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A boy was wearing a cap while he sold newspapers, this was how his family made there money during the great depression. The cap was the boys most prized possession. It was his lucky cap. He sold more papers then any boy on the block and he was convinced it was because of his cap.

Posted By Ellie On 06.04.2012 @ 10:20 am

It was beautiful. Clearly ancient Roman, from when the empire was at it’s peak. It was one hell of a discovery for an amateur archaeologist.

Posted By Ellie On 05.29.2012 @ 11:23 pm

I am in a dilemma. A puzzle, a mystery, a pickle, a trap. Stuck. There is a way out. Of course there is, there has to be. It’s no fun if there’s no way out. But… I can’t find the way out. It’s too complicated for me to work it out. What should I do?

Posted By Ellie On 05.28.2012 @ 2:34 pm

Transformation was a difficult and energy consuming spell. It could be painful too. It was not a task to be undertaken lightly. Ester drew the final sign on the floor and stood back to admire her work. If everything went well, she would be done before midnight.

Posted By Ellie On 05.27.2012 @ 11:42 pm

Stunts are a display of awesomeness. I mean, people get paid to do flips, dive of cliffs whilst looking really cool. It shows flexibility and strength. Stunts look awesome and it would be cool if I could do them.

Posted By Ellie On 05.27.2012 @ 4:04 am

stunt

Posted By Ellie On 05.27.2012 @ 4:03 am

Questing myself, launching myself into your body. Falling short of a new relationship with you. Realizing what she said was true. “I just define love on being able to do nothing for a really long time and be completely comfortable, I can do that with him.” “That’s love, idiot.”

Posted By Ellie On 05.22.2012 @ 1:02 am

It was not a noble quest. No, it was hardly a quest at all, but calling it that made it seem more interesting. Actually, it was a beer run and any normal person would call it a beer run. Even he would usually call it a beer run but he’d just been playing DnD and was in a questing mood.

Posted By Ellie On 05.21.2012 @ 11:36 am

Don’t call me again. I’m tired of hearing your voice. Sometimes I hear it in my dreams, calling my name. I don’t want to hear it any more. Don’t call me again.

Posted By Ellie On 05.20.2012 @ 12:18 pm

The car chugged along the road happily, farting clouds of exhaust like some sort of cartoon. It really needed fixing up.

Posted By Ellie On 05.15.2012 @ 4:07 pm

You are nothing to me. Nothing at all. Less than an insect and just as easy to squash. Why don’t you just give up now, hm? It’ll save you a lot of trouble in the long run. Trust me. I’ve seen your type before and none of them, not a single one, has ever managed to even touch me.

Why do you even bother? You’ll just die like the rest. It would almost be depressing if it wasn’t so amusing.

Alright, if you insist. Go on. Do your worst.

Posted By Ellie On 05.14.2012 @ 8:08 pm

I nominated myself for the softball team captain because I knew I was the best, but I didnt get it just because I was a freshman. I am always very scared of getting rejected and this did not help! hfueifdjksmbfvgudkhlsjnfbghhduuujjgn

Posted By Ellie On 05.05.2012 @ 7:26 pm

i reallyw anted to be nominated for principle but i was too scared of getting rejected and losing that I didnt even try. I thought that since I was the new kid no one would vote for me, but now that Mira isnt running I think I might have had a chance and I blew it. I want to be nom

Posted By Ellie On 05.05.2012 @ 6:42 pm

holds everything, and no matter how much i tidy you, you accumulate my clutter! what’s wrong with you? you are all that’s wrong with my organisational skills. This desk works, my other doesn’t, pens roll off and it’s all rather unsatisfactory.

Posted By Ellie On 04.16.2012 @ 9:06 am

like lucky charms. but better. things that you put on bracelets and necklaces. things you carry around and that sometimes give you luck. sometimes they are people. things that you own. they may represent something. an inner passion. or love. maybe something that is love. something…

Posted By ellie On 03.31.2012 @ 6:10 pm

I’m making cookies. That’s all I can do to wipe away the residue of our sticky, messy relationship. Toffe and chocolate chips wipe away the months of wishing you had loved me more.

Posted By Ellie On 03.23.2012 @ 6:55 pm

It wasn’t broken. Not anymore. I fixed it. Why wouldn’t I? You think I would leave something broken there? It was obviously a problem, it needed to be dealt with. I do that. I deal with problems. I don’t leave them lying around where they could hurt someone.

Posted By Ellie On 03.21.2012 @ 11:33 am

I believe in a lot of things. Belief is a powerful thing, it drives people and emotions and reactions. It can also cause major conflict, which devastates many people. I believe that belief can change the world.

Posted By Ellie On 03.12.2012 @ 11:38 pm

It was an old bike. So old that no one wanted it any more, but there was really nothing wrong with it. I could fix it up. I knew I could. It would be rideable by next month easily.

Posted By Ellie On 03.11.2012 @ 11:23 am

Gourmet club on neopets. Wow I didn’t understand that thing for ages. Hell, I still don’t get how the book club works. You know, I swear I fed my pet like three gourmet foods but they never showed up? Really annoying because I got them by chance and they would have been really expensive to obtain on purpose. Not that money is really an issue for me on neopets any more. Damn petpetpet habitarium gets loads of nps.

Posted By Ellie On 03.10.2012 @ 7:17 pm

I want to demonstrate my life to someone who will understand. Maybe they can help me to describe it along with so many different things. I want to look at someone and have them know that I demonstrated everything with someone and be happy and peaceful cause I didn’t hold it in and allow it to slowly kill me. I feel like I’m rambbling now. Blahhh.

Posted By Ellie On 03.07.2012 @ 7:22 pm

And from the swing she soared. Her body tumbling as if the wind itself caressed it AS she hit the ground the swing continued to swing, now free of the weight and burden that was her. Just swing, just be, just live. Walking away the little girl looked back what had caused her great joy.

Posted By Ellie On 03.06.2012 @ 2:28 pm

I live in a small town. everyone knows everyone. I hate it. Theres no mystery. Theres no exitement. If you don’t fit in your are alone. IF you have any kind of thing that makes you different, you are by yourself.

Posted By Ellie On 03.05.2012 @ 8:20 am

The sweat of his brow and the strength of his back. Sweat is always involved. Always. No matter how easy it might look or how simple, there will be sweat. Don’t you dare think for a moment there won’t be. You need firewood? Sweat. You want dinner? Sweat. You work in an office? Sweat. There is ALWAYS sweat.

Posted By Ellie On 03.03.2012 @ 10:50 pm

the sweat dripped down the side of my face as i looked up at the timer. i dribbled the ball a few times then stared up at the hoop. basketball was my life, this shot meant everything to me. I positioned myself, and shot the ball….and i let the ball fly.

Posted By Ellie On 03.03.2012 @ 5:27 pm

It was a normal night for the Crew. Well, normal for a planning night anyway. A Proper normal night would involve Boxcars watching his soaps, Deuce watching with him or maybe mucking around with explosives in his room, Slick yelling at nothing in particular and Droog squirreled away in his room.

However, it was a planning night so they were all gathered around the table in the heist room planning their next job. They never actually needed anything, not with a successful casino, black market monopoly and a series of legitimate establishments, but they enjoyed it. No one say it out loud but heists were damn good fun.

Posted By Ellie On 03.01.2012 @ 12:18 am

The crescent moon lit up in the midnight sky, providing an illusion to so many that there was indeed a man that lived on the moon, that in this vast universe there is hope, and we are not alone.

Posted By Ellie On 02.28.2012 @ 10:43 am

The crescent moon rose over the hill after midnight. Emile sighed in relief. It would be so much easier to carry on now that there was a little light to see by. He’d stumbled and fallen more times than he could count already. But he couldn’t stop. Not yet.

Posted By Ellie On 02.27.2012 @ 11:49 pm

Lift plus. Those really funny ads with the guys being dicks to each other, like, doing the “if your hand is bigger than your face, you’ll go bald” thing, where they put their hand up to their face and you smack it and they hit themselves in the face. Heheh, those ads were great. “Sharpen up. Lift plus.” Woah, I remembered the slogan.

Anyway, I think it was like just Lift with added caffeine or gurana or some shit. Who cares.

Posted By Ellie On 02.25.2012 @ 7:28 pm

He was having a blast! Literally, explosions were the best thing ever. EVER. You cannot deny how awesome they are. No, stop trying. You just can’t. Ok. Good, I’m glad we agree. Now back to having a blast! 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Posted By Ellie On 02.24.2012 @ 5:40 pm