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ensue. sue you! you blue Sue. Blue int he face after I sue you. What will ensue? A lengthy litigation case. Nek minute! who cares. sixty seconds ain’t much. ba ba ba ba ba – pressure

Posted By Mike On 04.30.2013 @ 11:28 pm

metro- well i would associate this word with cities? metropolis? big city? big interconnected city? trains?

Posted By mike On 04.19.2013 @ 9:35 am

Wheat is good. If your wheat is neat you’re stock is complete. It feeds the hungry and helps the sweet. Wheat.

Posted By mike On 03.29.2013 @ 9:37 pm

The plan was to be covert. All he had to do was drop the powder in his companion’s drink and he would be done. It wouldn’t even be painful for him. All that he’d feel would be an overwhelming sense of drowsiness, and he’d drop like a fly. Easy as pie.

Posted By Mike On 03.16.2013 @ 3:07 pm

Jerry was a swell guy. I know, no one uses that word anymore… but for Jerry – well, it fit. Yessir, he was the kind of guy that everyone liked but nobody loved.

Posted By mike On 01.30.2013 @ 9:26 pm

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Posted By mike On 01.30.2013 @ 12:24 pm

the baby crawled into her parents room, she was looking for her mama, but she was nowhere to be found. panic filled the baby as she looked behind doors, under bed but with no luck

Posted By Mike On 01.30.2013 @ 7:15 am

a visitor came to the door, no one knew who it was or where they came from. Michael was suspicious and had a right to be. Turns out this visitor was to be feared, turns out they would never be the same.

Posted By mike On 01.28.2013 @ 9:05 pm

Cool is an ambiguous term used in today’s society to determine status. It can also be used as a way of describing temperature. My mom thinks I’m cool.

Posted By mike On 01.27.2013 @ 9:01 pm

I press onward through the snowy landscape, my legs aching and my fingers frozen against my walking stick. I know my time has come, but I refuse to give in. If this is the end, I welcome it, but I will move ahead.

Posted By Mike On 01.25.2013 @ 10:29 pm

have you ever felt the filth beneath your toes, and wondered who had stood that very place before who left flakes of skin, and strands of hair that make the dust which you now sweep?

Posted By Mike On 01.16.2013 @ 11:18 pm

Life should be about experience. Without experience, you can only hope for a long and cold life. We need to rethink life.

Posted By Mike On 01.06.2013 @ 6:34 am

He sat in the barrel for hours waiting until the coast was clear. The ship rocked back and forth. “This will be my death bed” he thought.

Posted By Mike On 01.01.2013 @ 6:48 pm

Scattering of people. Scattering of leaves. Smattering of ideas. Splattering of paint. Platform of civility. Formation of life.

Posted By Mike On 12.22.2012 @ 9:10 am

The water stired with a demented swirl as the deep threatend to swallow the boat whole. I looked into the sky above and saw only a promise of wind and a torrent of rain.

Posted By Mike On 12.15.2012 @ 4:15 pm

He saw himself in a mirror. The mirror and the image contained did not belong to him. He asked himself what all of these impressions and ideas within himself meant.

Posted By Mike On 12.01.2012 @ 7:44 am

under the C would be a D if B were over, see?

Posted By Mike On 11.27.2012 @ 12:25 pm

Local is where I am from. It is difficult to set the boundaries, but I know when I am home. It is the place of familiarity. It is the grocery store, the gas station, the post office. It is everything I know in my little “local” world.

Posted By Mike On 11.26.2012 @ 3:24 pm

sixty seconds, twenty decants, give me reason, more reflection, mirrors moorings, may/december, romance makes me want to

Posted By Mike On 11.25.2012 @ 5:29 pm

Squares have four sides. Like prison cells they trap their contents inside. There is no escape. There is no way out. All that exists in the square existed before the walls were established. Likewise, we build our walls around ourselves. Trapping ourselves in our self doubt, fear, inhibitions, and insecurities.

Posted By Mike On 11.24.2012 @ 7:42 am

and after about 10 seconds I start typing. I think waiting until it is too late to take action, perfectionism,and procrastination are dangerous for lawyers.

Posted By Mike On 11.22.2012 @ 4:15 pm

The man walked alone through the desert. As the sun reached it’s zenith over his head, he found himself standing alongside a recently dug grave. He wondered who it contained, where they had been, and where they were going before life took them away and buried them in the ground.

Posted By Mike On 10.15.2012 @ 10:23 pm

There is no way to write about the word “since”. Unless you mean the etymological roots of the word or the way it’s used in everyday speech, then this directive was incorrect in syntax. I know I’m supposed to write about some event that happened in my life and write some creative story based off of it like, “Ever since my Mother died I haven’t been the same; I’ve appreciated life far more than I ever could’ve imagined.” But I’m not going to do that SINCE it makes no sense given your basic instructions.

Posted By mike On 10.14.2012 @ 10:48 am

He always thought he was the dominant one in the relationship. He was the pursued, not the pursuer. That was until the day that she left without the word. There was just a short letter on the table.

Posted By Mike On 10.10.2012 @ 9:31 am

The sum of everything about a situation is what I see as the scene. But not everyone sees the same scene. Every aspect of that image is colored by our memories and biases to produce our own interpretations of the “scene”

Posted By Mike On 10.06.2012 @ 6:19 am

Walls are for keeping things in and others out. We put up walls not only to shelter ourselves from others, but to protect the ones we love from our dangerous volatile thoughts. The walls contain the tiny explosions of emotion not meant for the outside world, but meant only for the confines of self

Posted By Mike On 10.04.2012 @ 5:41 pm

They began with the end, as backwards as it seems. They did it the opposite way, and I am left picking up the ending and moving it to the beginning, just so we don’t get lost. I can see them through the windows though pretending to be happy.

Posted By Mike On 09.20.2012 @ 6:44 pm

They always use the word together. We’ll go together here and we’ll go together there, but I am always, always left standing asking when…where. Why didn’t you call me. if we were suppose to do this together you would have remembered I am not psychic

Posted By Mike On 09.17.2012 @ 11:06 pm

we are all together as one. no matter how bad or good it gets… we are still very tiny in our universe and we must remain together.

Posted By mike On 09.17.2012 @ 7:58 pm

sizzle and burn that’s the way he like it. Fried up to perfection with nothing other than oil. it always smelt horrible in our house in the morning, but how could I deny him his one joy. Sometimes I have that very same breakfast just to remember him.

Posted By Mike On 09.14.2012 @ 6:40 pm