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She pushed him to the side, her eyes red as tears slipped down her face. “He’s innocent! Please, you have the wrong man!” The second guard caught her around the waist, quickly pushing her back. “Please stay back ma’am.” “But that’s my son!”

Posted By Anna On 06.02.2012 @ 1:15 am

convict by akon…very good song. im not a convict as in im not a jailbird. convict…an escaped prisoner. convict as in a sexy scandalous criminal. corrupt! meant to break the law

Posted By Anna On 06.01.2012 @ 8:25 pm

She was polished in the kind of way that made him want to unsteady her; to make her totter in those sensible heels; to take her hard and fast against the wall; to muss her sleek hair; to take his teeth and tear her crisp button-up all the way down.

Posted By Anna On 05.30.2012 @ 5:26 pm

My friend Eric wants to be an architect. He already took a course in it and I can imagine him to be very good at it. Is this crazy kind of guy who likes design and so on.

Posted By Anna On 05.30.2012 @ 7:56 am

We make architecture with our twining fingertips – here is the church here is the steeple, here are our shimmering glimmering smashing hearts, like glass snowglobes shattering against the door, glass and sparks flying like a spray of bright coins. Here is my heart. Here are your lips. Here my mouth touches your cheeks and here promises spin out into the sunlight, weightless, weighted, like paper swans dying to swoop and swoon and soar.

Posted By Anna On 05.29.2012 @ 6:24 pm

“Damn if you do, damn if you don’t.”

She looked out the window of the high tower where she was set as a prisoner. What her offense was, she could no longer recall. That was how long she was high up there.

The moon was bright and full, seemingly lonely if not for the stars dotting the inky blackness of the night sky.

Posted By Anna On 05.28.2012 @ 5:15 pm

Karen had a dilemma. It had to do with a fish. And a strip of bacon. She liked bacon, you see, but do did the fish that came after her to attack her for it. So, she then ate the fish. And had a full meal in her tummy.

Posted By Anna On 05.28.2012 @ 12:21 pm

rules and ashamed. i can’t do it properly. i’m a failure at it. i’m always at the bottom no matter how i try to be “leading”. and i just don’t know why ok? my dad is mumbling. he too is leading. leading this house, leading me, my mom, my brother, my life. probably everything

Posted By Anna On 05.26.2012 @ 7:12 am

hello beautiful how are you wat r u going lol i miss u are u having fun and i wanna see you i love you lol ur weird shawn ur brother is obsessed with me and ghe is like in love with me and why tf am i doing this? i dnt even know lfotrcldl i cnt wait to meet ur mother o waiti already met her. oh my gosh i have to do this agin like for real i am getting very annoyed like im serious lol do i type fast? supercalifragilisticeexpialidicious :0 lollllll ehe i wanna see my bestfriend becky:( awww now im sad….

Posted By Anna On 05.25.2012 @ 9:57 am

I have no calling. Is that possible? To be passionate about these things, but not have them call to you. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, or what is calling me forward.

Posted By Anna On 05.20.2012 @ 2:20 pm

Oh no! The engine has broken down! My old Ford Anglia rolls down a small hill. I get thrown in to my windshield. “This is why your Mom said to always wear your seat belt,” says my husband with a sigh.

Posted By Anna On 05.16.2012 @ 9:11 am

My luggage is heavy. It’s numerous. I can’t believe I’m leaving America for life! I’m excited for my new job, but it’s still a lot to take in. The many, many suitcases remind me that it’s time to go.

Posted By Anna On 05.11.2012 @ 2:02 pm

I throw a strawberry into my mouth. The sweet tangy juice explodes and I sigh a content sigh. How I love tasting. Sweet. Sour. Salty. Bitter. Tasting.

Posted By Anna On 05.08.2012 @ 9:14 am

I throw a strawberry into my mouth. The sweet and sour flavor explodes and I shiver with content.

Posted By Anna On 05.07.2012 @ 6:04 pm

I could have been right there beside her, tasting the cakes. But instead, I sat in my car all alone.

Posted By Anna On 05.07.2012 @ 1:42 pm

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Posted By Anna On 05.06.2012 @ 4:21 pm

Spartan – muscles –strength abounds in this specimen – violence and truth combine into one well-oiled package of masculinity

Posted By Anna On 04.26.2012 @ 10:03 am

DON’T BLINK. BLINK AND YOU’RE DEAD DON’T BLINK.BLINK AND YOU’RE DEAD DON’T BLINK. BLINK AND YOU’RE DEAD

Posted By Anna On 04.21.2012 @ 12:27 pm

it was a slight, that much was true; a look like that, sideways and narrow and accompanied with a smile that was more smugthan joy, it didn’t imply, couldn’t, really, anything but a hidden cruelty. but what on earth could she be insulting? at first, it had seemed such an innocuous remark.

Posted By Anna On 04.19.2012 @ 1:10 pm

My desk is a mess. Not even a beautiful mess, just piles of useful crap that makes me want to scream from it’s boringness. But I know if anything disappears, I’ll need it a minute later. I want one of those cool desks, that have wonderful gorgeous messes that make a statement. But nothing in my life can really do that…

Posted By Anna On 04.15.2012 @ 4:29 pm

The searing pain was worse than what I had experienced in my entire life i wish it would be over. I blacked out but before I did I felt the dogs gnawing on my hip.

Posted By Anna On 04.11.2012 @ 4:52 pm

I feel like my body could just melt down into a dark, bloody puddle on the floor. everything in me feels like it’s breaking, shattering to a point where the cells no longer hold themselves together, effectively liquifying all thoughts or dreams or feeling or touches i’ve ever had or shared.

Posted By Anna On 04.10.2012 @ 8:01 pm

I am not willful. I am not willing to do what you are asking me to do. I hate it. Willful is absolutely no where near describing how I feel right. My feelings and the word willful are on opposite sides of the spectrum.

Posted By Anna On 04.05.2012 @ 4:05 pm

the attendant handed me the soap. As I scrubbed my hands under the scalding water, I couldn’t help but wish that the whole thing had been a dream. That the disaster that had just befallen me was just the opening to a nightmare of epic proportions.

Posted By Anna On 04.02.2012 @ 11:32 am

Splash, the sound water makes when it spills. It splashes around, and pours away. You never see it again, after that one breathtaking moment of iridescent droplets flying through the air. Before you realize it, it slips around and through and under, and leaves you with nothing, leaves you staring at the only thing left, a shiny spot on the ground.

Posted By Anna On 03.29.2012 @ 1:30 pm

Splash, the sound water makes when it spills. It splashes around, and pours away. You never see it again after that one breathtaking moment of iridescent droplets flying through the air. Without you realizing it, it slips around and through and under, and leaves you with nothing, leaves you staring at the only thing left, a shiny spot on the ground.

Posted By Anna On 03.29.2012 @ 1:21 pm

Sometimes I have a temper, but not often. I’m rarely ever angry… Calm cool and collected, but you mess with my friends or family… you’re gonna go down. Nothing gets my goad like Disrespect.

Posted By Anna On 03.26.2012 @ 9:47 am

Loud; aggressive. Quiet; passive. The spoken and unspoken words; eternal effects.

Posted By Anna On 03.25.2012 @ 7:13 pm

The stain in the garage was disgusting. Sal would look at it and immediately feel frustration toward her father. How many times had this happened before? How many times had she had to clean up after his mess? She grabbed the mop and bucket and set to work. “Last time,” she told herself. Sal fooled herself into thinking that this was the last time she would ever help him.

Posted By Anna On 03.24.2012 @ 7:25 am

residue. Thats what my thoughts are now. I used to have these creative captivating amazing thoughts. My mind was like a book. Now i just lay there, and there’s just residue. Sad, old, dried up remnants of things that i can’t come up with on my own anymore. That’s all that’s left. I’m sorry.

Posted By Anna On 03.23.2012 @ 7:26 pm