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disease people got. People were killed or were very sick. spread around very quickly

Posted By leanne On 03.30.2013 @ 4:13 pm

Without any warning, Bobby went flying into the air. His arms were flailing and his feet were floating in directions that he didn’t know were possible. Bobby was flying. He was living the dream of every child. Gone were the days of jumping off the couch only to land on the cushions below. Gone were the days of staring up at the roof and wondering “what if.” This was “what if.” He was doing it. He was flying. And he never felt more alive.

Posted By Leanne On 02.19.2013 @ 9:03 am

Love Friendship Family Life Pain Happiness Beliefs

Posted By leanne On 01.22.2013 @ 3:24 pm

I presented a present to my husband that made him think of the past. He smiled and enjoyed every bit of it. I love him so much. This is a very neat tool that can get kids aware of different tools to use

Posted By Leanne On 12.11.2012 @ 10:02 am

Relaxing massages by skilled masseuses. The bubbling of the jacuzzi. The hot steam filled sauna.

Posted By Leanne On 09.09.2012 @ 12:06 pm

My mom use to dress me in overalls as a child. I use to love wearing them actually. I remember when I had my 5 or 6th birthday at Peter Piper my sister and I are dressed in purple overalls while we have our dinosaurs in our hands. Ha

Posted By Leanne On 07.07.2012 @ 5:15 pm

forward she walked into the unknown that had become her life. forward she walked into the confusion that had become her life. forward she walked away from all that had made her feel safe. forward she walked ready to start her new adventure.

Posted By Leanne On 07.01.2012 @ 6:51 pm

I don’t know what to write about a reporter? I think i should probably write about…well this sucks.

Posted By Leanne On 05.30.2012 @ 1:21 pm

One of my best friends got accepted to architecture school at UT. Everyone knows he’s going to be so succuessful. He was our valedictorian of my class also in highschool. I also dated him…

Posted By Leanne On 05.29.2012 @ 10:54 pm

I lead the way down the dark passageway. I held a flaming torch in front of me, illuminating the dark, slimy walls and ground. “This way,” I whispered quietly to those behind me. The entrance had to be near. It had to. My friends were relying on me to get us out of this hellish underground nightmare.

Posted By Leanne On 05.25.2012 @ 11:59 pm

petition is when you dont believe in something that is going to happen, and you try your damn hardest to get it to stop happening, and find others who agree with you! I’ve signed many, never know if they;ve ever done anything though

Posted By leanne On 03.13.2012 @ 7:06 pm

What are we recycling here now? Do people even know how to properly recycle? No no. They really don’t. I often question what I’m putting into what bin. And I’m recycling words and feelings constantly like it’s my day job. We need to recycle. We all know that. But what do I know about recycling words? Sometimes I find that I’ll say the same thing to a whole lot of different people, is that really recycling because I know they’re all perceiving it differently?

Posted By Leanne On 03.11.2012 @ 8:46 pm

Well personally I’ve never really been fond of Nelly Furtato (reference to Big Girls Don’t Cry “I need a shelter of my own prudention”). I mean, personally, I think she’s a bit of a whiner, but that’s just my opinion… Gotta respect that right?

Posted By Leanne On 02.19.2012 @ 11:01 am

Glance. Touch. Turn of the head. Don’t know if it is more fun to give than receive. But I love it. And I miss it. Time to flirt.

Posted By Leanne On 02.15.2012 @ 12:53 pm

when she was little, she dreamed of growing up and marrying and getting one of those american houses with those white picket fences out front. she kept this dream to herself through her grade school years, and even as her friends got more exotic, even as her ambitions and her skills grew in capacity, she held onto the same dream. and one day, she walked by a house and stared at the fence. with a blink and a shake of her head, she walked off with a sigh. damn, she’d had dumb dreams.

Posted By Leanne On 01.22.2012 @ 3:43 pm

“give me liberty or give me death!” he cried indignantly at the top of his lungs, the class bursting into a chorus of laughter when the teacher raised on wry eyebrow at the troublemaking student. “liberty for the rest of us is you in jail,” she responded dryly, and the student fell back into his seat with a slack grin. he shrugged when his seat partner punched him in the arm with a mocking smile. “hey, it was worth a shot.”

Posted By Leanne On 01.19.2012 @ 8:21 pm

there was no other word for it other than a “strut,” she thought with her face cradled in her hands and cheeks aflame. her best friend, her best man–he was STRUTTING down the runway in obscene designer pants and a ridiculous shirt with damn legitimate cleavage that did nothing to hide his toned body. “why,” she whispered to herself as she looked away from the stage. “why must we be friends.”

Posted By Leanne On 01.20.2012 @ 3:03 pm

This makes me nervous, even more so because I can see that time bar edging closer to the end as I’m writing about the word that it makes me feel that I need to do, hurry. I didn’t hurry enough, I think time’s up.

Posted By Leanne On 12.23.2011 @ 5:48 am

and lightning, thunder is “god” moving around his furniture, but I just think it’s loud and scary how can god be real when all he wants to do is scare us? I’ve no idea what lightning’s meant to stand for.. but I bet that’s scary too.

Posted By Leanne On 12.20.2011 @ 10:25 am

battle scars littered the expanse of her arm, some from the violent demons within and some from external forces of self-hatred and loathing. she’d tried covering them up, at one point, with long sleeves and broken gloves and an assortment of bulky jewelry, but she’d given up with time. her battles were something to be proud of, she’d decided one day as she traced the lines with her fingers. she did, after all, wear her heart on her sleeve.

Posted By Leanne On 12.18.2011 @ 6:28 pm

he shook the slip of paper, muttering about fancyass digital cameras and their fancyass features and their fancyass automatic panorama as he glared at the photos splayed across the walls, sweeping landscapes of exotic lands and photosets of nature on its closest level. he squinted and held the photo up to the light, trying to discern beyond its shady shapes and vague features. “i’ll build my own panorama,” he muttered, and slipped it into his pocket.

Posted By Leanne On 12.17.2011 @ 4:46 pm

blemishes were scattered across her back, coloring her pale skin a dark purplish bruise. she hid her beautiful, scarred face in the crook of her elbow, sepia-tone hair falling in a sleek curtain hiding her from the world. “i’m ugly,” she whispered quietly into the emptiness of the cold and unfeeling bathroom floor, sinking down onto bitterly cruel tiles. a constellation of scars marred her shoulders and her back, and she tucked her face between her knees.

Posted By Leanne On 12.16.2011 @ 6:34 pm

he caught her sleeve, head bowed low and lips raw from hours of fierce biting. “…don’t go,” he whispered softly, so quiet and so inside that the wind almost carried his voice away like so many dandelions before him. she stopped, hair streaming out behind her and tears streaming down her face and she, in turn, clutched his sleeve and pulled him close. “i’m sorry,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before turning around again and tugging her shirtsleeve away. “i’m so, so sorry.”

Posted By Leanne On 12.15.2011 @ 3:46 pm

despite her complete lack of religious beliefs, she had always found temples to be rather ethereal places. sunlight stunningly filtered through pearly windows of sound echoed throughout the room, filling up the dark spaces with beams of light and–terrible as it may sound–life. on sunny summer afternoons, she would visit the old tree in the garden by the back of her local buddhist temple and watch the monks sit and pray; it was calming to her, and even if she herself didn’t believe in any one of the gods, she believed in a god. her god.

Posted By Leanne On 12.14.2011 @ 3:45 pm

there was a palette of emotions to choose from, she thought as she mused over her latest creation. he could be funny, but that would mean eliminating the already established cockiness because arrogance always decreased the value of hilarity. she would make him be one of those obnoxious child prodigies who were too smart and too perfect for their own good, but she didn’t want to play into common stereotypes.

she grinned. philosophy may have been a complete waste of a year in high school but it taught her one thing; if you don’t like the world you’re in, make one of your own.

Posted By Leanne On 12.13.2011 @ 3:56 pm

sometimes she imagined herself to be the kind of girl that would imagine being the fairy princess locked up and away in a tower among the clouds, pining and sighing away for her dashing young hero to overcome the dragon and brave the thorns to save her beautiful soul. she, however, much preferred imagining herself as the dragon who really only kidnapped the girl to save her (honestly, how many corsets can one waist take?) and befriended both the petty princess and the pompous prince. too bad she wasn’t. too bad she had every other girl’s dream and her very own little nightmare.

Posted By Leanne On 12.12.2011 @ 3:40 pm

the ballroom gown swept onto the floor and swept her off her feet; they smiled at each other in their own little world, oblivious of the whispers and the commentary and the biting insults and the shouts of the ignorant. the shimmering soft midnight blue fabric pooled onto the floor of her arms and the creamy green frumpled itself around her waistline, and they touched foreheads and simply drank each other in.

Posted By Leanne On 12.12.2011 @ 1:55 am

with a sultry smirk and a wink too sexy to be legal, she beckoned to him with a grab of his tie through the prison bars and yanked his face next to hers. stumbling and losing his balance, his hands flew up to clutch at the bars, eyes shooting daggers as her real ones stood safely behind him. “you need to loosen up, honey,” she said softly, insinuating so much more than he could have. “do something…explosive.”

“…shit,” he grit out, flinging himself away from her as the ceiling gave way and the blaring sound of a helicopter shocked its way into his eardrums. “call me,” she yelled, gripping the rope as she had gripped his heart, and left him hanging.

Posted By Leanne On 12.10.2011 @ 6:53 pm

the view from her saturday evening window was, in a word, fabulous. sparkling lights shone their way through the clear night sky, piercing the reflection of mossy eyes with uncanny clarity; the busy sidewalks were lit up with shoppers and workers, ringing laughter reaching her ears even through panes of glass and miles of layers of unknown. and in her own home, her own city, a brief smile flickered across her face as the closed the curtains and faced the light of her own life.

Posted By Leanne On 12.10.2011 @ 10:58 am

photographic prints lined her walls, coloring her room black and white and red and love. she took them all herself, some from exotic trips to the neverlands and some from crisp autumn bike trips around her own neighborhood; they ranged from scenic lined with green foliage and strangely dreamy forests to the lights of life in coffee shops and rain puddles, and it was so, so her.

Posted By Leanne On 11.09.2011 @ 4:59 pm