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We’re here again on the stage; the dolls of a child standing shoulder to shoulder, pulled to breaking and happy to serve, the toys of a master always stuck at casting.

Posted By Chelsea On 05.22.2013 @ 1:17 am

I felt tired. I loomed over my bed as the clock stroke 1am. Part of me told myself I need to get some rest. The other part me didn’t. I felt sick. Disgusted with my actions. How could I have done that to him. Why? What was my motive?

Posted By Chelsea On 05.11.2013 @ 8:13 am

he loomed over her dead body at the crime scene. something called to him, he didn’t know what. but he had a feeling he knew her. the sight of her reminded him of his mother’s unfortunate death

Posted By Chelsea On 05.11.2013 @ 8:05 am

Burning, everything was burning. Her whole body was burning. Burning with the passion from her lover. Burning with her desire.

Her body was inflamed with the emotions And she was only growing hotter. Burning, everything was burning.

Posted By Chelsea On 05.06.2013 @ 10:46 am

The recognition of someone successful whom is also a role model to other people. Or, the noun for something iconic. People aspire to have credibility.

Posted By chelsea On 05.04.2013 @ 3:34 pm

I have absolutely no idea what “ensue” means. It sounds like a Chinese platter of some sort. Or just a really bad name. but if you separate half of it “en” & “sue” there is a WIDE varitety of things that could happen. first off, the obvious

Posted By Chelsea On 04.30.2013 @ 1:09 pm

Knifelike edge I walk along the chalky path Past the blackened gorse Facing the sea Breathing in the smell Of a burning mountain.

Posted By Chelsea On 04.20.2013 @ 8:14 am

The truth hurt. It always did. I just couldn’t believe that he would actually tell me. I couldn’t believe that he thought I was using him for his money. I had never bought a singing thing with his money, had never asked him for a thing. And yet he accuses me of stealing his money. All he has to do is take a look how I live and he would know I have never stole a dime from him. Now I know the truth. I know what he thinks about me, and it hurts because I love him with all of my heart.

Posted By Chelsea On 03.18.2013 @ 1:18 pm

home to go to bed and there they relaxed until the morning when they had much work to complete. Returning to the night at the end of the day, then returning to the morning the next, a continuous cycle of returning to the place you started

Posted By chelsea On 03.07.2013 @ 7:46 pm

Innocent She swears it The twelve look unconvinced Words fall muffled around her They concur: Guilty

Posted By Chelsea On 03.01.2013 @ 9:57 am

He was sentenced to a life alone, and was brought to this by events beyond his control. He was helpless to control his circumstances, doomed to dwell in the past forever and to think about a future that would never be.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.28.2013 @ 1:32 pm

Jake likes to embellish his stories about his car and his ability to fix anything.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.24.2013 @ 5:22 pm

It was so long ago I reached out for your hand, and found instead falling sand. So long I wept that my words were rasped, for never again could your heart be grasped.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.19.2013 @ 4:28 pm

I was weak and lost. My mind was numb and I didn’t know what to do. Nothing was right; nothing was as it should be. I need sleep. I am fatigued by my own weaknesses, and I need this to end now.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.16.2013 @ 7:13 pm

Once I claimed that I was an innocent victim– that all the crimes I committed against the others were in retaliation to what they had done to me. It was an eye for an eye– blood for blood. The deserved it. I haven’t changed my mind yet.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.07.2013 @ 10:21 am

My sister claims that she doesn’t care about any of the silly business of demon hunting, Said Rhys, but I’ve seen how she gushes over three headed critters and unicorns with wings. She’s just as nuts as we are about looking for magical creatures. She’ll come around.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.07.2013 @ 8:22 am

One day my husband said to me, “I love you.” These words may seem to be typically said. But sometimes that is just all I needed to hear. It is just as simple as that sometimes.

Posted By Chelsea On 02.05.2013 @ 8:38 am

It means to enlarge. Which is fine. But it’s also a positive response to the question, “How are you?”. Well, it was in the olden days anyway. You don’t really hear that response so much these days, unless someone is being ironic or dorky or a hipster. I like that word. I think I’ll use it more often.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.30.2013 @ 8:11 pm

The temperature of the ocean you swam in on your first date. He was beautiful. He was your frist kiss. He was everything. Then he let you down. He looked at another girl and could not control his feelings. You mourned for him. You loved him.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.28.2013 @ 3:19 am

It should be simple. It should be so easy to open my mouth and say those simple words. But sometimes to speak is the biggest struggle. Sometimes the words don’t come easily.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.27.2013 @ 6:24 am

He didn’t expect it- this visit from an old friend, and he didn’t know quite how to respond. He sat and he stared at the man, a bit, wondering what had happened to him between then and now and wondering if the ease they had once had around each other would return.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.22.2013 @ 6:50 am

apply yourself in every way possible, don’t think. just do. The only way to achieve your dream is to follow through with what you want. You are not living up to your full potential if you aren’t applying yourself to be everything you can be.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.21.2013 @ 10:13 am

His tone was quiet, the sound of his speech was faint. He could not find it in himself to speak louder than a whisper. There was a time when words came easily to him, but that time had long been over.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.15.2013 @ 8:29 am

As spring came to an end the leaves turned golden in the rays of orange and pink light. They fell lightly to the ground, falling asleep as the sun turned it’s head away from the earth. They wind blew softly on the trees, a crisp chill stroked the bark that was sweet after soaking in the scent of flowers for months.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.14.2013 @ 12:43 am

Kneel And speak I feel awed Though he is not proud But kind Behind the title And stature

Posted By Chelsea On 01.04.2013 @ 4:00 pm

Placed. A word I hate, always being “placed” somewhere. Whether it be in society, school, a job position, always being placed. Whatever happened to choice?

Posted By Chelsea On 01.04.2013 @ 3:27 am

Crisp white The apron Bobbing from chair To chair Setting the places Placing the plates

Posted By Chelsea On 01.03.2013 @ 7:29 pm

A barrel of love A barrel of strength A barrel of laughs A barrel of length between you and that girl between me and you between us all and all the crazy things we do. A barrel is a lot. Don’t let yourself get caught up in barrels. Savor the wine in them.

Posted By Chelsea On 01.02.2013 @ 9:02 am

her hair was like fire. The fire came from her fingertips and danced all across the field she was setting ablaze. The fire crackled in the fireplace creating a romantic atmosphere. She loved to see the fire as is changed color. The sunset looked like fire in the sky.

Posted By Chelsea On 12.25.2012 @ 7:10 pm

Five confessions about myself…. I have no Idea who I am yet, Im so very lost. I care about people so much, even the ones who hurt me. I want so much for myself and I would love to travel the world. Im lonely and have very little confidence. I have the world at my fingertips, I just have to take it by the balls.

Posted By Chelsea On 12.17.2012 @ 8:38 pm