

I look at her, and she is still giving me that look. The one that says, “Do it, or die.” And with Max, I know she isn’t joking. If I don’t listen, I will be killed. So I slip on the dress, and at Iggy’s laughter, I cringe.

Posted By zoey On 12.03.2011 @ 6:29 pm

It was raining heavily. It streaked her windows, and left every thing damp and miserable. But it wasn’t the only type of liquid flooding. Inside a house, little Cindy cheeks were stained with tears, as she watched the rain fall from the window. Today had been absolutely horrible.

Posted By Zoey On 11.04.2011 @ 8:16 pm

Finally, he kissed her. Maddie had been waiting for this kiss her whole life. It wasn’t a family kiss, or a tiny peck on the cheek. It was some thing real. It brought fireworks to mind. She couldn’t help but lift her leg, like in cheesy, romantic movies. All she could say when she pulled away was, a very fitting, very surprised, “whoa.”

Posted By Zoey On 10.31.2011 @ 2:23 pm

I don’t what it is with him,” I told Brenda, fiddling with my diamond necklace. “This isn’t like him.” Brenda tried to be kind and sympathetic, but I could tell she was shaking her head and pursing her lips in her mind. She had been upset with him from day one. “Well, you know men,” she said softly, “Always up to this or that.”

Posted By Zoey On 10.30.2011 @ 12:54 pm

He holds me close, his cold, thin, strong fingers still clapsed over my eyes. By now, I was getting ansty. “Oh, are we there yet?” I could practically feel is grin. “Nope, not yet.” Finally, it felt like years later, did his fingers fly off and my eyes were treated to a visual feast.

Posted By zoey On 10.30.2011 @ 12:49 pm

I don’t have a husband. I don’t want to get married for a very long time. I mean, I’m only twelve. though my grandmother got married at this age. had a baby four years later. Can you believe it? at 16! my dad keeps telling me he wants to me to get married, but i know he’s just joking. He freaks out every time I mention the name of a guy, but, again, joking.

Posted By zoey On 10.30.2011 @ 12:47 pm

The trail of cookie crumbs leading to the boy’s room were just as clear evidence as the trail of his blood leading to the open window above his bed. The cool breeze blew in and the curtains fluttered in the empty bedroom. The man’s car left skid marks on the street but he and the boy were long gone.

They cried for him to come back but he never did.

Posted By Zoey On 09.26.2011 @ 7:56 pm

I am in fact sitting on a couch right now. It’s grey with black pin stripes and I enjoy it because I like to sit. Speaking about sitting, that’s pretty much my job to sit down and produce adverts for commercial radio. It’s quite scary considering I might get really incredibly fat and end up rolling around for a living. Fuck My Life!!!!!! Imagine being fat? I would have broken this couch by now. Couch reminds me of potatoes and potatoes remind me of dirt and dirt reminds me of ants.

Posted By zoey On 09.22.2011 @ 1:25 am

is very bright and you have to be very careful when attaching a bulb because you might seriously harm yourself if you get an electric shock. bulb has four letter, two of which are both b. bulb can be an eletrical appliance or a bulb of a flower.

Posted By zoey On 08.06.2011 @ 1:11 pm

a cast is what a doctor puts ona patient when they have a broken bone and it is what a play has a cast is what performs a musical or a non musical play i dont know what else to write…….

Posted By zoey On 07.07.2011 @ 9:48 am

Someone who has tried a lot. Someone who has believed that they could have succeeded. Myself.

Posted By Zoey On 06.24.2011 @ 11:53 pm

don’t remember things that you have done etc.

Posted By zoey On 06.07.2011 @ 2:56 pm

Sideburns can be ugly, they can be hot. Men with prominent sideburns are kind of ugly. I don’t really like sideburns – I mean, if they really show. Normally they’re okay.

Posted By Zoey On 05.29.2011 @ 2:58 pm

When I look in the mirror I stare at myself, and see the flaws which I have tried to accept. I stare at the shape of my face, and wonder will I ever be who I want to be?

Posted By Zoey On 03.20.2011 @ 1:09 am

Circles,Triangles,Rectangles…There are many shapes. Some can be used to describe a persons body type.

Posted By Zoey On 03.20.2011 @ 1:02 am