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Math and you use it to make numbers smaller. Usually in fractions you make a fraction smaller. To make some things easier or smaller for you or an equation. Making something simple.

Posted By claire On 05.08.2013 @ 5:30 pm

The Planter is our mind’s leader I suppose. He plants words and thoughts and images in your mind while you sleep, so when you wake up, you think you’ve had a dream. Depending on how deep in your mind he plants these things, you will remember the dream differently.

Posted By Claire On 04.24.2013 @ 12:03 pm

“I’m sick and tired of you and your mumbling!” she yells. “I’m sick and tired of you.” he says, with a calm voice. The mother was taken aback and took a deep breath, her face flushed to a pale white. “I’m sorry, but you know I hate when you mumble.”

Posted By Claire On 04.16.2013 @ 5:35 pm

Don’t you know you have a leverage on me? The grip you have on my heart is why I’ve fallen for you so deeply. I can’t help but go head over heels every time we talk, my heart flies, and this leverage you have entrapped me in, I cannot escape. There’s too much of you that I’ve already fallen in love with. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

Posted By Claire On 04.16.2013 @ 3:43 am

I wasn’t attracted to him at first. I stood near him though, and felt the electric attraction of our bodies working totally independent of my mind. He wore a green, plaid, short sleeved, collared shirt and khaki shorts. I didn’t know what to do about the strange feeling in my body, and he asked me to come over. I declined. The next day, I did come over.

Posted By Claire On 04.13.2013 @ 3:28 pm

Jesus said that he is the tree and we are the branches. Any branch that does not bear fruit will be cut off to wither and die. Kinda makes you wonder what fruit you’re bearing… and… what kinda fruit it is. Banana? I kinda wanna bear bananas….

Posted By Claire On 04.13.2013 @ 5:17 am

black spot on the nose of a young boy. He tries in vain to wipe it off but it stays there in the centre of his face. The more he rubs it, the worse it gets. Dirty, sweaty and grimy, it is imbedded on his being.

Posted By Claire On 04.02.2013 @ 3:14 pm

Sickness. Black. Death. Struggle. Plague. Europe. Disaster. Catastrophe. Bacteria. Plague. Awful. Plague.

Posted By Claire On 03.30.2013 @ 5:18 pm

A colour that can be used to place in a standing. Sometimes, if you are in third place bronze is the metal you will be given. It is a colour that not many people like, typically silver or gold are more favoured. Personally, I do not like bronze but sometimes it’s the best you can get!

Posted By Claire On 03.28.2013 @ 2:32 pm

Wheat. It’s the source of many foods. Many, many foods. So when you’re allergic to it, your whole lifestlye changes. As a person with t1d, I know many people with celiac disease. For a simple allergy, it can be utterly life-changing. You nee

Posted By Claire On 03.29.2013 @ 5:59 pm

the tornado just kept coming, no matter how hard the scientist tried to stop it. its fericious winds ripped the shack’s walls off the foundation, exposing the scenes within; the vials of chemicals, the chalkboard full of plans, the small area used as the lavatory. it was all exposed to the burning fury of the tornade. All of it.

Posted By Claire On 03.27.2013 @ 6:27 pm

The bricks on the wall tipped slowly from one side to another, finally collapsing. A man on the other side saw it coming and ran from the tumbling bricks above his head. He ventured through the streets and through the city.

Posted By Claire On 03.22.2013 @ 9:14 pm

strangers do dances between one another rubbing shoulders brushing hands averting their eyes as if this was all not permitted one isnt allowed to talk with another or look at another while walking down the street unfriendly the world has grown

Posted By Claire On 03.17.2013 @ 4:43 pm

full of people moving and living and breathing all passing by one another without a thought

bumping shoulders stealing glances smiling

they all have lives and struggles and friends and dead relations and they all are so unaware

Posted By Claire On 03.17.2013 @ 4:32 pm

The man was almost never excited, but today he was. As he hopped into the back of the taxi, he knew something was not right. The driver looked back at him and smiled, but it was not a friendly smile. He ran out the door and through the city, but suddenly everything turned into slow motion. He closed his eyes for barely a second, but when he opened his eyes, he seemed to be in an only white room. He could hear the slightest sounds of the city, and then sudden silence. The man laid down on the floor and prayed he could go back home. Without warning, everything was black, and as the man started to get up, he could hear the faintest sound of someone laughing, and it wasn’t a pleasant laugh, either, but it was getting louder.

Posted By Claire On 03.16.2013 @ 2:36 pm

The covert man was almost never excited, but today he was. As he hopped into the back of the taxi, he knew something was not right. The driver looked back at him and smiled, but it was not a friendly smile

Posted By Claire On 03.16.2013 @ 2:27 pm

it burned. The flames – they burned my skin. I didn’t know how long I could handle it, how long I would wait for the firemen before I would start to choke on the flames, to start burning. I didn’t want to die – no one wants to really die. And it’s a shame because that’s where we all go in the end – we all die. It’s an end we cannot escape.

Posted By Claire On 03.05.2013 @ 5:34 pm

there once was a caveman that lived in a cave. he had a pet dinosaur, named dino. the caveman didnt know that the cave was magical, but one day, he came home and found a pot of gold, but dino was missing. did the magic cave come with a price? the next day the caveman weeped for hours, for he did not have no need for gold, for his only treasure was dino. that night, he prayed for dino to come back. he wished the gold away. the next day, the gold was gone, but dino was still nowhere to be found.

Posted By Claire On 02.24.2013 @ 9:40 am

starting to grow is the beginning of life. The beginning of life is the best ever. it begins all life, the beauty of life is amazing.

Posted By Claire On 02.08.2013 @ 6:37 pm

I think about the choices I made; they were horrible ones. Driving that car, abandoning the children… Why? I think. WHY? It is all utterly unfair. I do wish we had second chances, a choice to start over. Because if we did I would say yes. I need another life, a totally new one. Where people will recognize me with my talents and not a joke maker or one who messes up all the time.

Posted By claire On 02.05.2013 @ 4:15 pm

I’m feeling very swell, today, and swell is like sweets and sweets make you swell. And swell is what your stomach does when you have too many sweets, but it’s swell to swell because sweets are swell and sweets are sweet and in forth Swelling is good because babies likes sweets too. Swelling is an emotion about candy too.

Posted By Claire On 01.30.2013 @ 6:20 pm

she’s my baby, my child. she said. you can’t take her away from me, she’s all my world, all i am. we can pay you. he said. we can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams. no. she said. not now. not ever.

Posted By Claire On 01.29.2013 @ 8:47 pm

toes and hair and fucking membranes first then a life and a soul and spirit becomes of something so small. artificial insemination. so many methods to bring and create life why when the world is too fucked for a new untainted soul? or is that just what it needs?

Posted By claire On 01.29.2013 @ 8:44 pm

toes and hair and fucking membranes first then a life and a soul and spirit becomes of something so small. artificial insemination. so many methods to bring and create life why when the world is too fucked for a new untainted soul? or is that just what it needs?

Posted By claire On 01.29.2013 @ 8:44 pm

The baby’s wailing was loud and shrill. The doctor patted the baby’s head gently. “Dear, I am sorry you have lost your dear mother.” The baby stopped wailing as if she understood and hiccuped.

Posted By claire On 01.29.2013 @ 6:38 pm

the visitor stepped through the doorway, signaling with his right hand to come outside. Before me lay a varied spread of genuine leather, tan, black, white, and many other shades as well as animals must have been used.

Posted By Claire On 01.28.2013 @ 2:50 pm

she was chosen in the fifth year. the decision was made based on her strength and agility, qualities valued in such a position. what they did not reckon was that her mind was just as sharp as the knives she threw so well. she was to be a handful in years to come.

Posted By Claire On 01.17.2013 @ 5:40 pm

the rain was like a broom, sweeping away the sorrow, the pain, the hope the joy the loss until there was nothing left, nothing but brittle skin and bones, the few things which made her human washed away leaving behind an empty slate of a once-girl.

Posted By Claire On 01.16.2013 @ 7:35 pm

she swept the dust from the room, out the door, onto the steps, onto the cobblestones. satisfied with her work, she looked out onto the street. it was springtime, there was cheer in the air. young lads dashing about everywhere, women going about their business, and elderly people simply enjoying the sunshine.

Posted By Claire On 01.16.2013 @ 7:32 pm

It was a big thing, and it loomed above her like a giant cyclops, like the big curlicue at the top was its eye. It was perfect for a hiding place, given it was a bit obvious, but she was sure that she could burrow in the coats. They were thick and warm, and made of thick fur. Its size was too big for her, but she liked how she could wrap herself from the cold in the wardrobe. It seemed like there was a gust behind her, and she turned around and saw the light.

Posted By Claire On 01.15.2013 @ 11:35 am