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I don’t like this word they gave me. Clasp is a dumb word. All I can think of is that there are clasps on necklaces, and bracelets. Sometimes called a boob or nipple when talking to other females. A kind of lame joke that scares the female into thinking her actual boob or nipple is showing.

Posted By carol On 04.28.2013 @ 4:33 am

I tried my hardest to roll the ball but the effort was useless. It went 10 feet ahead and fell straight into the gutter. “Great job” she muttered under her breath. She could already hear the catcalls from behind her.

Posted By Carol On 04.25.2013 @ 4:16 pm

She tried to make a strike but failed, landing miserably on her butt. Zac got up to help her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. The sound of a crash resounded in their ears as they turned towards the pins. She had only knocked down one. “Great Job Zoe.” she muttered under her breath. She had just totally embarrassed herself in front of her date.

Posted By Carol On 04.25.2013 @ 4:15 pm

a staty where oone can find relief or peacefulness.

Posted By Carol On 02.15.2013 @ 8:33 am

Flat hair is not good. I hate to have a flat tire. The world is not flat it is round. I hate a flat sense of humor.

Posted By carol On 02.13.2013 @ 5:12 pm

She spoke first. It wasn’t particularly significant. Yet her voice alone made all the impact to him. Her voice was soft but also demanded attention.

Posted By Carol On 01.27.2013 @ 3:06 am

What amount of money is too much for a dog’s life? My puppy was diagnosed with cancer. Cheno treatmets have a 5-5 chance of success at a cost of 5,000 dollars.

Posted By Carol On 01.02.2013 @ 4:24 pm

As I grow older, I become less sure of things that I used to be sure about. I believe that it is called wisdom. If it is not wisdom, then what? The world and the universe are much larger now and really didn’t exist then. The transformation from selfish to self-aware is progressing.

Posted By Carol On 12.31.2012 @ 11:07 am

what does that even mean. it kind of reminds me of satin or fate, but thats probably not what it means. i wish i knew what this woord meant so i could figure out something to say. but maybe it means nothing, maybe it is just another word created by humans and it can really mean anything we want it to.

Posted By Carol On 12.19.2012 @ 10:45 pm

we are all living today. we are all here. we are living, but are we alive? Who knows? What is being alive? is it simply waking up in the morning? Or is it jumping out of an airplane with a parachute? Is living finding someone you love? Or is it simply breathing? What is living, what is being alive?

Posted By cArol On 12.14.2012 @ 12:06 pm

the sunshine in the morning always makes me feel hope anticipation for a new day..something amazing could happen , excitement and a sense of hope…….

Posted By carol On 11.29.2012 @ 1:45 pm

Something I hate. I don’t know it’s so ingrained in me to be anxious about this, why do we hate to keep people waiting? maybe it’s a sign of low self-confidence, becuase we dont’ beleieve that people will wait. MAybe my tendency for puntuality is because im so type A so orderly and by the rules. But i don’t think i truly am. im not really that converntional, but maybe everyone thiks that when they’re my age. I just don’t want to automatically accept that this is where I’ll be forever

Posted By Carol On 11.22.2012 @ 8:51 pm

Used up, expended all the energy. Life is spent. Time is spent. Money is spent. No spending is worse than not spending. The objective should be to spend everything, to have nothing left.

Posted By Carol On 11.10.2012 @ 10:10 pm

They thought of thenselves as leafs that one time of the year are high in the trees and other time of the year are falling down

Posted By carol On 11.08.2012 @ 4:51 pm

People are amazing things just by themselves, each have their own emoticons, their own feelings, their own world, their own life. Beautiful things can happen just by themselves, and when people find another person to share their life with, their world grows a little bigger, and they learn to share ideas, dreams, and their love with someone else.

Posted By Carol On 11.08.2012 @ 1:05 pm

Would he bury her? Would he push her deep into the ground, far from his touch and his torturous love? She sat there in the damp dirt, twisting handfuls of dead grass. He leaned against the thick oak tree trunk, silent. The hole was cut out and wet from the rain. He coughed and stood up, glancing back for the briefest of moments before walking away.

Posted By Carol On 10.15.2012 @ 10:39 pm

i was young im looking for someone that complete me, understand how i think and see what i see. I think that someday i will find that.

Posted By carol On 10.13.2012 @ 9:21 pm

It was quite the scene. Blood, guts, hair, and a heart. A single red heart, still beating listlessly on the stained concrete. She walked over, dark hair drenched in various liquids, and picked it up. It pulsed faintly in her hand. Destroyed, useless, she clenched her hand in sudden fury and crushed the last living organ on the boat. The waves sprayed against her face, leaving a salty and bitter taste in her mouth as she tossed it out to sea.

Posted By Carol On 10.05.2012 @ 8:28 pm

I am so tired of everybody, I am sick of these walls that my parents built to keep me safe. I am sick of this hedge maze, this carved path. I do not want to see disapproving stone faces when I climb the over-sized rose bush, I cannot live this predetermined life. I am going to climb, high and higher until the drop might kill me altogether.

Posted By Carol On 10.04.2012 @ 9:52 pm

He was silent as he smashed the tube on the edge of the burnt oak desk. She sat in the corner, mumbling quietly to herself as her blood was sucked into the musty plastic bag. He calmly marched over to the large mixing vat and tossed the bloody shards of glass into the green liquid, combining their genes in an explosive fusion of talent.

Posted By Carol On 10.02.2012 @ 8:56 pm

The road stretched on and on, without any sign of civilization or life. The warriors stomped on in round rubber boots, grumbling and choking on harsh black liquid. They sun beat down heavily and reflected off their metal plates. And then there, a small road hexagon, recognizable as nothing but a sign of hope.

Posted By Carol On 10.01.2012 @ 9:31 pm

She couldn’t stand up, not even after everything that had happened. Her voice was caught deep in her bowels, gurgling as her friends stood with their heads held high. Stones caught them in the eyes, the nose, the ruby lips. They fell around her in chaos, and she could feel the approving feel of her parent’s gaze as she stayed in her seat. The president looked directly through her and she felt her heart turn to ice; she could not live on, she would stand. The stone caught her sharp in the side of her head, and her body fell into the water. Floating slowly downstream, she let the acid melt her body away; she had cast her vote.

Posted By Carol On 09.30.2012 @ 6:10 pm

And there was something so dreadful, so mysteriously fearful in her eyes as she took his hand firmly. He was an irresistible, blood-soaked fox with long roan fur. She was a baby fawn, lips soft and tongue pink as she was forcibly drawn towards him. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth. Her tail twitched, her spots ruffled. Pulling her head up with proud horns, she turned and cantered into the forest.

Posted By Carol On 09.29.2012 @ 12:20 pm

And her hopes were dashed into the dust the second her eyes flitted over the crowd. There were a hundred protesters, maybe more, maybe less. This wasn’t enough, this would never be enough. She squinted at the flags rising over the red horizon and felt her heart sink deep into her bowels. They had lost the war, and they would lose their lives.

Posted By Carol On 09.28.2012 @ 2:34 pm

“There are more important affairs for you to deal with!” His voice was loud and harsh, resonating throughout the white walls of the asylum. The orphan shrunk away, yellow nails retracting into the blank robe. “I’d like to take care of her. Do you have a policy that forbids me from adopting this child?” The woman’s voice was soft, but firm. The young girl stared up at her with empty eyes. The man stormed into his office, cursing under his breath. He emerged a moment later with a handful of papers. “Fine. Don’t bring her back with a murder record.”

Posted By Carol On 09.25.2012 @ 6:15 pm

And she was so angry, so frustrated that her heart had no room to be afraid. This man had taken everything and faded into the night, so abruptly that he might as well have evaporated on the spot. She didn’t care that his words were slurred, his breath harsh with the tint of sweet coconut rum. She didn’t care for the wooden bat gripped hard in his callused hands, she could only feel the rage course through her veins and the fear was pushed into the bottoms of her feet as she pounded towards his cursed figure.

Posted By Carol On 09.23.2012 @ 10:05 pm

well i already wrote about this but I hadn’t signed in so I couldn’t submit it I don’t think. I used to work for a criminal defense lawyer so there was a lot of use of this word. Although, actually, we called them clients. We didn’t call them convicts. It’s not a very nice thing to call someone. unless they did something really bad to you then that’s ok you can call them whatever you want.

Posted By Carol On 06.01.2012 @ 8:47 pm

Alibi..jones Heffmer, an accused murderer stated is alibi on telivisoin three years ago. It was for the case of my little sister. He looked the judge straight into the eye and told him he had nothing to do with it. That bastered.

Posted By carol On 04.30.2012 @ 10:01 am

I think everyone has a side to their story. This is where you discover who’s two faced, who’s a liar, and what the truth really is. An alibi can prove you to be the worst of liars, or the best at telling a lie.

Posted By carol On 04.30.2012 @ 10:01 am

Balloons are so festive to have at parties. They can be all kinds of colors and styles. I think they are used primarily at birthday parties but not always. Balloon arches are kind of dumb they used to be used at proms and even weddings. I think that is kind of tacky. A balloon bouquet would be nice to receive as a gift. They

Posted By carol On 04.27.2012 @ 11:37 am