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The trench was a troublesome place. Looking around, all the soldiers saw was dirt and dust blowing above their heads. It became a very lonely place. A place that turn some minds to dust.

Posted By Kristin On 04.08.2013 @ 4:48 pm

And he sank down into a chair, withered and wilted; jilted and defeated. For what was he if she thought nothing of him? What did any of it matter without her? And he sank further into the chair, collapsing into its folds as his world crumbled around him.

Posted By Kristin On 03.10.2013 @ 7:01 pm

For the past two weeks, I was sentenced to a horrible state of grief. My physical state is slow and uncooperative with my mind, driving me into constant thirst and sickness. I can no longer think straight. I guess the coping I’m experiencing is finally getting to me.

Posted By Kristin On 02.28.2013 @ 7:20 pm

Obligation. Because I said so. Parents? Society? Friends? What about must be happy? Must do what feels right. Does that obligation ever exist? Or does must entail those you care about tugging at the heart strings for you to do what they think is right for you. When must you do what you must?

Posted By Kristin On 01.07.2013 @ 6:09 pm

I have played games since I was 4. Mainly self shooters; I am also a girl. My father also believes in guns. Never once in my life have I had the notion to go outside with my father’s weapons and shoot someone. People who feel shooting games are dangerous and violent need to try and find a different solution to this problem. I feel it gets my aggression out at the end of the day. Frustrated at work? Take it out on the zombies on the screen. I enjoy my gametime. I enjoy being a geek.

Posted By Kristin On 12.19.2012 @ 7:10 am

i hate the television nowadays because all they show are sad and depressing braodcasts. like, honestly, there seems to be no fucking good news anymore. someone is always getting shot or robbed or raped or another business is going bankrupt. What if for one day a week, new stations focused on the happy news?

Posted By Kristin On 12.08.2012 @ 9:10 pm

“The arts.” What are “the arts?” Is it meant to be something in particular because it’s plural? Because it’s plural, does it mean painting, sculpture, opera, etc.? But isn’t art anything beautiful? It’s in the eyes of the beholder, eh? What about that person with a scruffy beard sitting in the corner of a crowded coffee shop reading Joyce? He is my art.

Posted By Kristin On 11.13.2012 @ 7:02 pm

On the ground lay the dead, mutilated body of my lover. His legs were twisted in a way that made me cringe. But it was the blood and nerves oozing from his brain that made me vomit.

Posted By Kristin On 11.05.2012 @ 4:30 pm

its is a gorup of peiople who have many things in common. It is unaware of most of the things that are happening out side of its self. It takes care of its own needs with in itself. It is lacking in collaboartive efforts. it is large. It has many layers to it.

Posted By Kristin On 02.13.2013 @ 11:13 am

Nasty, deplorable, hurtful things. Guaranteed to ruin your family, hurt the ones you love, and lose the trust and possibly love of your significant other. Fun, easy, but not worth it.

Posted By Kristin On 09.26.2012 @ 10:02 am

I am afraid of the dark, I am afraid of losing someone close to me, I am afraid of spiders, and clowns, many people are afraid of different things, I am afraid of never finding anyone

Posted By Kristin On 09.23.2012 @ 9:21 pm

begin. begin today, begin NOW. for there might not be a tomorrow or another moment. Start the change that you should always succeed in. Make all those moments worth it.

BEGIN HERE AND NOW.

Posted By Kristin On 09.20.2012 @ 9:08 pm

they went to claim their baggage after leaving for the Caribbean honeymoon. it wasn’t there. it was like it just disappeared, vanished into thin air. almost like they had been in the Bermuda triangle. their plane had just landed. how was it possible that their luggage was lost? what an awesome way to start off your honeymoon, right? surely that has to put a damper on things.

Posted By kristin On 09.19.2012 @ 8:38 pm

It feels good to be alive. Though sometimes being alive seems like its killing me. I appreciate life. But i deffinatly know i take itr for granit, thouht im working on not. Im just being alive one day at a time. Life is hard, and i know everyon eknows that. I guess everyone just has to start looking on the brighter side of things then well finally, truly be alive.

Posted By kristin On 09.16.2012 @ 3:44 pm

I was alone. Nobody could hear my screams as they echoed off of the windowless walls in the black room. I felt blind and hopeless. I felt like the last person on earth. But then there was a loud bang. A small twinkling of light came through a hole in the wall, then the whole wall came tumbling down. There you stood in front of me, reaching out your hand to save me from myself. You’re my miracle.

Posted By Kristin On 09.03.2012 @ 2:50 pm

the side of a building person etc. my side aches when punched. Why I think that I have no clue why that popped into my head. But when I think side I think of my own side and the sides of things. Oh, what about food sides. I didn’t think to think about food sides. Hmmm, what else……I cant think any more ahhhhhhh!!

Posted By Kristin On 08.23.2012 @ 12:45 pm

Want is such a horrible way of existing. Want entails greed, envy, and jealousy. Want is nothing more than desiring earthly possessions for one’s own. Why can’t people be content with what they have and aspire to possess morals rather than objects?

Posted By Kristin On 08.15.2012 @ 5:22 am

Some people think that as long as you never agree to be with anyone who intends to harm you, they will never be assaulted. But assaults can happen to anyone. Assaults happen a lot of the time when people are just out and about on their normal day. How can you protect yourself from assaults? Well one way to protect yourself is to always be aware of your surroundings.

Posted By Kristin On 08.07.2012 @ 5:48 pm

This object can capture the most wonderful that can be seen by the mind’s eye. What type of things, might you ask? Well, I have seen the most gorgeous sunsets through the eye of the camera. The first kiss after two become one have been caught seconds after they depart from the wedding. A father catching a glimpse after the birth of his firstborn. All these things can be placed in the mind by one’s memory, but the camera can allow these memories to be forever in our hearts and lives.

Posted By kristin On 08.02.2012 @ 4:11 pm

the cabinet creaked open to reveal an empty jar covered in a thin film of dust. judy looked at it a moment before grabbing it hastily and jamming it into her purse. like the rest of the abandoned house she had found, the jar was worthless, but something told her she needed it.

Posted By Kristin On 07.28.2012 @ 3:54 pm

someone who’s there for you. someone to give you advice about things and guide you along in your choices. a leader. a teacher. someone with experience, who can tell you about their mistakes, so you can learn from them.

Posted By Kristin On 07.11.2012 @ 10:28 pm

He was wearing a pair of faded overalls, a pitchfork in one hand and the dead cat in the other. She was crying, her mascara running in zebra stripes down her face. It was the ginger tom, her favorite. He had been standoffish and rough, a scrappy cat with wiry fur and flea-bitten ears.

Posted By Kristin On 07.07.2012 @ 6:33 pm

She leaned down, picking up the rake, her overalls where the shade of pink and I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. How she could still remain girly even when she was dirty.

Posted By kristin On 07.07.2012 @ 12:08 pm

Hallowed, I think about a pumpkin. Hallow in the middle. Striped away & scraped out. Hallow like a shell. A shell of a person.

Posted By Kristin On 04.30.2012 @ 10:25 pm

I ate dinner quite early today. The typical entree sat on its plate in front of me: A piece of chicken, which looked tasteless, cooked spinach, and stuffed shells. Despite it was a dreary and gloomy Sunday, it was pretty good.

Posted By Kristin On 04.22.2012 @ 2:51 pm

There is an earring in my left ear. I take it out and the lobe starts top swell with pain. I’m not going to say it hurts, but it bothers me too much.

Posted By Kristin On 04.17.2012 @ 9:12 am

Trying to get dressed up. Something that is pretty that you use to make yoursel f prettyer.

Posted By Kristin On 04.16.2012 @ 1:14 pm

I sit at this desk. My stories pour out of my mind, like flowing water in a stream. But I cannot find the place to set them in stone. But as I sit here, they return to me as if they were new again. I thank my desk for this simple gift.

Posted By Kristin On 04.15.2012 @ 12:33 pm

He is attendant to all my needs. He cares for me tenderly.

Posted By Kristin On 04.03.2012 @ 7:40 am

I wish there were attendants for everything. Having that opportunity can make everything so much better than how it is now. Oh well… however, one can dream of anything, right?

And sometimes, having a dream of it can make it happen in real life.

Posted By Kristin On 04.03.2012 @ 6:33 am