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We tumble down the hill, giggling and shrieking like little kids, not a care in the world, only the sweet scent of grass and the warm summer wind around us. It’s not until we finally reach the bottom and collapse far too close to each other, laughing, even though we’re out of breath, that we finally realize just what’s happening.

Posted By Claire On 06.18.2013 @ 12:55 pm

They say everyone needs a partner, that every Romeo needs his Juliet, that there’s a Darcy for every Elizabeth. Is it so wrong that I don’t, that I don’t want to rely on someone else only to be let down?

Posted By Claire On 06.17.2013 @ 11:18 am

They say it’s mean to string him along, to make him believe he has a chance. But she says he had one–and he lost it.

Posted By Claire On 06.17.2013 @ 10:20 am

Wrath. What a terribly dry word for something so explosive. She’d love, more than anything, to just forget it all and explode with emotion, bits of her heart flying every which way, yet she can’t. Instead her anger escapes in tense breaths, tears down her face, a locked door.

Posted By Claire On 06.14.2013 @ 8:05 am

He had no other choice, at least not in his own mind–no fight, no protests, no nothing, only flight. There was nowhere else to go but Away, the only place that would take him.

Posted By Claire On 06.12.2013 @ 7:06 pm

I hate my alarm. That harsh awful beeping sound in the morning, or rather any time, causes me to jump any time I hear a timer or alarm or whatever go off. Absolutely horrible.

Posted By Claire On 06.07.2013 @ 7:27 pm

I remember something about this from my AP history class, but not much. I only remember how slow the clock seemed and how horrible I felt when my teacher called on me and I couldn’t answer the question, didn’t know the answer, couldn’t force it out of my mouth, whatever.

Posted By Claire On 06.04.2013 @ 7:37 pm

the antithesis surrounds me every day so many people with so many oppinions and thoughts flying through the air, slapping peope in the face, offending people and changing peoples mind for alll the wrong reasons. these kids are the deffinition of opposite, their oppinions are just about as diffirent as balck and white. the contrast is extreme and it wont ever change because nobody is willing to change. nobody is willing to listen to somone else about their opinion. this world is filled with antithesis and that wont ever change, because nobody likes change. people dont seem to like diversity

Posted By claire On 06.04.2013 @ 5:48 pm

I live in a house. I am luckier than most, yes. Yet I don’t belong, not here, not in my body or with anyone. Perhaps those who are homeless might eventually find somewhere to dwell, but others will forever be searching.

Posted By Claire On 06.03.2013 @ 4:03 pm

Childless, desert, dry, alone

Posted By Claire On 05.31.2013 @ 5:37 pm

I have made a home out of being alone and i havent got an address so dont ask to visit

Posted By Claire On 05.30.2013 @ 4:51 pm

To delve is to dive but more intensely. To delve is to live. For example, when you delve into a good book, you live it. You make friends, enemies, lose loved ones. One does not simply dive into life, you delve into it. -Claire

Posted By Claire On 05.27.2013 @ 7:32 pm

deep, into your soul and realise the truth about what you want and what you are. there is only truth and happyness to be found and the will lead to peace

Posted By claire On 05.27.2013 @ 2:00 pm

tomorrow I’m attending a workshop on worm farms and composting – learning how to use them on my new garden. I can’t wait. Who is this

Posted By claire On 05.22.2013 @ 5:21 am

i went to an audition. I’d never gone to one before, but I’d been told that I was very good. It was what I wanted to be. Two older girls went in with me. They were good. they sang. They had monologues. They had props. I had a 7 line poem. I thought I would at least get something. I didn’t. I cried

Posted By Claire On 05.21.2013 @ 8:48 pm

Delicious. Food that slid down her throat and warmed the core of who she was, and who she never could be. It was there, twisting around her insides and never leaving her as the wafer twined itself around her faith for the God she had always denied.

Posted By Claire On 05.23.2013 @ 3:20 am

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