Entries By bridget
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auburn
auburn. auburn like his hair had been. the exact same shade, flecked with brown and blonde. it had never been the red people had said, but rather something much more beautiful. something one could only notice after time. it simply grew on you.
Posted By Bridget On 05.12.2013 @ 12:28 pm
truth
He could make any lie sound like a beautiful, phenomenal truth, as long as he could get you under the spell of his eyes. As long as he managed to get you to look into them, to fall in love with that icy blue pigmented muscle, even if only for that moment you were looking into them, he could be telling you he is God himself and you would be accepting it as fact. It seems like a difficult feat in concept, but in practice, in his practice, it was as easy as deciding when to blink. I was constantly encompassed by his rich, velvet voice any time he spoke, and the traps I fell into while listening to his utter bullshit were deep and dark and vicious.
Posted By Bridget On 03.18.2013 @ 3:13 pm
terrain
The terrain was dirty, it’s grass covered in mud and with worms squirming around between my toes. I could barely lift my feet as I trudged through, but I needed to. The light was on the other side. I needed to make it. No matter what. The ground could be made of ice and I would be walking with as much fervor and purpose as I am at this moment. My survival for the next three days depends wholly on this moment right here, this march through the sludge.
Posted By Bridget On 03.09.2013 @ 3:32 pm
promise
I promise I’m going to lick your dog. I promise that I will take a bath today. I promise I will eat all the pizza at ChucK E. Cheese’s. I promise I’ll brush my teeth. I promise I’ll eat my water bottle. I promise I’ll read my bible. I promise you make me happy.
Posted By Bridget On 01.09.2013 @ 8:12 am
must
Pancakes must be cooked. Charlie must be punished. Courtney must be fed. Video Game must be furry. Your coffee must be heated. Cameras must be turned on to use. Turtles must be weird.
Posted By Bridget On 01.08.2013 @ 6:50 am
barrel
Pewdiepie hates barrels, and I do too. Barrels plot against us all. Never trust a barrel. They are filthy liars. They are out to get us all. They hate the bro army. And that is wrong,
Posted By Bridget On 01.01.2013 @ 10:54 pm
female
i am one. they have babies, and boobies. and the opposite of a female is a male. usually they have reproductive systems so that is how they have babies! im good at English.
Posted By bridget On 01.01.2013 @ 10:30 am
shows
it shows how it is painful for you to talk to me it shows how you would rather be anywhere else it shows how its not what it used to be it shows how I am someone else
Posted By bridget On 12.28.2012 @ 7:04 am
shows are amazing, like broadway shows, i mean so much passion is thrown into them, so much skill ya know? and not to mention television shows, that encompass so much in so little time, but then extend over years and years with new seasons and new characters and new plots and their plot twists, with villains and love and humor and grief and sadness. i love shows, i love them to death. they’re amazing and my favorite show as of now is Supernatural.
Posted By Bridget On 12.27.2012 @ 9:35 pm
roof
The roof was covered with birds. Short, tall, fat, skinny. This could only mean thing: not only was the house a nice landing strip, there must have been a dead animal nearby. They waited as it was ripe for the eating.
Posted By Bridget On 12.06.2012 @ 1:02 pm
simple
I wish Life was a little more like this word. Actually, a LOT more like this word. No wars. No fear. Just simple and sweet. Like an iced tea on the porch, watching the sunset become level with the horizon.
Posted By Bridget On 12.05.2012 @ 10:53 pm
I’ve done this word like, three times. I’m sick of its meaning and what it stands for. My life, right now, is a lot more chaotic than what the word means. I probably resent it because that’s what I really need right now. Simplicity.
Posted By Bridget On 12.05.2012 @ 10:45 pm
hall
in the hall the voices whisper. They bounce off of each surface, contemplating who’s ears will listen. Who’s will answer their calls. What happens when no one is there to listen and no one will help?
Posted By Bridget On 11.21.2012 @ 10:55 pm
plays
I like to go to plays. I think they are helpful in understanding self, others, God, and culture. I think it takes more intelligence and creativity to create a play without the use of base imagery and wording that still delivers a powerful point.
Posted By Bridget On 02.11.2013 @ 10:09 am
I like to go to plays. They can be helpful in understanding yourself, others, God, and culture. I think it is more creative and intelligent (for one who creates a play) to deliver a story without the use of base imagery and words.
Posted By Bridget On 02.11.2013 @ 10:00 am
mass
i hate church a lot. the only time i ever go is for christmas eve. i always feel awful because you always see people who are these regular church go-ers and i feel like that should be me bur its not, at all. i feel so guilty at church
Posted By bridget On 10.08.2012 @ 4:46 pm
various
Various books were scattered about the room. Clothing was left on the floor. A half empty cup of tea sat on the night stand. And there she sat, half naked on her bed and all I could think of was the impossibility, the pure luck that brought me into this situation. I half smiled at her and she leaned back gesturing at me to go to her. And go to her I did.
Posted By Bridget On 10.03.2012 @ 8:50 pm
vote
I have to figure out how to absentee vote because i don’t want to have to register to vote here in Urbana because i don’t want to have to admit that I actually live here now. Something about that concept really scares me. It’s not that I thought I would live in Chicago forever, but more so that I’m replacing Chicago with this place that just doesn’t seem real.
Posted By Bridget On 09.30.2012 @ 11:11 pm
miracle
it is a miracle that we are all living, breathing in the same way. wanting love, wanting our own piece of the miracle of life. we create life from our own life, from the womb of a woman comes another person, another beating heart, another breathing, living thing.
Posted By Bridget On 09.04.2012 @ 2:18 pm
decorations
I looked around at the posters and pictures. All simple decorations. what really mattered was the boy here smiling at me. Simple details like decorations mean nothing.
Posted By Bridget On 07.16.2012 @ 11:35 pm
crew
My team. My crew. My family. I could never choose a better group to play lacrosse with. I will be by their sides anytime anyone tries to hurt them. I love them and how far they’ve come.
Posted By Bridget On 07.16.2012 @ 8:40 am
adviser
A person who provides information (to advise) in respect to their given career or knowledge in the field that they belong t
Posted By Bridget On 07.12.2012 @ 2:02 am
railroad
It was the place we always went to escape ourselves. The railroad showed us that there was someplace besides here, someplace that might be better, at least that the world wasn’t quite as small as everyone told us it was. We had been educated to believe that this was it, that all we would ever have was what was in sight. Did that mean we were raised to believe we owned everything we could see? But the railroad led out of sight, dispelling the lie. We could not own it because we did not know who else had tried.
Posted By Bridget On 07.03.2012 @ 2:24 pm
chills
it gives me chills when you walk in the room, i just want it to be me and you, but things get in the way. i wish it wasn’t like this, feeling alone and with no way out, you give me the chills in a good way, it is also a little eerie. the feeling you instill in me, it seems invasive but almost addicting. you give me chills, a tingling.
Posted By Bridget On 06.30.2012 @ 2:45 pm
saturday
this saturday I was at the park and a saw a shady figure aporaching from behind and old oak tree it was the most frightning moment of my life he charged at me like a bull and put a cloth over my mouth and then I was out.
Posted By Bridget On 06.30.2012 @ 8:36 am
persons
“Write about any persons who’ve helped you throughout your life.” That’s what the writing assignment said. I never did understand why Mrs. Karr wrote persons instead of people.
Posted By Bridget On 06.21.2012 @ 10:15 am
keen
He seemed to be keen on breaking down the walls I had built up. Breaking through them until nothing was left except a pathway to my fragile heart.
Posted By Bridget On 06.18.2012 @ 1:58 pm
pour
On that dreary day, I stared out the window, at the rain pouring down and marveled at the idea of school ending in a rainy day, and opening into summer, full of happiness, fun and sweet romance.
Posted By Bridget On 06.17.2012 @ 7:27 am
as i pour the steaming tea into two mugs, Charlie looks at me and smiles. I can tell that, just like me, he looks forward to these cozy mornings spent together with no one to tell us who we can and can’t be.
Posted By Bridget On 06.17.2012 @ 7:21 am
