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mayor
The mayor of my town just threw his cat out of the window. When he went down to scoop shit up it was still alive. The next night the mayors cat died from eating bad cheese. The next day the mayor went and bought a new cat and then it dies from loneliness. Then he bought a dog.
Posted By Grace On 06.15.2012 @ 1:30 pm
straw
drink long skiny black white pink coke soft drink juice alcohol restaurant pub hotel hay farm horse cow sip child baby water yellow bendy flexible flick chew
Posted By Grace On 06.13.2012 @ 6:51 pm
racket
There was a racket lying on the floor. Rats came close to it and began to smell it. Some ran around it. Some just simply walked away. But there was one who jumped right on to the racket.
Posted By Grace On 06.10.2012 @ 7:33 pm
nest
I have never seen nest, but I would like to see one one day. Nest represents nurture, comfort, and safety. I still feel that I am like a baby bird in a nest, waiting for its mom. I am grateful that I have a mommy bird who will protect me in any situations. However, I know that someday I need to become independent and fly away from the nest.
Posted By Grace On 06.10.2012 @ 6:28 am
its for a bird, and its brown and soft. round. with lots of twigs and vines creating it. I want to live in it and hide. a family of birds live in my roof. I want a nest on top of a tree, on the highest branch so i can see everything and still be safe.
Posted By Grace On 06.09.2012 @ 11:50 am
chat
I sat at the table awkwardly. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t understand how she expected me to just make small talk with this person. I didn’t even know him. He didn’t know me, or I hope he didn’t. I had this sudden hope that you didn’t tell him anything embarrassing about me. But why did I care? I’m the hard shell, the tough cookie, and all of a sudden I’m sitting here just subtly wishing that he didn’t think I was weird. It was too much to handle. My pulse was racing and I wanted to puke. It was too much. Like that time I went to the concert and I was overwhelmed from the lights and noise and crowd and I threw up on this really big guy. He was mad. I grabbed my water and gulped trying to keep the vomit at bay. He spoke. I didn’t understand what he said. My head was pounding and the walls were closing in. But when I looked at him, I was okay. I felt, dreamy. Like my soul was melting into his eyes. I could feel myself blushing and see him giggle a little. I crashed. I wanted to leave. I abruptly stood up. My chair fell over. I bent to pick it up, and knocked over what was left of my water. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to cry. My friends date stood up, he was saying something but I didn’t want to hear. I wanted to go my apartment and stay there forever.
Posted By Grace On 06.08.2012 @ 9:03 pm
why can’t you get it? i dont want to talk. i dont want to chat. I dont even want to hear your name. I feel bad for you, but i dont want to continue hurting you. Why can’t you just leave me alone, for yourself?
Posted By Grace On 06.08.2012 @ 8:50 pm
I love to chat. I chat with so many people. But has anyone ever really thought about chating? From just sitting with friends around the dinner table on sunday, to the nervous sort around your interviewer for a new job.
Posted By Grace On 06.08.2012 @ 8:46 pm
jelly
jelly is awesome. I used to be allergic to some kinds of jelly but now i like jelly. myy favorite kind of jelly is strawberry. I love strawberry and strawberry jelly. Now, jelly can also refer to many other types of things like flab. Flab is not good. But jelly is good. I love jelly. I wonder what the point
Posted By Grace On 06.07.2012 @ 10:41 am
convict
there once was a convit names dash. he liced in a houe made o f chocolate. his mother was also a convict. her name was ellen. they all stole butter as a lving and that was all they ate. the stolen butter was hidden in their fat roles. the day they were caught it had all metled and run down their legs.
Posted By Grace On 06.01.2012 @ 4:17 pm
dilemma
Everyone has problems. Issues. Dilemmas. They can haunt your brain and your mind and eat you alive. And sometimes you wish they would go away. But to be honest, what force would teach you to learn from mistakes? IF the world had no problems, we would never learn.
Posted By Grace On 05.28.2012 @ 5:35 pm
transform
The whole transformation process was crazy. I had no idea how she even thought we could adjust just like that, on a drop of a pen. To change our whole lifestyles, over this one miniscule thing, it’s completely sadistic. I mean, it’s not my fault the business idea collapsed and THAT man, and I’m using this term lightly, broke her heart. Why is it suddenly my fault and I’m the one affected?
Posted By Grace On 05.27.2012 @ 7:10 pm
stunt
I have a stunt double. When people think it’s me doing foolish things, it’s actually her. That’s my excuse. It’s also called bipolar.
Posted By Grace On 05.26.2012 @ 3:40 pm
outgoing
She was outgoing and funny. Her hair glistened and shown about a perfect face. She was everything I wasn’t. Standing back among the shadows I’d watch her, my sister. The center of attention always. I was merely – the brain. It was nothing I could wear or flaunt.
Posted By Grace On 05.10.2012 @ 2:52 am
shorthand
He loved to write shorthand. And I never could understand it. Between trying to decipher that, and my mounds of paperwork, my days flew by; one after the other until they blended together in my mind. What was it he use to say those days past?
Posted By Grace On 05.09.2012 @ 9:58 am
A simple scrawl of dreary timetables alluding to the monotonous ineptitude of a trivial novice.
Posted By Grace On 05.08.2012 @ 5:53 pm
separate
entrée
When I think of an entree, I think of the most expensive thing of the menu. Bon apetite. Instead of getting an entree, I usually opt for the appetizer; smaller portions, less money.
Posted By Grace On 04.23.2012 @ 7:54 am
earring
A dangly object thats suspending from your earlobe. The one I’m currently wearing happens to be mini purple feathers. Most common on women, but can be worn by men too. A good accessory to any kind of outfit(:
Posted By Grace On 04.17.2012 @ 5:22 pm
pins
Pins covered my wall. Attached to the pins were dozens of photographs. Great memories. I stared at the photographs and smiled at the beautiful collage of memories God had given me. He will give me many more.
Posted By Grace On 04.09.2012 @ 5:13 pm
ruby
Rubies covered the floor. We had retrieved the loot. My conscious was heavy and my mind bruised, but I felt the riches between my hands. The stolen riches. Shouldn’t we all have them? A voice inside me said I shouldn’t have done this. I pushed it aside, my greedy, human feelings overwhelming me.
Posted By Grace On 04.06.2012 @ 12:36 pm
flip
I flipped through the air. Clouds enfolded me in a soft blanket. I flipped through the air, giggling. My hair bounced in the waves of the wind. Clouds enfolded me, enclosing me in a case of fluffiness.
Posted By Grace On 04.04.2012 @ 10:19 am
splash
I splashed in the pond by the bay on a sunny summer day. The frogs croaked and the birds sang on the beautiful blue day. I was alone with God and His creation. Soon the sun would say, “Sayonara!” and I would leave with perfect memories in my mind.
Posted By Grace On 03.29.2012 @ 1:53 pm
drifting
Drifting in and out my dream, I had several conversations with various people I thought I knew, yet I didn’t once I woke up. It was fun for a little while, but soon got depressing so I woke up.
Posted By Grace On 03.26.2012 @ 11:19 am
fixed
I fixed the problem, but the affects still remain. It’s almost like a shadow of the issue just follow me around. I can’t even think about anything else. But the it’s fixed non the less and things will get better.
Posted By Grace On 03.22.2012 @ 8:29 am
pageant
Summer, it was amazing to see you dressed in gold, shimmering brighter than the night could possibly imitate. I don’t fully support your choices, but I’ll always be there. This you must know for the rest of your days.
Posted By Grace On 03.19.2012 @ 7:40 pm
beauty. competition. strive for perfection. tiaras. glamour. shoes. dresses. all the things a girl could dream of. to win. all the beautiful things that well never be good enough unless you come in first place. no matter how hard you try.
Posted By Grace On 03.19.2012 @ 3:58 pm
staple
Staples. Bread, water, wheat. Staples. A small, orphaned girl scrambled through the alleyways searching for food. For us, it is a luxury, to her, it is a staple. She searches through the dumpsters and steps on cans.
Posted By Grace On 03.17.2012 @ 3:12 pm
