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She knew that the time was scarce. The world was fading. The days had gone by so quickly, but the time has come. She felt the tube being removed, and the airstream was cut. Everything went black. And it was over, just like that.

Posted By Mikayla On 05.17.2013 @ 1:16 pm

Her writing wasn’t just hers. It was a combination of things she had picked up throughout her journey. Lengthy paragraphs embellished with bits and pieces of the memories and emotions and stories she had gathered from her surroundings. Her writing was filled with parts of not only her, but the world.

Posted By Mikayla On 02.24.2013 @ 7:54 pm

“Cool beans,” said the good sir to his young daughter as she pranced around the room. She had just received a new gift and proceeded to hug it with joy and preplex her father with the exclamation of “Cool beans!”

Posted By Mikayla On 01.27.2013 @ 2:57 pm

Past or present. Old or new. Friends or enemies.Peace or chaos. Heaven or Hell. Day or night. Love or hate. Life or death. Nothing or everything. We are the past of the future.

Posted By Mikayla On 11.28.2012 @ 2:29 pm

The past means everything and nothing. I hate looking back to a time of the past in my life, as nothing significant has happened. I’d much rather learn about the past of the past. I want to learn about dinosoaurs and colonial times.

Posted By Mikayla On 11.28.2012 @ 2:26 pm

I was at the local shop one day when I saw an elephant broswing through the cough medicine isle humming along to his own life music. I walked over to him while staring at him coursity as he picked up his trunk and grabbed a medicine box.

Posted By mikayla On 11.26.2012 @ 4:28 pm

I was at the local shop one day when I saw an elephant broswing through the cough medicine isle humming along to his own life music. I walked over to him while staring at him coursity as he picked up his trunk and grabbed a medicine box.

Posted By mikayla On 11.26.2012 @ 4:28 pm

I was late. He was going to absolutely kill me. He’d bring me back, he’d hurt me. He wouldn’t let anyone hear my screams. I was going to die. And I was going to die for being only five minutes late. It was only because I was doing my makeup how he liked it. If I didn’t, I would have been hit harder for going out in public like an abomination.

Posted By Mikayla On 11.22.2012 @ 1:38 pm

The employees were tired, oh so tired. Day after day was spent in their cubicle during nine to five shifts. They wanted out of this corporation, they wanted that escape they had dreamed about. Everyone needs an escape. These employees turned into mindless zombies.

Posted By Mikayla On 11.15.2012 @ 4:53 pm

Themselves. Nothing more nothing less. Simple yet so complex. A group, different as can be, but the same. Themselves. Nothing more could be said. Themselves.

Posted By Mikayla On 11.08.2012 @ 3:02 pm

spa ? where you are supposed to relax but never really do because you’re to worried about your stressful life.

Posted By Mikayla On 09.09.2012 @ 1:47 pm

walking on patrol, dogs barking running after me. i can’t keep up, tripping over my own feet, running away, trying to get away. fast and faster i go, they keep on my me. those officers on patrol.

Posted By mikayla On 07.20.2012 @ 6:12 am

The killer stepped silently through the brush, waiting for its next victim. As it got darker by the hour, a group of teens headed to a campfire spot where no one could hear them scream.

Posted By Mikayla On 06.30.2012 @ 3:04 pm

I will think about you all the time and how you will convict me of being the problem. I am not the convict here, you’re the one who stole my heart and broke it don’t you think that is conviction in its self? I don’t know maybe I am wrong.

Posted By Mikayla On 06.01.2012 @ 8:31 pm

Slowly, the convict was put into place. John Wilkes Booth raced towards the President, up through the steps of Ford’s Theater, only to find death for himself twelve days later.

Posted By Mikayla On 06.01.2012 @ 5:50 pm

She stuck the pencil behind her ear with enthusiasm, another scoop! Maybe her job would finally be a success! Cheerfully, she loaded her Canon camera into the passenger seat across from her as she tried to drive to the studio without creating multiple car accidents.

Posted By Mikayla On 05.30.2012 @ 2:57 pm

A reporter, hmmmm. A reporter is basically a news anchor with a twist. They have a way of picking information from you and twisting the words into a gruesome statement that was never there, never true. But reporters are often looked at too stereotypically in the world, so that judgement can not be entirely true.

Posted By Mikayla On 05.30.2012 @ 2:55 pm

i don’t like the word dismissed this is the second time that ive attempted to write about it, i thought a different word would come up and prompt me to write something of relevance, but unfortuantely this is not the case. i hate dismissing words, however i am dismissing the word dismiss because it is a load of bull. i dont know what else to say about the word and now my voice sounds like one of the train voiceovers.

Posted By mikayla On 03.10.2012 @ 2:12 am

gross nasty ewwww men running

Posted By mikayla On 03.03.2012 @ 6:23 pm

you lock my heart up every time you think about leaving. my mouth locks shut and i dont know what to do when youre mad. my eyes lock shut when i try to hide all the tears from you!

Posted By mikayla On 08.06.2011 @ 10:47 am

i held his hand for thirty seconds. thats it. he held his pride like he should of held me. taylor swift. i held my stuffed animal for 10 seconds. i wanna be held at night. i dont know what else to write not :p

Posted By mikayla On 06.20.2011 @ 8:41 am

The birth of you, that was something remarkable. Think about it. Once, you were the fastest swimmer. Created by the merging of two small cells. Then in a mere nine months, yo were born, with millions of cells.

Posted By mikayla On 05.08.2011 @ 7:52 pm

Robots are uber gay. They are only taking over peoples jobs not helping out any. theres not much robots do other than ruin life as we know it.

Posted By Mikayla On 04.19.2011 @ 8:28 pm

we are all connected by the circle of life. we are connected by technology, by heartbeats, by telephone lines and airplane seats. everything we touch, someone else has touched before. we are all pieces of mother nature come together to make perfect harmony. it is not how we are made that is important, it is how we embrace the lines that join us together. we are one

Posted By Mikayla On 04.06.2011 @ 1:40 pm

There is this galaxy inside of my head. It’s filled with planets of thoughts, orbiting and spinning around an axis. Some days, I wish some kind of natural disaster would destroy those thoughts inside this galaxy, because the thoughts slowly but surely make my life much too complicated.

Posted By Mikayla On 04.02.2011 @ 11:18 am

I am a person who has purpose. My life is extremely purposeful and nobody can change that because it’s a fact. I am full of purpose.

Posted By Mikayla On 03.31.2011 @ 12:54 pm

Great workout.

Posted By Mikayla On 03.17.2011 @ 9:37 pm

the gym is a great place to workout and release stress after a long day.

Posted By Mikayla On 03.17.2011 @ 9:35 pm

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Posted By Mikayla On 02.19.2011 @ 6:05 pm

support. when i think of the word support, i think first of women, and support groups for abuse. then form there my mind went to bras. no idea where that came from other than it stemming from “women” i suppose. anyway, support groups are a wonderful next step in the process of healing from abuse in the home.

Posted By mikayla On 01.10.2011 @ 8:41 am