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trench
A seemingly endless pit, filled with what can be seen as hopelessness and tragedy. Yet there is a certain beauty about the trench–how something can reach so far down into the earth, and unlock its secrets. Show us a world we are not used to, and have yet to explore.
Posted By Spencer On 04.09.2013 @ 9:51 am
vines
Vines are long strings. They can hang plants. Grapes grow on them. They grow in vineyards. There are multiple types of vines.
Posted By Spencer On 04.05.2013 @ 11:17 am
Vines are long strings. They can hang plants. Grapes grow on them. They grow in vineyards.
Posted By Spencer On 04.05.2013 @ 11:15 am
plague
venereal.
he’s bleeding out in a cottage in some dark jungle, somewhere out near the coast but far enough inland to prevent a real doctor from getting there.
benjamin called but he doesn’t know what’s eating him.
Posted By Spencer On 03.30.2013 @ 2:23 pm
grasped
cool
speak
When at least she found him, he was in a state of disarray. It was because of this, that words could not come. Only feelings of sadness and anger. She never thought it would come to this.
Posted By Spencer On 01.27.2013 @ 9:49 am
I remember the first time I spoke. It was in the bathtub at my parent’s house. My first word? Duck
Posted By Spencer On 01.27.2013 @ 9:47 am
ahead
promise
You pull her closer to you, looking down at her small frame and all the cuts laid on top of it. You kiss each and every one of those cuts and she begins to cry, though that’s the last thing you want her to do. You hold her close, gently stroking her hair as he body is racked with sobs; nobody else knew what you did, and nobody else was as careful and gentle and loving with her as you were. You promised to her that you still loved her, that you didn’t care about what you saw. It was true.
Posted By Spencer On 01.09.2013 @ 8:43 am
must
“Oh Cassandra, this is the dress that you absolutely must get. You look stunning!” Your mother tells you, the first she’s really spoken to you in years. You didn’t want her to go dress shopping with you, not for your wedding when she’d been far from a mother do you since you were just a child, but she insisted. The dress she had you try on is hideous; a mermaid style with horrible feathers. “Sebastian would love it on you!” “Bash will hate it, mother.” And with that, you turned away from her and went back to the dressing room to take it off immediately.
Posted By Spencer On 01.07.2013 @ 12:16 pm
reference
“Shit, Cassie, you weren’t kidding about that nurse’s outfit…” Sebastian smirked, staring directly at her boobs as she walked towards them, mesmerized by the slight jiggle with every step. “I never lie, you should know that for future reference.” She grinned as she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around him. “Ah, I’ll be sure to keep it in mind, don’t you worry about.” “Mm, good. And it feels like you know exactly what I wanted in exchange for wearing it for you.” She smirked, playfully wiggling her hips. “Happy Birthday, Bash.”
Posted By Spencer On 01.06.2013 @ 11:57 am
experience
“Phoebe, you’re so much more… experienced than I am…” Eve blushed, both of their shirts off, done in a fit of passionate snogging. “More experienced? Evey, I know nothing about… real sex. Sex that isn’t forced and painful and horrible… We’re both learning this for the first time, not to mention that I’ve never been with a girl before…” Phoebe blushed an even deeper shade of red than Eve, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Well if we’re both learning together, we might as well start now…”
Posted By Spencer On 01.05.2013 @ 4:12 pm
lord
“Dear lord, Lia, what have you done to the nursery?” Imogen had just gotten home from work, seeing the nursery that they had just put together yesterday all moved around, the crib now against the opposite wall, and Lia looking up from her spot in the rocking chair. “It seems better this way, it makes more sense…” Smiling, shaking her head, Imogen crossed the room to her girlfriend, kissing the top of her head. “You’re adorable.”
Posted By Spencer On 01.04.2013 @ 12:17 pm
placed
The dinner was set by the time Eve got home, flowers placed at the center of the table, showing how happy Phoebe was that her girlfriend was finally, finally home from another of her long business trips. The days always seemed longer, the nights impossible, but it was these days that made up for it, the days that Eve was home and back into her arms once again.
Posted By Spencer On 01.04.2013 @ 8:56 am
past
The past is a beautiful thing. It truly is something we cannot comprehend. Much like the future, the past is mysterious, unknown and forgotten. However, understanding your past can help you see your future. But truth be told, the past is only what it is based upon your interpretation of the events of your life or other’s.
Posted By Spencer On 11.28.2012 @ 2:04 pm
roar
A roar is a powerful thing: it is the call of the most powerful killer in the animal kingdom, it expresses anger and dominance.
Posted By Spencer On 11.10.2012 @ 10:39 am
crew
Crew is a word for a group of people who work upon a pirate ship. I have a crew of my own, however they are not pirates. They are my friends. I don’t normally call them my crew, though. Guess, I am not ghetto enough,
Posted By Spencer On 07.16.2012 @ 5:45 am
balloons
low and behold, there’s a balloon up there! look at it go. up up and away til it goes pop!
Posted By Spencer On 04.27.2012 @ 5:50 pm
town
I hate this town. I hate it so much. I hate where I live. Everyone judges and is in everyone’s business. There is no acceptance of differences or uniqueness. You have to be rich and a jock to be accepted it’s stupid. I have everyone at my school. They’re all stuck up and assholes. I can’t wait to get out of this bullshit town. It’s ridiculous.
Posted By Spencer On 03.05.2012 @ 10:04 am
loss
There is something to be said about loss. It’s not always something tragic. It’s always something painful. While there are often tears or fears, there is always a silver lining. There is always something learned. There is always something discovered, whether in the journey or inside yourself.
Posted By Spencer On 02.23.2012 @ 9:42 pm
couch
sherlock curled over on the couch, his hair hanging in his face. he couldn’t quite reach the remote from here and the tv was even further away, the book he was reading was under john’s bed somewhere, and he was so entirely bored but even more entirely lazy. he was tired and apathetic and all he wanted to do was fuck some shit up.
Posted By spencer On 09.22.2011 @ 3:07 am
level
get on MY level. what does that even mean? am i supposed to stoop to your level? well no, i refuse to do that. why should i stoop below something that i already am? do you want me to rise to your level? no thank you, i like where i am now and i see no reason to turn into a pompous ass like yourself. there isn’t anything about you that i want to be. i won’t want to be on your level, thank you
Posted By spencer On 08.03.2011 @ 4:01 pm
megaphone
something that makes your voice amplified. Usually used in gym class or in public spaces to get people’s attention. Its a form of a phone and is used at sporting events.
Posted By Spencer On 07.19.2011 @ 6:36 pm
expecting
She thought it was going to be a normal interview. She knew the things she had planned to say like it was nobody’s business. But then he threw her off with a smile and said, “What do you think about the inner workings of a water dispenser?” At that moment she was forced to become genuine.
Posted By Spencer On 07.09.2011 @ 11:37 am
predict
She rubbed her hands together thoughtfully, closing her heavily-eyeshadowed eyes in deep contemplation before placing one of her large palms on top of the crystal ball. “Your future,” she croaked, “lies within this stone.” I gulped, hoping beyond hope that the stone held some good future for me–or at least that when she lifted her hand that at least something would happen–and watched uneasily as her hand, on which the nails were painted a gaudy red and which was encased in skin so wrinkly I wasn’t sure it was ever smooth, tensed and lifted off of the glittering orb. “Your future will soon be revealed,” she told me solemnly as the ball filled with clouds. “For your sake, I do hope that it is prosperous.”
Posted By Spencer On 06.20.2011 @ 12:27 pm
held
“Don’t leave me,” I told him, sobbing. He was standing in the doorway holding a suitcase in one hand and his cigar in the other. “I need to,” he told me. I ran into his arms and he hugged me tightly for the last time, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough, and that’s why he was leaving me in the first place. He held me for a good minute or two. And then, criminally, he let go.
Posted By Spencer On 06.19.2011 @ 5:12 pm
wonder
I tend to sit in wonder of the glory that God has created. Up in the night sky are all these stars that make up galaxies. Yet why has He created them. I believe they are there for us to stare at in amazement of His glory.
Posted By Spencer On 06.18.2011 @ 8:21 am
train
A train is a great way to experience a country and travel a goo distance without the hubub of everyday life. Be it the regular trains of the public transport sector or the amzing bullet or tgv trains.
Posted By Spencer On 06.16.2011 @ 7:25 am
