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She took a deep breath, it was time for her audition. “Good luck!” Her friends called. She nodded shakily and stepped forward. As she clenched and unclenched her fists she swore she was sweating oceans. The cast list would be up in a week.

Posted By Ellie On 05.21.2013 @ 11:55 am

“Everybody! Hide! The castle is under attack!” The messenger shouts. I shriek and run, tripping over my long skirts. The catapults are loaded and we are fighting back. Fighting back hard.

Posted By Ellie On 05.20.2013 @ 12:40 pm

The sound of her voice fades away until you could have mistaken it for an echo. I clasp my hand around her fingers but I know as soon as I’m asleep she’ll go. Her voice sings the most beautiful lullabies.

Posted By Ellie On 05.19.2013 @ 6:53 pm

The soft rhythm of her voice lulls me to sleep. I don’t want it end. “Mom?” I ask, she pauses her singing for one moment to respond “yes?” her answer is melodic “Thanks,” And my thanks means more than that

Posted By Ellie On 05.19.2013 @ 1:01 pm

Scribble-de-scribble-de-scribble. Well, at least that’s what it looks like to me. I’m reading the paper upsidedown and it’s hard to read his signature. “There” he pushes it towards me

Posted By Ellie On 05.19.2013 @ 9:53 am

We should sign a petition that saves the world. Something that all people will gain from…like life for all and the earth.

Posted By Ellie On 05.19.2013 @ 8:08 am

The pen squeaks against the creamy paper. The round letters she spent so long practicing. Now she was 18. Now the letters mean something.

Posted By Ellie On 05.18.2013 @ 4:21 pm

His name. The soft loop of the letters. I trace them with my fingers and wonder if I’ll ever see him again. It ended too soon. It was a night like this and he was working.

Posted By Ellie On 05.18.2013 @ 12:07 pm

Her pudgy hand grips the pencil like a knife. Madeline. She writes, it’s the first time she’s ever written her name. The “l” is far from straight but it’s pretty impressive.

Posted By Ellie On 05.18.2013 @ 12:06 pm

“We’re home!” My dad calls as we drive across the bridge onto the island of manhattan. I look up sleepily at the bright lights. Home. Home. I love it here. Every day.

Posted By Ellie On 05.16.2013 @ 1:41 pm

His shirt is damp from my tears and I burrow my head in his shoulder. I don’t want this moment to end. I breathe in the sweet smell of his body and sniffle. He brushes the hair out of my face and I sob.

Posted By Ellie On 05.15.2013 @ 11:01 am

“No! Don’t say that!” Her mouth is open wide and I can hear her breathing heavily. “What? Why?” I ask confused.

Posted By Ellie On 05.13.2013 @ 1:57 pm

The glow of light brings me the joy of red and brown mixed up; in one piece of happy glowing hair and although she says she hates it I know that its not true its just hair

Posted By Ellie On 05.12.2013 @ 5:24 pm

Beer is such a funny word to write about for me; I have never had any personal experiences with it. I don’t drink and don’t think I ever will, but maybe a beer once in a while is okay. My dad drinks a non-alcoholic beer at least once a week. I’m positive I’ll never know the difference.

Posted By Ellie On 05.08.2013 @ 6:15 am

“I don’t get it!” I exclaim into the darkness, it makes no sense. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want someone else here to tell me what to do, to simplify things for me. It’s his fault, all his fault

Posted By Ellie On 05.09.2013 @ 10:09 am

i need to do it. i think about things so much that it makes things co9mplicated and i can’t see the real, more important things in my life. and then i get caught up. life is easier when the only decorations you choose to put in it are streamlined and not complex

Posted By ellie On 05.08.2013 @ 9:54 pm

burning trees, burning birds flames and smoke filling the earth escape is hard with running on dirt but we should go or we’ll get burned

Posted By Ellie On 05.06.2013 @ 1:31 am

“I don’t trust you anymore” She’s five years old, her hands are planted on her hips. She looks at her friend who has committed the terrible crime of stealing a cookie. Boom! Just like that the other girls eyes brim up with tears. Her day has been ruined, there is no trust left for her.

Posted By Ellie On 05.04.2013 @ 6:20 pm

Do you trust her? I ask “Oh, umm well we’re friends” She responds looking a little awkward “Yeah… and…” I prompt. She shrugs and walks away.

Posted By Ellie On 05.04.2013 @ 6:06 pm

She can choose whether it is good or bad. It feels like she holds your future in her hands. This tiny inconsequential thing. That you’ll forget about. You wonder does she like it.

Posted By Ellie On 05.04.2013 @ 7:15 am

Ensue. I really don’t know what this word means. I think it has something to do with pursuing things, maybe. I wish I did. I hope the website will tell me afterwards. Maybe it’s something to do with completing a task? Time’s almost out…

Posted By Ellie On 05.01.2013 @ 2:59 pm

they were enemies. big, scary, red enemies with their hateful glances and sweet faces. they were known as lifetime enemies.

Posted By Ellie On 04.29.2013 @ 2:41 pm

Electrocute me with your language; excite me with your words. Make my brain dance with electric eroticism as we travel down the primrose path of pleasure.

Posted By Ellie On 04.26.2013 @ 7:13 pm

bowling was my favorite activity with him. he took me bowling two times a week, tuesdays and fridays i used to wait for him those days and kept thinking about his words on the others i’ve never been to one since

Posted By Ellie On 04.26.2013 @ 1:10 am

I looked at the dashboard of my car as we were driving down the motorway. Covered in junk of course, but that was always going to be the case. 70mph was pretty average, and even though I could see idiots zooming past at 80 or 90, I knew that 70 would conserve fuel so it was ok by me. I had a weird sense of butterflies in my stomach, I wasn’t even sure where I was heading, but hopefully I’d find something interesting at the end of the motorway.

Posted By Ellie On 04.09.2013 @ 11:44 am

They twisted, tangled, climbing over each other in knots. They covered every living thing that got in their way. I wondered if I stood still long enough, if the kudzu would cover me too–would cover all the mistakes I had made in the past week.

Posted By ellie On 04.04.2013 @ 9:02 pm

tornado of my mind. you and me and the cows everything is everywhere and everywhere is full of mess you know who did not show up to the last minute of their fight.

Posted By Ellie On 03.28.2013 @ 8:05 am

listen. listen. listen. listen. what do you hear? the trees? the spring? the snow? closed boxes and closed hearts. the world is close and cold and wise. but you my friend are the only red around.

Posted By Ellie On 03.25.2013 @ 2:35 am

listening is breathing. it is relaxing just knowing about something entirely different than yourself something taking you far far away to where the birds are blue and the moon is black. the cats may not be there, no need to worry.

Posted By ellie On 03.25.2013 @ 2:29 am

He was pained by the lack of interest he saw in the people. The world did not care about him, about his problems, about his dreams. But he cared about the world and what scared him was that in this universe where he lived he was insignificant and that’s what pained him the most.

Posted By Ellie On 03.19.2013 @ 12:58 pm