Entries By callie
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burning
i could smell it but for some reason it didnt registure. I also felt the pain, the heat and singeing of my skin. I could hear the crackling and uncontrollable noise. I was burning.
Posted By Callie On 05.05.2013 @ 6:22 pm
eternal
Not all love is eternal. Although we want to believe it is, its not. And this is exactly what i had to learn the hard way. This story begins in a small town in Illinois where I had just moved to be with my aunt. My parents had just recently died in an airplane crash.
Posted By Callie On 03.13.2013 @ 7:29 pm
signals
signals are meant to show you what you are or arent supposed to do.. but during this time period they had a completely different use. Signals were more a positive symbol which was helped used to do something that was either illegal or looked down upon. This took me a while to figure out. To save you some time I’m going to explain to you what happened to our world…..
Posted By Callie On 03.06.2013 @ 6:13 pm
weakling
The weakling is always the one left behind. The one forgotten or the one who is always put down. But in this case, the weakling is the one of the group with the advantage over the others. This weakling has the power to rise above everyone else and their expectations of what he is capable of. This weakling is ready to win.
Posted By Callie On 03.03.2013 @ 5:34 pm
Xander has always been a weakling; he never was taught how to fight and most certainly was not going to start now. He was happy to be a weakling, though; that way, his true love Alzaine could fight his battles for him.
Posted By Callie On 03.03.2013 @ 11:42 am
instill
And so the values were instilled in him, that true love did exsit and that the most precious and beautiful people we meet are those we once found repugnant. Love and librety were instilled in him as he now understood how precious life could be.
Posted By Callie On 03.03.2013 @ 10:41 am
murder
Terry didn’t know what to expect, a man was murdered right before her eyes. The guts poored out of his body like water pouring out of a pitcher, and it scared her half to death. She froze in her space and slowly released a strong scream that no one could hear. She fell to the floor. He was really dead.
Posted By Callie On 02.02.2013 @ 7:02 pm
sweep
You must sweep the floor to keep your house clean, especially when you know you are having guests over. A clean house is more comfortable than a dirty house, don’t you think? Also don’t forget to take out the trash!
Posted By callie On 01.16.2013 @ 3:35 pm
soil
The arrow flies from my bow, I can feel it fly past my arm. It hits the bird dead on. Of course it does! I’ve been doing this my whole life. The blood drips into the soil of the rich brown thick soil of the Earth where the bird landed. It stains a rock red.
Posted By Callie On 12.29.2012 @ 12:21 am
Soil. Comfort. This is what comes to my mind when I see the word soil. I remember all the times I spent in my grandmother’s garden as a kid. When I dug in the ground planting tulips in the spring just in time for Easter and my birthday. It’s one of my earliest memories and one of my fondest.
Posted By Callie On 12.29.2012 @ 12:16 am
fire
She woke up smelling smoke. She ran out of her bedroom and to the top of her stairs. “James!” she screamed to her little brother sleeping in the next room over. “JAMES!!” He sleepily came out and rubbed his eyes. “Get Mom and Dad!”
Posted By Callie On 12.25.2012 @ 4:25 pm
under
Under the bridge over the sites of entirety. that is what I think with under. And trolls. I think about trolls which are really scary. I think my family are trolls because they live under a bridge. There I used it again. Bridge…wait I meant to say under. I used the word under again. Which if you think about it under is just an odd word.
Posted By Callie On 11.27.2012 @ 10:21 pm
mention
i mention to God. I mention things in passing. Everyone just mentions things. We mention things in passing, but there are always meanings. The only time we mention stuff is when we want others to answer us, talk about it, or think about it. There are so many things that we just mention.
Posted By Callie On 11.18.2012 @ 12:39 pm
employees
The last one into the interviews.
She’s scruffy, underdressed in both clothes and qualifications. I ask her what she was thinking of, dressing like that to a job interview.
She replied that she didn’t have the money for any better clothes.
I hired her on the spot.
Posted By Callie On 11.15.2012 @ 3:04 pm
measured
Everything I do, I have to weigh it up first. My whole life is carefully measured. Should I buy that apple? It’s on clearance, only 20p and looks nice and ripe. I like apples. I haven’t had apples in – but wait, I have fruit in the fruit bowl at home. I have bananas and oranges, I think. I don’t know. Why don’t I know? I should go back and check. But anyway, the apple. It’s red and green; that’s got to have some kind of Snow White imagery, death, poison, it’s a bad omen. And what about that whole saga about prepackaged food occasionally getting contaminated? Occasionally isn’t safe enough for me. Plus I bet they pump it full of chemicals. Chemicals that probably cause cancer or some other horrible disease.
So I don’t buy the apple.
I also never leave the house.
Posted By Callie On 11.14.2012 @ 12:36 pm
arts
I think that arts are a very good way to express yourself.. I think that art can be expressed in many different ways. You and draw or paint for art, or art is also singing and dancing. Arts are a wonderful invention. Speaking of, in our art class this year, we work on drawing.
Posted By Callie On 11.14.2012 @ 7:38 am
themselves
the kids talked amongst themselves, unsure of what to do. Their teacher lay on the floor of the classroom, her eyes closed and her hands folded neatly over her stomach. “well,” Tabitha said, “I guess we can have class outside then!”
Posted By Callie On 11.08.2012 @ 6:21 pm
ground
I really like the ground. It is nice and fresh and it really helps the earth out. If we didnt have the ground, earthworms wouldn’t even have a place to live, think about how sad that is. Speaking of eathworms, we are working on that in science
Posted By Callie On 11.06.2012 @ 7:27 am
mass
her mind is a tangled mass of insecurities and feelings of never being good enough. he is the only one who can fix her but only if she allows him
Posted By Callie On 10.08.2012 @ 3:05 pm
Her brain is a mass of tangled thoughts and excuses for why she was never good enough. He is the only one with the capability of untangling it, if only she would let him in
Posted By Callie On 10.08.2012 @ 3:01 pm
happy
That’s what I want to be. Don’t worry about jobs, future, lifestyle. I don’t care about anything else.
But nowadays, being happy sounds harder than any job in the world.
Because whenever I see you I know you hate me.
Posted By Callie On 10.07.2012 @ 1:09 pm
vote
You look at the names. Some pretty, some plain. Some written in glitter, some sat there, stark and bare in their Times New Roman glory.
The fact is, you know it won’t make a difference.
They’re all the same, really. Different names, same black little heart settled guiltlessly in their chest. Your pathetic little X won’t change the world; they’ll barely give it a passing glance.
Posted By Callie On 09.30.2012 @ 1:52 pm
before
I used to think of all the time we had together. Age was at the point where it wasn’t even an inconvenience; it was an afterthought. We were as fresh and new as green spring leaves and nothing could stop us from setting everything alight.
but it doesn’t take much wind to offset that spark, although it used to seem so bright.
Time really does fly-and it didn’t wait for us to grow wings.
Posted By Callie On 09.24.2012 @ 2:57 pm
fried
My skin bubbles under the heavy light, I could hear my flesh sizzling. I felt like a chicken, trussed up and stuffed in an oven. It was the roastiest, toastiest that I had ever been.
Posted By Callie On 09.15.2012 @ 9:29 am
miracle
unbelieveable, stricken down with the lght of our effervescent fathers, shiing in a harmonius, glorious moment of truth that no matter what can never, ever be replicated. A miracle is a beacon of light and wisdom.
Posted By Callie On 09.04.2012 @ 6:37 am
bucket
Bobby lifted the bucket over his head and giggled. “Larissa, watch me!” With the shovel in hand and bucket on head, he ran around, pretending to jab invisible monsters down. I clapped and smiled. “All hail Sir Bobby!” Bobby broke into a huge smile and clapped with me.
Posted By Callie On 07.08.2012 @ 1:04 pm
Chrissy lifted up the bucket, watching thousands of tiny grains of sand twirl down towards her sandcastle. The highest tower crumbled- not the effect she’d hoped, but, oh well, there was time to rebuild it.
Posted By Callie On 07.08.2012 @ 1:02 pm
grind
They’re skin touches so gently. Like a graceful butterfly in a evergreen forest. As their hips grind each others. So full of love like it’s meant to be.
Posted By Callie On 06.07.2012 @ 11:35 am
emptying
I sat in the dark, clawing at the the walls, screams escaped my lips. I was emptying, they stole it… my soul. They killed them, my parents. I shall never forgive them…
Posted By Callie On 06.05.2012 @ 9:43 am
