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I can’t sleep unless it’s totally dark. But if it’s completely dark and I’m up and around, I get scared. Stairs in the dark are the worst. I’m not afraid of monsters. I used to be afraid of strangers and murderers and kidnappers being in my house at night almost to the point of being paranoid.

Posted By Claire On 04.04.2009 @ 5:16 pm

you get in a car and drive away. drive away from your fears and your past. youll have your hair and new life swaying in the wind with the top down.

Posted By claire On 11.09.2008 @ 9:57 pm

i was startled what i thought was always true , lead my life into lies, forever forgotten and alone

Posted By claire On 11.03.2008 @ 9:43 am

As the thick liquid from the pipes sprang out rapidly onto her face and body, she got the fright of her life. She jumped backwards and waved her hands about rapidly, as if she were trying to exorcise herself.

Posted By Claire On 10.31.2008 @ 10:57 am

The warm soft hand of the stranger seemed like the only comfort she had felt for a very long time. She took it and held on tightly as he lifted her slowly from her drunken abyss. As her eyes gradually focused on his face, all she could perceive were two deep grey eyes full of hope and warmth.

Posted By Claire On 10.30.2008 @ 2:45 am

Gentle as I may be, I’m a rough girl. You will not catch me if I run fast. For I’m fast not slow and gentle like a lot of nice little girls. You should not have to be so discriminating to ungentle girls like me. I love it when I have been fast.

Posted By Claire On 10.26.2008 @ 11:32 am

There is evidence that I have no idea what this website is. Am I supposed to be writing a story? I was never good at those QuickWrites in English class. I really have no idea what I’m doing. I found this site with my new Stumble! toolbar. Ooops, looks like time’s up.

Posted By Claire On 10.01.2008 @ 10:50 pm

everyone is always asking for things. about things. to do things. why cant we simply be? rest for a second and forget about it. or just do it yourself. everyone puts too much pressure on asking. for help, for assistance, for understanding. we need to tap into our own brains

Posted By claire On 08.19.2008 @ 2:46 pm

all i was asking for was you to accept me all i ever asked was you to see me for me did i ask for more than you could give? asking was the worst mistake i could ever make with you you asked me for one thing i could never give

Posted By claire On 08.17.2008 @ 2:57 pm

all i was asking for was you to accept my all i ever asked was you to see me for me did i ask for more than you could give? asking was the worst mistake i could ever make with you you asked me for one thing i could never give

Posted By claire On 08.17.2008 @ 2:56 pm

asking questions creates answers and problems. find out what type of querstions are meant to be asked. ask about sex alcohol your next dorr neighbor. ask about cherry tress and your grampas old house and your parents life stories. ask about anything you desire.

Posted By claire On 08.17.2008 @ 12:39 pm

Of birds in flight to keep them in the sky or on dancers body to keep them flashing and sexy for thier audience or in hats to make them pretty or in the mattresses of beds, old fashioned beds. John Denver sang about feathered bed of his grandmother.

Posted By Claire On 09.28.2008 @ 5:29 pm

wild and flowerfull

Posted By claire On 09.14.2008 @ 5:46 pm

Strands of hair whipped across my face, as she turned her head, laughing. So vivacious, her spirit was infectious, and I felt buoyed and refreshed as I had not for weeks. She was wild and joyous.

Posted By Claire On 09.12.2008 @ 1:57 am

walls that divide me from the rest of the world I cant see the other side what their lives are like only my side. i wish I could atleast peak over somtimes. See how perfect their lives really arent

Posted By claire On 09.10.2008 @ 3:38 pm

There’s a brick on the floor In front of my feet. There’s a hole in my heart, where you used to be. I thought I loved you. I thought you cared. You just put a hole in my heart with that mother fucking brick!!! Fucking Prick!!!

Posted By claire On 09.08.2008 @ 10:06 pm

This reminds me of the Famous Five – they always used to refer to somebody who was reliable as a ‘brick’

Posted By claire On 09.08.2008 @ 7:42 am

I hurt my shoulder, throwing a ball for the kids, in a pointless exhibition of how strong Mummy is. Strong, but weak, apparently. Fragile, at any rate. So, the ball went a long way, but I can’t move my upper arm properly for weeks. Fragile body and fragile ego! Throw it all away.

Posted By Claire On 09.05.2008 @ 3:18 am

i can’t throw you enough rope; enough cotton or thread or instruction for being; i just dangle it

Posted By claire On 09.02.2008 @ 12:04 pm

Throw? gain? Isn’t this a throw back (pun intended) to what’s on the ‘read’ page?

Ugh. i was looking for new inspiration. I’m going to throw this one, and wait for the next word. Maybe it will be more inspiring.

Posted By claire On 09.02.2008 @ 6:21 am

i caant believe i just did that shit this makes y brain hurt what should i do dAMN IT IM SO STUPID SOme times what was that about

Posted By claire On 06.03.2008 @ 7:57 am

fun times, friends, drinking, ice cream, shorts, swimming, travel, airplanes, trains, hostels, hotels, beach, timeshare, sun, sand, shopping, interesting, museums, monuments, foregin, languages,

Posted By claire On 07.05.2008 @ 6:19 am

Pardon is a word not many people use these days but it is a little word that you can use to tell people you are coming or going. Sadly some people just go throught and not say anything.

Posted By Claire On 06.26.2008 @ 10:10 am

I like ice cream in a traffic cone- cones like madonna’s bra, pointed cones geometry, how might one find the area of that cone? you can only spell DD so many ways

Posted By Claire On 05.06.2008 @ 12:13 pm

hide away from the world…just run away and forget about everything in a place that makes you forget about the horrors of the world

Posted By claire On 04.30.2008 @ 12:40 pm

Jesus saves

Posted By Claire On 04.28.2008 @ 2:39 am

eventually something will become of me huh. i suppose. the events leading up to this point in my life have lead me to believe that i have absolutely no fucking clue what the hell it’s all about. but i want to believe, i want to learn, i want to feel, i want to know the truth!!

Posted By Claire On 04.25.2008 @ 12:21 pm

it kind of sounds like elevator, which makes sense if you think about it, I guess. But, as for this word it makes me also think “elevate your mood” like some bad school teacher would say. They should elevate the cold metal pole even further up their arse, if that is even possible. Hey, I like this, and i hope a school teacher reads it, and gives some poor kid a break the next time he sees them

Posted By claire On 04.20.2008 @ 5:57 am

he stood in the middle of the major intersection, ready for cars to hit him. he wanted to feel again, he wanted to live. but as if as a ghost, they passed him, as if he were dead already, unseen to the eye. his head dropped and two tears fell, and that is when he realized that

Posted By claire On 01.16.2010 @ 8:24 am

If only the major had confirmed the orders. Disobeyed his superiors and followed instinct. Perhaps the fallout could have been averted. Perhaps our sons would still be alive. Perhaps we wouldn’t all be waiting to die.

Posted By Claire On 01.16.2010 @ 3:04 am