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She was told it was taboo to associate with him. They said he was strange, some even said the devil was in him. But she didn’t care. She followed him that night to the copse and watched him in the full moon light. He was naked and crouched low to the ground. Her footsteps alerted him. He looked up, his eyes red, shone in the dark.

“Run!”

Posted By Helen On 05.14.2013 @ 10:08 pm

In the ensuing fracas she gave no thought to where she was going. She just wanted to get out of there. After believing for a long time that nothing would happen to her she was shocked to find herself in the middle of such a drama. As

Posted By Helen On 04.30.2013 @ 6:06 pm

It may be as simple a concept as the one about ‘wheat’ but the thing is we have to answer precisely with what’s in our mind when we think about this particular concept. Right now we wish we could play Stronghold, that little game that tormented our childhood; I would also love to run in a field.

Posted By Helen On 03.30.2013 @ 5:57 am

Betty ran from the house, terrified. She knew she shouldn’t have. The tornado was straight in her path, whirling it ways towards her. Could she make it to the bunker in time? She dashed forwards, head down legs moving faster than they ever had. Her hand reached out for the bunker handle….

The land looked so different from up here, and she was beginning to feel dizzy….

Posted By Helen On 03.27.2013 @ 4:22 pm

Beware those who seek you harm. Notice the little things; a small slight here, a thinly veiled remark there. Any red flag, no matter how small, counts. Cut them out of your life immediately. They’re no good for you.

Posted By Helen On 03.20.2013 @ 12:55 pm

Truth is the hardest thing for people to face. They hide from it. Twist and turn and manipulate so it doesn’t burn them; they fear the pain it may cause. But truth is cleansing. It wipes a slate and opens your eyes to reality.

Posted By Helen On 03.19.2013 @ 1:12 am

It’s like relapsing in self harm. You’ve returned to a dark place in your life. It’s not somewhere you should be, but you’ve returned anyway. You can’t help it. It’s just always there. You don’t know what to do about it, but it’s there. You’ve returned. And it welcomes you…

Posted By Helen On 03.07.2013 @ 7:19 pm

She heard a knock at the door and wondered if it was him. She nervously pulled the door open. Her heart was pounding as she peered onto the dark porch. It was just a delivery. She forgot about the book she had ordered last week.

Posted By helen On 02.27.2013 @ 11:23 am

Its a weight, a tie. A grown up feeling. Pride.

Posted By Helen On 01.25.2013 @ 11:03 am

She stared into his violecent eyes and thought, he must be a fool. She lay back on the soft white pillows, her eyes never leaving his. “This’ll hurt’” he said, leaning over her, knife glinting in the moon light. You bet it will, she thought. Her lips parted just enough to reveal to sharp fangs. “What the fuck!” He jumped back, but not fast enough.

Posted By Helen On 01.07.2013 @ 4:27 pm

”now,” he said, ”you can confront yourself with this one thing taking up space in your thoughts now, or you can decide to stay this way.” calm. sane. on the outside. let yourself go. NOW three little letters solving what is wasting your time. the swelling. let your heart grow fond. now. before it’s eaten you up.

Posted By helen On 12.26.2012 @ 4:05 pm

do not talk think breath fire behind you fire ahead of you leave what you think is burning your mind

Posted By helen On 12.25.2012 @ 3:52 pm

Actual. Now there’s a tough word to write about. What is actual? Is actual the things that we see, that we touch, that physically surround us? But then is pain not actual? Is happiness not actual? What about love, actually? How do we define the actual?

Posted By Helen On 12.24.2012 @ 8:37 am

Five is a very interesting number. Cinq is the french word for 5, not many words have a “q” not followed by a “u”. I think that’s pretty special. Cinq also sounds like the word stank! As a child, instead of un deux trois quatre cinq six, I would say “un deux trois cat stink”.

Posted By Helen On 12.17.2012 @ 11:37 pm

Everything you do has a method, whether it’s purposeful or not. The way you go about anything is your method; logical, random, sensible. Even in love affairs, and sponteneity, there are methods.

Posted By Helen On 12.09.2012 @ 7:18 pm

broadcast you emotions and yourself. Let everyone know who you are because you deserve to be known. broadcast everything you want to be.

Posted By Helen On 12.09.2012 @ 8:09 am

Amanda let out a long whistle under her breath. The danger is now past, she thought, as she watched the creature go stomping by. How had she come to be here? She remembered thinking about that strange world in the book she was reading last night, next minute she was there. Was she dreaming? How was she going to avoid those purple creatures that seemed to be everywhere?

Posted By Helen On 11.28.2012 @ 7:57 pm

I was late to school yesterday. The dean was angry that she had to deal with me yet again. I think she’s going to call my parents this time. I’m going to be grounded for sure. I hope they don’t take away my internet privileges.

Posted By Helen On 11.22.2012 @ 10:05 pm

To seek satisfaction in life is to satisfy oneself. Life throws us too many curved balls, and sometimes one needs to satisfy desires to achieve all that is possible in life.

Posted By Helen On 11.19.2012 @ 3:54 pm

Today is the day that I need to mention a discussion I have had with a friend. Who I mention it to is unknown at this stage, however they will certainly get surprise when I mention what I want.

Posted By Helen On 11.18.2012 @ 7:48 pm

somebody to take your place in this hat-box that you’ve decided to live in nobody to watch you as you sleep, to rub vix vapour rub on your chill-blanes and cough-stains anybody, anybody to read a story to you, to save you from the darkness that encompasses your mind you’re tired you tried

Posted By helen On 11.12.2012 @ 3:38 pm

I draw upon my resources when thinking about a serious decision. Whether it is the right decision in the end is unknown. Sometimes I draw a mind map to help me.

Posted By Helen On 11.11.2012 @ 6:06 pm

You can draw back, pulling up that drawbridge over the moat of thoughts that you’re probably hiding. And you become hidden, like a snake or a lamp or a table or something that doesn’t actually say much. If anything. God I miss you.

And wish you’d go away.

Posted By helen On 11.11.2012 @ 2:23 pm

I spent the day dreaming of how I would really like my life to be. Too many years have passed now though, and it is unlikely those dreams could come true. Life will be just as it is for now and I will enjoy it all the same.

Posted By Helen On 11.10.2012 @ 9:54 pm

I was roaring loudly in my sleep. What was I dreaming about? I remember fighting something off and struggling, struggling but I could not get this thing off me. What was it!!

Posted By Helen On 11.09.2012 @ 8:15 pm

they themselves are not what they believe themselves to be

Posted By helen On 11.08.2012 @ 4:04 pm

Themselves apart were two too, too sad not to be a part of each other

Posted By Helen On 11.08.2012 @ 2:57 pm

Sargent Grit stared at the motley group. “Lets be havin ya— Attennnntion!” The boys shuffled their feet and stood up straight. “Call that attention do you? I’ll make soldiers of you yet.” “Or kill us in the process,” mumbled Jack. “That man there,” Major Grit pointed at Jack. “You called?” Jack smirked. “Oh a funny man. Let’s see who’s laughing last – fifty push ups—NOW!

Posted By Helen On 11.07.2012 @ 3:56 pm

She paused as she walked through the entrance to the tall, ivy-covered building. the damp smell of moss and confusion filled the air as her eyes moved towards the door knocker

Posted By Helen On 10.17.2012 @ 1:14 pm

it was simple. I had done the unthinkable. Disobeyed the agreement i had agreed to only a few hours ago. Before it was forgivable….but now? I felt horrible

Posted By Helen On 09.26.2012 @ 7:26 am