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destruction
They look on at the destruction they caused, and they don’t feel a thing. Reno lights a cigarette as if its the only logical thing to do, and Rude takes off his shades and rubs his eyes when Reno comes home that night.
They don’t talk about it. It never comes up.
Posted By Sara On 08.26.2011 @ 11:47 am
force
You can’t force anyone to do anything unless you’re a physical force like gravity but even then you can’t force someone down if they want to be up say in a space shuttle.
Posted By Sara On 08.25.2011 @ 9:26 pm
Selphie learned early on that Irvine doesn’t force himself upon the ladies, rather forces them to force themselves onto him.
She fell for it, took the bait right out of his hands. When she’s kissing him, though, she doesn’t care about much of anything- especially that.
Posted By Sara On 08.25.2011 @ 8:44 pm
Reno was a force to be reckoned with when he was passionate about something. Whether it was the way Rude was tying his tie, an argument over what whiskey was superior, or even something as stupid as whether or not Tifa’s tits were natural.
Posted By Sara On 08.25.2011 @ 8:41 pm
umbrella
Stops the rain. Keeps you dry, warm, and happy. Protection. Cover.
Umbrella… Shade, small safe haven
Simple thought, ingenious invention
Posted By Sara On 08.24.2011 @ 12:33 pm
silk
Her skin was silky smooth, soft as you’d imagine a dove’s coo if only you could feel it. Was there more to her than that? “No,” he thought sadly. “No.” And so he let her slip away like a silk nightgown from a body.
Posted By Sara On 08.23.2011 @ 2:21 pm
Bed sheets. Red silky bed sheets. Then red boxers. The kind hot guys wear. Then for some reason, sheep. A herd of them.
Posted By Sara On 08.23.2011 @ 12:30 pm
sinking
I am sinking into the sofa and it’s going to eat me alive which is a bit bothersome because if I have to be eaten, I don’t want it be alive at all as that sounds really rather painful. I’m sure you realize that it would be painful and I’m not one for pain. I mean, sure, my life has had a lot of pain in it but it doesn’t mean I go searching for pain. I go searching for happiness and the like because that’s what makes me happy and if I can choose I would choose to be happy.
Posted By Sara On 08.23.2011 @ 10:40 am
there was a crash and then the light fell forward. it was crushing me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. i could feel the pressure like the whole world lay on my chest and then the water seeped into my eyes. the ship was gone.
Posted By sara On 08.22.2011 @ 3:44 pm
poison
poison means death, terror, and it is bad people can use poison as suicide.
Posted By Sara On 08.22.2011 @ 10:03 am
deadly painfully slow death you kill me slowly by the use of poison end the aftermath done finshed
Posted By sara On 08.21.2011 @ 6:26 pm
transport
I guess transport is when things go from one place to another. This doesn’t mean much to me but it is important for goods and exports and imports. I wish I was transported somewhere else, I am not a huge fan of where I am right now. I’d love to be transported to Bermuda or …. pretty warm happy place.
Posted By Sara On 08.20.2011 @ 6:35 pm
missed
I missed the train at the station today. Not only was it unlucky but it seemed like it was on purpose. I woke up late to find that my alarm clock had been tampered with, and that it wasn’t set to ring until an hour later then usual. It was definetly a shock. IN the end, I found out it was Roscoe, my dog, who had accidenently hit the snooze button with his paw. When I got the work and went to tell my boss why I was late, he wasn’t there. I asked Janice, the secretary, where he was, and she said that he had had the same problem as me. I obviously wasn’t the only one who had a mischevious dog, who made me miss the train to the station.
Posted By Sara On 08.19.2011 @ 5:17 pm
deer
My mother has always hated deer. She claims that it’s because they eat her tulips, but I believe it’s because she has a slight, unfounded fear of them.
Posted By Sara On 08.19.2011 @ 11:05 am
It was cold. Silver snowflakes whirled through the air, causing an intricate dance to occur within the confines of the forest. All the creatures were absent from this area that mere months ago, had been chaotically inhabited. She sat, breathing in the calm that unfurled in this bitter chill.
Posted By Sara On 08.18.2011 @ 8:24 pm
She jumped out of the forest, quickly looking around, unsure as to what had just happened. She’d been running and running, unable to shake the strange sense that the trees gave her, the sheer exhilaration as well of the sense of being calmly watched. It was unnerving, but far from unpleasant.
Posted By Sara On 08.18.2011 @ 8:18 pm
succeed
Suck-seed. Sounds inappropriate that way. Mind in the gutter. Something about a challenge. Let’s all go to the movies? Sneakers o’toole.
Posted By Sara On 08.17.2011 @ 7:35 pm
success is all about who your friends are. connections! it is also useful to know important things like how to survive being buried alive. to succeed in life all you really need is a refrigerator and love.
Posted By Sara On 08.17.2011 @ 5:25 pm
repeat
i wait for things to change but nothing ever does. it’s the same drip drop of the water. i try to hear emotion see expression. all i can do is repeat. repeat others. repeat their emotions back to them. where am i? where are my thoughts ?
Posted By sara On 08.17.2011 @ 11:06 am
thread
String. Thin, simple length of unfull material. Ties knots, holds togrther objects. A delicate material with strong usefulness.
Posted By Sara On 08.16.2011 @ 10:07 am
today sam asked me what i was thinking and i said… my thoughts are like beads on a thread… first i was thinking your eyes are so beautiful and that if you were sitting where i’m sitting the sky behind you would be making your eyes pop blue even more intensely… then i thought how much i love you.
Posted By sara On 08.15.2011 @ 10:32 pm
punishment
Some people say that Reno is a glutton for punishment.
He doesn’t disagree, because its true.
Maybe that’s why he finds himself waking up face to face with Elena and deciding not to get up and walk away.
Posted By Sara On 08.14.2011 @ 11:09 pm
Standing in the corner a thin white line I press my nose against the smooth cold wall time drips my toe pushes against a hole in my shoe I hear the clock whisper
Posted By Sara On 08.14.2011 @ 2:02 pm
discovery
I went on a trip to wonderland. It was an enchanted island in the bahamas. The trees were lucious green like I hadn’t seen in a million years, the flowers were bright colors that I had no idea existed on this planet. The discoveries which were made on the island were breathtaking. Beyond words. What intrigued me more than anything were the people. Not like Americans with pretty hair and fancy clothing, but they lived simple lives. Amazed at the vast details of the forest and taken with one another and their conversations.
Posted By Sara On 08.13.2011 @ 8:21 am
It was not a discovery that he had wanted to make.
“I hate mud,” he thought.
The crickets chirped incessantly.
A full moon sometimes makes things seems strange, out of sorts, unordinary. Bathed in the white light, the small mound seemed almost insignificant.
Posted By Sara On 08.12.2011 @ 10:12 pm
“Godammit, Shera,” Cid mumbles, pushing Shera’s dress up her thigh to look at her blackened shin. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me you had geostigma?”
She looked at him closely and turned her tear-filled eyes away. “I didn’t think you’d care, Cid.”
Cid grabbed her and held her tight to his chest. “What the fuck, Shera? That’s bullshit and you know it.”
Posted By Sara On 08.12.2011 @ 1:51 pm
answers
Quistis just wants straight answers from Seifer, but he looks at her with broken eyes and a hard face. She sighs and folds into herself. “You know, I’m done with this. I held out a hope for you but I guess it was a waste of my time.”
She sees the way his face crumples and she almost feels bad for saying it, but then again she doesn’t because he doesn’t deserve sympathy.
Posted By Sara On 08.11.2011 @ 12:42 pm
elastic
hair ties. My grandmother combing my hair. Pulling on it. How come when I comb my hair now it doesn’t hurt? She used that gold tube of goop to make it easier on me. It didn’t work. She’d always end in a braid, always.
Posted By Sara On 08.10.2011 @ 11:48 pm
