Entries By jennifer
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casting
The casting call came. She was so excited to be in the top five that were selected. Her hopes and dreams were becoming more and more tangible. She could taste the success and it was sweet. Her audition went better than she had anticipated, all of that worry was for nothing.
Posted By jennifer On 05.22.2013 @ 8:37 am
crow
crows are black and ugly. they have scary eyes. they swoop at you. they are evil. they carry away babies in cradles. they eat new born turtles. they need to be extinct. but they are higher than magpies in the bird hierarchy..so i guess we should keep them alive for now. crows wake me up in the morning with ugly CAW-CAW-CAW~~~~~’s.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.28.2013 @ 10:05 pm
planter
The seeds blew across the yard as the planter tried to get them into the ground. He knew it would be a hard year without the food from the gardens.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.24.2013 @ 3:22 pm
checkmate
I win! Game over. I love winning. It’s really the purpose of playing for me. That sounds terrible. It’s the truth though. I love to win. I own it. My dad said if you are average you are “the best of the worst of the worst of the best.” I have no interest in being average. I want to win – to be the best.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.23.2013 @ 2:34 pm
mumbling
The sarcastic mumbling below was driving him crazy. He shook his head and lent over the edge. “will you two just go to sleep?” and they giggled and laughed. This was going to be a long night and he wondered why he thought a sleep over would be a good idea.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.16.2013 @ 7:30 pm
mumbling is like bumbling and reminds me of the word rumbling like a distant thunderstorm approaching from far away- like over the ocean and it is 2 in the morning and your dad has woken you and your brother up to see the storm slowly rolling in over the ocean in Montauk
Posted By Jennifer On 04.16.2013 @ 6:48 pm
attracted
Attracted is what I feel toward my husband. It is a good feeling. It is wanting to be around someone and wanting them to notice you. it is a pull. It is always knowing where the other person is in a room. It fills your mind.
Posted By jennifer On 04.14.2013 @ 7:31 am
She was attracted to the way the ribbons fell in the wind. They were stung up along wires, hung from the trees to the tops of the pillars. Each ribbon was a bright and distinct color, no one was lost among the others.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.13.2013 @ 6:52 pm
anchor
The anchor sat on the lawn, once used but now forgotten. some grass had grown around the bottom, climbing up. Birds used it now, sitting, and watching. I liked seeing it from my room. Its prominence in the garden seemed fitting.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.12.2013 @ 1:34 am
trench
The trench was low and long. He’d spent all afternoon digging. The vile Brothers had tried to thwart him but they couldn’t. He’d dug and dug and dug. He stood, admiring his work, when a huge wave crashed down, and washed more sand into the hole he worked so hard on digging. He sighed and turned to his mother.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.08.2013 @ 4:15 pm
punished
He sat in the corner waiting. His small shoulders shook and he kept his head down. Outside he could hear the sounds of the party. Footsteps approach.
“Kevin…?” It’s his mother, “What are you doing?”
“I…I’m sorry mama…”
“What’s wrong?”
“I broke it…”
His mother sighs, hands on hips.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.07.2013 @ 2:53 pm
vines
green, fruit laden… grapes offered to the sun. Rich juice spilling over casks, nectar of the gods.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.06.2013 @ 5:39 am
there are vines throughout my body vines called veins called life support grapes on vines the food of life nectar support vineyards and romance castles in italy and love and song the vines that connect us through out our lives the vines of our ancestors.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.05.2013 @ 10:53 pm
The grapes grew in rows outside her room. The smell of them wafts in on the breeze, gently playing with the curtains. She watched from her window as the men worked, picking and sorting, making their way down the lines.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.05.2013 @ 10:52 pm
They grew like arms, along the wall of the house. Pulling at the timbers and snaking their way through the windows. Along the ceilings and floors, spidery fingers finding cracks in the surface. The bugs they attracted were brightly colored and beautiful.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.04.2013 @ 5:49 pm
bagel
A bagel sat on the bench. Two large, green eyes watched it with keen interest. A small charcoal paw reached out and gave it a swipe just as Suzy came round the corner.
“Hey!” She laughed, picking up the little cat.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.03.2013 @ 1:42 pm
smudge
There was a smudge on the window. A half print from her hand, pulling down. The rain outside battered against the glass, its harsh tattoo filling the room from the open window. She sat on her bed and watched as the water slid down. The room is dark and she can see her face reflected. The rain casting shadows, small moving patterns across her features. She tilts her head. Her reflection mimics her and she wonders what it’s like. On the other side of the glass. In a world of water, falling around her. She wonders if it’s gentle – caresses and light, whispers of the breeze touching her skin and sweetly playing through her hair. It’d be cold. She likes the cold. Prefers it. It has a comfort for her, like watching snow on mountains. She wonders if it’d be like floating in the sea. Being handed one way, then another, just following the movement.
Posted By Jennifer On 04.02.2013 @ 4:21 pm
cities
cities are big smelly horrible places that can thrum with the pent up energy of the millions who live inside them. Simultaneously repositories of cultural greatness, and the sewers of civilization, they inspire and disgust, drain and energize.
Posted By Jennifer On 03.18.2013 @ 7:30 am
cities are places where you can go and escape. escape the things from other cities. little hubs of people and lights and experiences that you’ve never had before. are there things about each city that may not be so savory, yup. doesn’t make the good times any less of the learning experiences that they are.
Posted By Jennifer On 03.17.2013 @ 11:55 am
instill
I would like to I still in my children a love for reading and writing. Writing is often seen as a boring task by kids but once mastered it can become the tool to the next great adventure or recording important moments in history. Writing can be a friend and not an enemy. I want to learn how to make writing fun for my kids so they will enjoy it rather than dread their next assignment.
Posted By Jennifer On 03.03.2013 @ 5:39 am
grasped
they finally grasped the fact that i have no apologies to make. i’m beginning to grasp their inability or incapability of accepting responsibility. we’re all grasping at straws on how to proceed.
Posted By Jennifer On 02.19.2013 @ 4:41 pm
fatigue
I slowly climbed the stairs to my loft, arms laden with groceries. I sighed deeply, and remembered too late about my hearing-sensitive neighbor, JoAnne, who was about to attack with annoying stories about her grandson in college.
Posted By Jennifer On 02.16.2013 @ 11:31 pm
They had said it would be a side-effect. She simply brushed it off. They said it would hit her hard, she only laughed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air rattled in her lungs. She knew that she needed to get up, shut off the water and climb from the tub but she couldn’t. It felt as if with each fleeting moment her body was falling into a coma, too tired to move. Fatigue they’d said, it may be the death of you.
Posted By Jennifer On 02.16.2013 @ 10:16 pm
willed
Willed, that’s what she was. It was her own super-power, it made her unstoppable. For as long as she possessed that, no door would remain closed for her. Wearing it like a badge of honor, how many could do the same? She smiled because she knew so long as she held onto her will, she was untouchable.
Posted By Jennifer On 02.15.2013 @ 10:24 pm
“Leave me alone!” She cried, voice trembling.
Her mother had once told her that the will of a child was the most potent magic in the world. However, she was not a child any longer. This was not some mere monster from her closet. Still, she willed it. Maybe, just maybe.
Posted By Jennifer On 02.15.2013 @ 10:13 pm
visitor
No one knew who he was, or where they came from. Princess Josephine was suspicious from the minute they entered their land and she had a right to be. Turns out that the visitor was to be feared. Turns out that her kingdom would never be the same.
They came in the night, dark, lurking in the shadows. The leader of the enemy was ruthless and amazing. He came with his hair billowing out behind him. In his hand he clutched an ivory staff, carved with interwoven designs of leaves and vines.
Posted By Jennifer On 01.29.2013 @ 7:42 am
cool
It didn’t matter. She was untouchable, royalty among her subjects. Nothing could hurt her. No one was allowed to show her affection. Love was not an option. It meant being vulnerable, and…touchable. She couldn’t go there. Royals walk alone. That’s what she was meant to be, but it didn’t mean that she had to like it. Or even act by it.
Princess Josephine, her people, and her country had been threatened, and they took it in stride. Something told her, however, that the princess must be more careful with those who she called her friends. She tried to play it cool and calm her persistent paranoia.
Posted By Jennifer On 01.28.2013 @ 10:00 am
speak
To speak would be to reveal my love and therein lies the conflict. I love you with a love unheard of but i live in a body that refuses to express it. Oh if only my mouth would open and speak.
Posted By Jennifer On 01.26.2013 @ 9:32 pm
responsibility
“I’m not cut out for all this responsibility! You know that! What the hell are you expecting me to tell the thousands of people depending on me? Look at me, I cannot do this! People may die! Please… Don’t do this. I’m a failure. You know it.” The Princess’ voice could be heard all throughout the castle, as she was sharing heated words with her father, the King of Arcland.
Princess Josephine knew from the second she walked into the throne room, that whatever task her father had given her, it would not be an easy one. She was beginning to accept it, the fact that her country was at war with Calmine. She was to help lead refugees through her land and across the border into the Free Land, where their royals would house them.
Responsibility was something difficult for her to deal with. It was bestowed upon her, whether she was ready to deal with it or not, and there was nothing she could do to change that. She would have to accept what she’d been given and work with it. It was her role as a royal to do this for her people. This task was meant for her, this feat was meant for her.
Posted By Jennifer On 01.25.2013 @ 7:55 am
