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She stared at the sails as if they were a covered wagon.
“What?” Pinkie snapped, glaring at her, “I suppose you’ve never actually seen sails this pink, eh? And they’re not even their proper colors– they’ve faded in the sunlight. They sed to be muuuch nicer. But Edward was never good with the amount of bleach he used.”
“Listen,” said Cornelia, “I’ve never seen sails that color. Don’t they hurt peoples’ sensibilities?”
“They always scream when we come around, but I think that’s more because we’re pirates than anything.” Pinkie mused.Posted By Maria On 02.02.2012 @ 6:03 am
Hoops used to be worn under skirts. The first time I saw someone waering them, I was 15 years old. Already old enough to have worn them myself.
I put the hoops on, taking care to not pierce other sections of my ears. And then I looked at the effect in the mirror. At twenty two, I think I looked dashing enough.
Hoops. That’s what you made me jump through. At forty one, I got sick of it.
Now, I’m dancing with hula hoops and my students. I’m 63.Posted By Maria On 01.28.2012 @ 4:19 pm
The cabin, small. Dilapidated it was.
Very small. Very dilapidated.
He looked at it distastefully, wondering if he dared enter it. It looked ready to fall down at any moment. A small sliver of light behind him, the sounding of horns, made him convinced that he would only be safe in the cabin.
He pushed open the door, but before he could even look at his surroundings he was pushed back out again, and the door shut in his face.
“LET ME IN” he roared, pushing on the door.
And entering a world of gold.Posted By Maria On 01.27.2012 @ 7:25 pm
An acceptable reason for having to fix the broken-down fences was that they had been mauled by a tractor.
The unacceptable bit of this, of course, was the fact that the fences had been MAULED by a tractor.
His father couldn’t understand why Benny would have ever been mauling down fences with his old farm tractor, and his mother couldn’t understand why Benny would have been in the tractor in the first place.
Benny, youngest of three, had never been considered as the sort of boy who would be living in a tractor.
He’d always been what one called a Momma’s boy…Posted By Maria On 01.22.2012 @ 6:47 pm
You came down the runway to me and I smiled, reached out my hand to touch yours, before I realized you weren’t smiling…
And then I frowned, drew my hand away, but you were looking at me with that regal hauteur you always have, and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my head at you in that manner you always hated, and turning away.
“Where are you going?” you asked me,
“Somewhere less distasteful.” I replied, and then you jumped down, not caring at all about those clothes, and stopped me.Posted By Maria On 01.20.2012 @ 4:55 pm
There is a room with a view. A girl sits in a window. Her legs are curled up under her. In her left hand, there’s a cup of tea. Her favourite kind. No one really knows what her favourite is, because she has so many. She is looking at a man. In the garden. The man hoists up his pants, before he continues to rake the leaves.Posted By Maria On 12.10.2011 @ 12:44 am
study is the infinite place from when one can gain all the knowledge one needs and desires in his or her life whenever we study its such a passive art from which many can observe and learn from why not study? you ask well the answer is simple, one does not fully desire to.Posted By Maria On 11.22.2011 @ 1:34 pm
Laughter is the best medicine. One of my very favorite things is listening to Ben make the little girls laugh. He is so funny and breaks into all of his silly voices, makes jokes that no four and six year old would understand, and they are rolling on the floor in fits of giggles.Posted By Maria On 11.21.2011 @ 11:52 am
even though she knew it was a lie all along she couldn’t help but cry, just because everyone else knew that sometimes you have to break the rules. but she sank her fingertips into the rules as if they were a crevice on the sheer rock face she’d been climbing since she was born and closed her eyes.Posted By maria On 11.20.2011 @ 7:13 pm
Abstract. Everyone can be abstract. But the word seem s to be much more than that. We can have abstract art, personalities, life, ect, ect. The first picture rd that pops into my mind is lines and shapes. Not exactly sure why, but it does. When you have a abstract personality, is that a good thing or bad thing? What do you think it means. To me, it could mean you’re either as colorful as a rainbow or as dull as a charcoal still life drawing. Abstract.Posted By Maria On 11.14.2011 @ 10:56 am
very nice and beautiful. It contains different type of lines and shapes. Can be as colorful as a rainbow or as dull as a charcoal drawing. Abstract. Abstract can be a personality trait as well. You never know how abstract someone can be. Art. Art can define a person as well, noone knows how someone can be abstract. It’s a wonderful word to use.Posted By Maria On 11.14.2011 @ 10:51 am
you can get prints off of a camera at cvs or any other local pharmacys. prints are kinda cool. you can get them in different colors. sepia and antique prints are my favorite. sometimes i can get as many prints as i want if i have coupons because then its cheaper. i love prints and they are awsome.Posted By Maria On 11.09.2011 @ 11:01 pm
Artistic license always relates to creativity. If you are not creative, you do not have artistic license, but instead do exactly what has been done before, perhaps with extra ideas and perhaps with a bit of leeway. But you will never amke anything truly original, which probably explains why so many ideas have been done before, either in one way or another. And that is cool.Posted By Maria On 10.21.2011 @ 5:21 am
when i was a girl scout things were fun, yeah our troop tried to do a lot of work win the awards, but eventualy i think our leaders just gave up and realized we were bums and all we wanted to do was have fun. so we went to camp and we did sleepovers, mall lock ins and camping trips, the works. if we happened to earn a few badges along the way then that was cool, but mostly we were just content to be having fun and hanging out together. friends forever, or at least friends for now. it was the most fun times of my young life.Posted By Maria On 10.15.2011 @ 3:38 am
A blur of conviction passed her face and she looked stunned for a moment before frowning.
“You are a rat.” she said, clearly and distinctly. And completely in opposition to the fact that she felt quite drunk and faint.
“I am no such thing.” he said, struggling against the restraints her second cousin had placed him in. “He is.”
She frowned, looked towards Gerald, and then shook her head, feeling dizzy as she did. “No.” she said, “You are the rat.”Posted By Maria On 10.12.2011 @ 4:53 am
How dare they! Why wouldn’t they believe me? I was innocent! This accusation was idiotic! This was nothing more than a creative conviction. These people were utterly stupid if they believed that I was capable of doing that. I wouldn’t! I couldn’t! Would I? Could I?Posted By Maria On 10.11.2011 @ 3:39 pm