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i’m a pretty bad driver.. while driving a car. i love to golf. golfing’s fun. it’s fun when you drive straight & not like to the right like usual. today i suck at golf.. kinda ruined by day. but hopefully tonight will be better. but i still love golf..

Posted By Sara On 08.09.2011 @ 2:01 pm

Seifer’s words hit her like a sack of bricks. She looks at him, stunned.

“AWKWARD,” is all she says before she turns away.

Posted By Sara On 08.08.2011 @ 8:15 pm

A canvas starts out as a plain object but ends as a look into the artist’s soul. No canvas ends the same; Just as no life ends the same. Our life is like a big canvas, and we are the artists. Make your canvas worth looking back and remembering.

Posted By Sara On 08.08.2011 @ 1:47 am

Suddenly, it’s like a lightbulb going off in his head.

“Tifa,” he says suddenly. She turns to look at him with wide eyes. “I love you.”

Tifa smiles and crosses her arms. “About time you figured that out, Cloud.”

Posted By Sara On 08.06.2011 @ 1:11 pm

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Lock.

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Key.

Posted By Sara On 08.06.2011 @ 10:37 am

And key. They go to go together. You have the lock to my heart. Katie got me a lock neclace. Could go to a treasure chest. I went scuba diving and found buried treasure so much fun! There was jewelry and gold coin

Posted By Sara On 08.06.2011 @ 10:34 am

The sound of the lock on the front door was possibly the loudest thing she had ever heard. It echoed through the hallways, bounced off the walls, and hit her ears in the worst possible way. She missed the way he’d fill the silence wiht random humming.

But he’d never be back, not anymore. It hurt her to think of it, but it was for the best. Wasn’t it?

Posted By Sara On 08.06.2011 @ 1:27 am

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Posted By Sara On 08.04.2011 @ 10:46 pm

I don’t think the manager will like it, he thought to himself.

He pulled the ladder out of the storage closet and leaned it tentatively against the first set of shelves. He felt the entire structure tremble a bit against his weight as he placed his foot on the bottom rung.

Posted By sara On 08.04.2011 @ 1:54 pm

boiling have everything to do with nothing boil water eat this boil ideas dream that wonder how this relates to boiling?

Posted By Sara On 08.02.2011 @ 6:55 pm

completely my life. i miss playing piccolo the most. it was a complete getaway from the rest of the world….also i loved being the loudest instrument in the band, knowing that no matter how much everyone tried i would always be heard over EVERYONE.

Posted By Sara On 07.27.2011 @ 3:02 pm

“I’m with the band.” “What?” “Really.”

He took my hand, and we stepped into the light. I couldn’t see the audience, but I could hear them. A low buzzing noise beyond the white curtain.

Posted By Sara On 07.27.2011 @ 11:50 am

i heard the thunder coming from beyond the hills. i knew that i should leave, but i didn’t’ want to. i am normally afraid of storms or i was, but right now the idea of being caught in the thunder and rain and lightning seemed like the just the thing i needed.

Posted By Sara On 07.26.2011 @ 11:46 am

it is scary it come with thunder it brightens the sky for all to see. Lightning can be deadly and more people are struck bylightning then killled by sharks and it can be beautiful in pictures but only if your not there to get hurt.

Posted By sara On 07.25.2011 @ 4:29 pm

when you are deathly sick and you can’t get any better. A person is ill when they dont take care of themselves. Ill is basically another word for sick.

Posted By Sara On 07.24.2011 @ 12:22 pm

I jack the pumpkin king! and i have grown so tired of the same old thing. oh somewhere deep inside of these bones, an emptiness began to grow, there’s something out there far from my home, a longing that i’ve never known.

Posted By sara On 07.23.2011 @ 10:19 pm

Shady glens, cool and damp, dotted with small flowers bursting in color. If you look hard enough you can see the fairies dancing, toes skimming each bold petal.

Posted By Sara On 07.22.2011 @ 6:07 am

I picture someone yelling about some sort beleif to a crowd of people who are all protesting for some sort of change. I see them standing on something above everyone and getting them hyped for their cause.

Posted By Sara On 07.19.2011 @ 5:53 pm

I once won a trophy in a contest. I wasn’t supposed to win the trophy. I fixed the contest to ruin the real competitors’ chances of winning. I win the clever contest too apparently.

Posted By Sara On 07.19.2011 @ 8:55 am

As soon as i seen the finish line, i knew it was mine. I was in a close second, but i knew i could easily gain first place. I trailed the runner by a hair and the white line that streched across the paved road grew closer and closer. It was neck and neck then finally, i ripped across the thin cloth. The trophy was mine.

Posted By sara On 07.18.2011 @ 12:32 pm

Something not very common. No seen in everyone. Something hard to attain.

Posted By Sara On 07.14.2011 @ 10:58 am

In all manner of societies there have been rules on how best to comport yourself, and these are mirrored in all manner of literature. From how to comport yourself in detail, like the manner books put together by miss Something or Other, to mockeries, satires, like the gentle fun that Jane Austen poked at her own society in the Georgian English era. They are important rules, and not to be underestimated, because without them, our civilization would be greatly diminished and lacking. We need etiquette to call ourselves civil, and to satisfy the longing in ourselves to be morally and ethically correct. Etiquette is the nicest and most polite way to avoid hurting anyone in the slightest, and to preserve one’s dignity in trying situations.

Posted By Sara On 07.13.2011 @ 2:38 pm

the black plague was a major tragedy of the past. it is considered of of the major tragedies of the human race. the amount of people killed because of it its very large. the emergence of several health facilities if due to the black plague which exist till today.

Posted By sara On 07.12.2011 @ 4:30 pm

Her hair was straw blonde, stawlike not only in its color but in its texture as well. But how did she know this? “Put my hair up for me, will you?” And of course she could do nothing but oblige. For how else is one to react to such a girl with straw blonde hair?

Posted By Sara On 07.11.2011 @ 9:51 pm

The straw covered the earthy field in a complete haze. For miles, like the ocean rolling in the wind. It seemed no ending point was near. But she was ok with that. Escape

Posted By Sara On 07.11.2011 @ 6:00 pm

The straw covered the earthy field in a complete haze. For miles like the ocean rolling in the wind. It seemed no ending point was near. But she was ok with that. Escape

Posted By Sara On 07.11.2011 @ 5:52 pm

god i hate doing chores. even if they’re not incredibly difficult i still never want to get up and do them. it seriously is like the most annoiying thing being interupted in the middle of doing something completely mindless to be asked to do a simple chore. but when i dont do a simple thing like a chore the consequences are endless.

Posted By Sara On 07.08.2011 @ 9:28 pm

art, play, theater, music, dance, creative, creativity, fish, fishing, fishing rod,

Posted By sara On 07.06.2011 @ 12:41 pm

there was a flower in my back yard with a really long stem. realizing that in the next couple days it would bend over i picked it and put it in a vase inside my house. the flower was white and had lots of petals.

Posted By Sara On 07.05.2011 @ 4:58 pm

A braid is a magical thing. I don’t know why, but it’s always something I end up doing when I get up in the morning and don’t like what I see, because even if it doesn’t look great, it feels great. A braid is like a smooth vine that will never become rough.

Posted By Sara On 07.01.2011 @ 1:13 pm