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I see this word and I think of anger. Or perhaps an explosion. I am unsure of what else. I think perhaps it’s what English people say when they are angry. That thought amuses me. The timer started over so I suppose I must write more, this is cheating. It is letting me continue to write so maybe I can do this over and over. Then I can submit it and everyone will think I can write very fast. I wonder how many times it will let me do this.

Posted By Bri On 03.15.2013 @ 1:48 am

Emma Swan was tired of tales. Fairytales, to be specific. Ever since her son had shown up on her doorstep, her life had revolved around the stories– the stories of her parents, her friends, and even herself. For a girl that could never rely on the false hope that fairytales offered, it was more than a little nauseating. And now that she had broken the curse, keeping all the pieces of the broken endings together had taken up most of her energy. Most, but not all. The Sheriff had just enough left in her by the end of the day to find herself tangled in the sheets of the one person she never should have gotten this far with. Regina Mills was the one person Emma should not find solace in, yet was the only one that could give it to her. Every night as she snuck out of Mary Margaret’s apartment, as she kissed Henry on his forehead, as she ignored the persistent warning that this was a horrible situation, she promised herself it would be the last time. But it never was. And she knew that if it kept up much longer, it would begin to turn into something else. Something more. Something involving feelings, which frightened Emma to her very core. She made people think that she was closed off and let herself love very rarely, but the truth was that she loved too much. She knew if she let her burgeoning feelings for Regina present themselves, even in the sweaty post-coital bliss that was found under Regina’s sheets, neither of them would be able to handle it. They would lash out, things would end, and there would no longer be anything anchoring Emma to reality, to sanity. And the worst part of all was that either way, Emma would not be getting a happy ending. Then again, she never thought she was meant to.

Posted By Bri On 03.12.2013 @ 7:57 am

i have no idea what the word means but it makes me think of still. not moving just being still. letting the world around you move while you just still. is this bad or good? thats up to you. would you want the world to move on with out you?

Posted By bri On 03.03.2013 @ 9:32 am

Sentenced to life. Sentenced to death. Isn’t everyone?

Posted By bri On 02.28.2013 @ 1:32 pm

Tanned skin that says I need help. “Where is my identity? Who am I without chasing an ideal image?” And in the chase there is defeat.

Posted By bri On 02.21.2013 @ 4:36 pm

The serpent that never ends. Monkey mind. All over everywhere. We think we think and don’t feel. But we really feel everything first and then think over it. Thinking is feeling. They are much the same. Are we fools to think they can be separate?

Posted By Bri On 02.05.2013 @ 11:33 am

What is real? How do I know my dreams aren’t real and what I am seeing now is a distorted form of reality? Is love real? Can you be linked to someone in such a manner? Is it natural? The topic of real is much like that of truth for me. All it does is bring me questions.

Posted By Bri On 01.22.2013 @ 8:15 pm

I love visiting other countries. It’s my passion. I love throwing myself out of my comfort zone, into unfamiliar places, situations and among unknown faces. There is something thrilling about it. Your adrenaline starts pumping and at any moment you can turn a corner and find something amazing.

Posted By Bri On 01.21.2013 @ 4:58 pm

Echo in my ear. Resonate all around me. Don’t ever stop. Keep my alive. Tell me a story. Lift me. I don’t to be on the ground. I want to be high. And infinite…

Posted By Bri On 01.18.2013 @ 11:21 am

Speech is an key part of communication. Most of us use speech everyday. It’s interesting being thrown into a situation where you can’t understand those about you’s speech. Although a certain amount of information can be gathered with hand gestures, body language and tones. Don’t believe me? Then go abroad.

Posted By Bri On 01.14.2013 @ 7:13 pm

I was second away from banging my head against the desk. I had flipped through the reference book in my lap a thousands times and I still couldn’t find the answer to my question. My teach swore to me the answer was within its pages. I’m beginning to think him a sadist.

Posted By Bri On 01.06.2013 @ 5:41 pm

maybe the amount of bent keys or stuck locks, will explain how many ways i’ve tried finding you.

Posted By Bri On 01.02.2013 @ 11:13 pm

The roof is where I love to lay, watching the stars. it’s a new environment…one with adventure and facination. The feeling of being up high is fun. I love it.

Posted By Bri On 12.07.2012 @ 8:57 am

Something to hold in the palms of my hand. Caress it. Crave it. Reach for it. Whatever “it” may be. Anything you desire or wish. Grab it. Hold on to it. Don’t ever let go. An object.

Posted By Bri On 12.02.2012 @ 3:09 pm

I feel like I have spent a large sum of my life trying to be somebody, but I’m not sure what the qualifications are. I always feel like I am an nobody in a world of somebodies.

Posted By Bri On 11.12.2012 @ 2:38 pm

i lift up to a hire place, beyond myself> what will you see in me, what will you perceive?

Posted By bri On 10.18.2012 @ 7:08 pm

the walls were covered with blood. i stood there, emotionless. this was my home, this was my sactuarty. she was dead, leaning against the wall with an apparent bullet wound in her head. i walked past the grisley site and could not understand what had happned to warrent this type of beha

Posted By bri On 10.04.2012 @ 12:49 pm

Spa. A short word. Fun to pronounce. If you say it enough it no longer sounds like a word. Just a meaningless sound. I would love to spend more time at spas getting massages and stuff. Instead I found another path. Treating women to spa products in my time off.

Posted By Bri On 09.09.2012 @ 4:32 pm

A variety of sticky substances made their way across the floor. The gave off an acrid smell and small puffs of smoke rose from the upturned tubes. Someone had forgotten to put away the chemicals before heading home.

Posted By Bri On 08.08.2012 @ 11:45 am

Secrets are amazing things. We keep them locked up in the confines of our minds, secretyly praying for someone to come along and ask us to share with them.

Posted By bri On 08.04.2012 @ 10:34 am

Is more reliable than faith. But one has tho have faith to do science. And it is sadly not infallible….

Posted By Bri On 07.05.2012 @ 9:11 pm

THIS IS SOMETHING VERY BORING WHERE YOU CAN SIT AROUND FOR HOURS STUDYING ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. CORRECTION CAN BE BORING. BUT NOT ALL OF IT IS. THERE’S SO MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF SCIENCE SUCH AS: EARTH SCIENCE, HUMAN SCIENCE, ANTHROPOLOGY, MICRO-SOCIOLOGY, MACRO-SOCIOLOGY, BIOLOGY, CHEMISTRY, ETC…THE LIST GOES ON.

Posted By Bri On 07.05.2012 @ 1:05 pm

This Saturday is going to suck. I’ll eat to much, get fat, drool on my pillow, and get nothing done. Then Sunday will come and suck even more. And then Monday will come- and why am I so angsty?

Posted By Bri On 06.29.2012 @ 1:50 pm

i run into dilemmas daily. today, my dilemma is about daydreaming. i do that too much. i daydreamed about my future wedding. that doesn’t help when my boyfriend is with me daily. i give him grief about our age and how much i want to move on and get going with the next level. i dunno. i just want to grow up and get on with it. is that so wrong? i’m excited. i’m impatient.

Posted By bri On 05.28.2012 @ 10:18 pm

Calling, if you call someone on the phone it is called calling or you can call out to someone which is also called calling and you call out to someone to get their attention or calling something like giving it a name. If you want to start calling someone on a phone then you have to have their number. If you are calling them to get their attention then you have to yell at them.

Posted By Bri On 05.21.2012 @ 4:06 am

The sound of silence. The sound of loneliness. Nohthing-ness. Do you ever feel lost. I don’t mean lost in a maze of unfamiliar buildings and traffic. I mean tangled in confusion with a fuzzy gaze of where you’re going. No not to a physical destination. I’m talking about traveling through life. When you can tell your up from down. What is the difference between left and right anyway. They can both get me there eventually all that matters is the combination (until one leads you to a dead end) Lost, meaning you’re surrounded by strangers, yet you’re not in a new place. When you wake up ,in the same exact bed each morning, to a place that seems so foreign. Seconds seem like hours, but you blink and the day is almost over. Swimming against the current trying to make your way back to the familiar. The wind is never against your back. You’ve lost your compass, the north star is no where in sight. The world spins around you a chaotic confusion that you can’t seem to comprehend.

Posted By bri On 04.22.2012 @ 8:31 am

“This is it,” I thought pressing the button at the top of my camera as quickly as I could manage. This is the picture that’s going to capture what she is. If she sees this picture, she’ll know she’s as pretty as everyone else says. And then she’ll stop. She has to. If I can just capture how strong and wonderful she really is beneath all of those shields.

Posted By Bri On 03.28.2012 @ 4:07 pm

the man who plays baseball behind the hitter. coordinates with the pitcher in order to get the hitter out.

Posted By Bri On 03.28.2012 @ 7:02 am

I squat at home. Not a house, but a plate. The beginning and ending of a path to score, to glory, to bragging rights. I sweat as the hot sun beats down on my back. It’s rays absorbed into the black of my gear.

Posted By Bri On 03.27.2012 @ 7:37 pm

Light, airy colors. Inviting you into spring. From flowers to the sky. Easter dresses and children playing with sidewalk chalk.

Posted By bri On 03.16.2012 @ 3:29 pm