Entries By stacey
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murder
I shot him in the back and he slumped to the ground. What had I done? I ended this man’s life. He was gone, at my doing. I turned the gun on myself. The bullet exploded through my skull. This was the end.
Posted By Stacey On 02.02.2013 @ 6:34 pm
cry
the words were too wet to read but at least outside they were drying…well actually freezing and her face was cold and burning where the tears had been. Too bad no one could hear her she thought someone might comfort her which was all she wanted, just a little softness on this cold day.
Posted By Stacey On 01.11.2013 @ 12:40 pm
raised
i was raised in a small town where everybody knows eachother. I think that it matters where you live in the way that every person is different because of this.
Posted By Stacey On 10.18.2012 @ 6:52 pm
wet
its raining so much that it got wet inside my houe. even my shoes got wet. the cat got wet and he wasn’t pleased. heck i wasn’t pleased. i need to get this place dry now before i get electricuted and
Posted By Stacey On 10.11.2012 @ 10:08 pm
help
together
We have come together somehow as a world, united together, as one. Sometimes we fall a part and are no longer together, but we always find out way back. That is whats important right? Being together in the end, but not always at the beginning. The journey is findings out way back together. As humans come together the world changes, we change, you change, and the world is a better place.
Posted By Stacey On 09.17.2012 @ 4:30 pm
key
Keys are hard to hold onto, easy to lose, and ridiculously important. Keys are the opener of doors and the lockers of homes.
Posted By Stacey On 08.04.2012 @ 2:42 pm
The key to living well is loving grandly, caring deeply, and thinking freely.
Posted By Stacey On 08.04.2012 @ 2:41 pm
jelly
weave
Weave is a hairstyle that I see a lot of black girls wear. I don’t know much about it, except that it’s fake hair. Weave could also be a verb; to weave a basket, to weave a web. Go in and out…in and out…
Posted By Stacey On 03.02.2012 @ 9:42 pm
camera
Cameras are used to take pictures. some use film and need to be developed, while others use digital formats, such as Sd cards. Cameras used to be large and clunky, but now they are built into phones. Many pictures are measured in terms of picture resolution, known as megapixels.
Posted By Stacey On 02.05.2012 @ 6:18 pm
festival
I strolled through the park uring the Winter Festival last weekend. People were having such a good time and I wondered how I could feel so alone in the middle of this raucous crowd. Was I invisible?
Posted By Stacey On 01.31.2012 @ 11:49 am
fences
Fences go around a house. They are sweet. And they look nice. Tom Sawyer had to paint one once. Wait, was that Tom Sawyer? Hmmmm, the book by Mark Twain? Oh, I like fences. I’m done and have 10 seconds left. Fail. Bye.
Posted By Stacey On 01.23.2012 @ 9:59 am
prints
In life and art, there are all kinds of prints. There are finger and handprints, photo prints and footprints. Prints are represent life and the imitation of life through art.
Posted By Stacey On 11.09.2011 @ 11:36 am
preoccupied
I am too preoccupied by 17 again to do any homework right now. However, I intentionally distracted myself with tv because articles are boring and I currently don’t give a shit about the future of the lake trout in Canada. Trout are gross. I prefer salmon. Salmon and bannock was awesome today but also I feel super full now and that
Posted By Stacey On 09.24.2011 @ 11:14 pm
convinced
i have been convinced that my boyfriend loves me. i have been convinced that there are 1 sorts of love. i dont know what to write about. im a very guluable person sometimes. if i even spelled that write. i’ll just type nonsense. i only have like 5 seconds left. they should give us 69 seconds.
Posted By stacey On 09.23.2011 @ 12:38 pm
deer
Oh how you run in front of my car and freak me out. Seeing many of your family lying lifeless on the road, saddens me. Why don’t you stay inside the forest? Why aren’t you frightened by the roaring cars? Your eyes reflect, I slow down. You and your little ones make it across the danger zone safely this time. With others be as observant as I? I can only do my part and pay attention.
Posted By Stacey On 08.18.2011 @ 2:46 pm
Deer run in the forest. The are sweet, like Bambi. Deer are also very graceful, but often hunted for meat and sport. Deer will be trapped in the headlights of a car, freezing in place. Deer have fluffy tails.
Posted By Stacey On 08.18.2011 @ 2:35 pm
succeed
success is everyone’s goal, isn’t it? it is what everyone works so hard for, what everyone dreams of as they stress out in school and all throughout life. but when they are on their deathbed, what is success? what does “succeed” mean? maybe it will mean taking that one chance that one time. or making that one friend that one time. or breaking up with that bad boyfriend/girlfriend that one time to make room in their life for another.
Posted By stacey On 08.17.2011 @ 10:41 pm
punishment
I associate this word with the death penalty, for some reason, and don’t like it as a motivating factor in dealing with society’s criminals. It leads to bad decision-making and social policy. I’m actually for the death penality (what with prison reform being where it is), but as an act of prevention – to protect the criminal’s next innocent victim – rather than as act of punishment. Punishment does not act as a deterrent against crime or other moral wrongdoing and therefore should not be a motivating factor for legislatures or voters in dealing with criminals.
Posted By Stacey On 08.14.2011 @ 8:28 pm
sticks
Sticks, sticks, pick up sticks all day long and make a house of sticks not bricks, but sticks. I can’t stick to anything like a diet or whatever but it sure sticks to me!
Posted By Stacey On 07.17.2011 @ 7:08 pm
straw
I have a straw tp sip my cola with. I use straw for cover for my dogs in the winter and to shelter them from the cold. we can drae straws to see who will be the one to do it!
Posted By Stacey On 07.11.2011 @ 9:32 pm
mean
i mean, what can i say. i guess it could be that mean means mean or i guess it is really all about people being mean to me or me being mean to them. i mean, do you understand what i mean? i don’t love to be mean, but sometimes i am mean. i guess that is what everyone can say. i don’t like people that are mean because a person should do unto others. at least that is my philosophy on a good day.
Posted By Stacey On 07.10.2011 @ 1:11 pm
forgetting
I forgot my own mothers face, it had been 17 years since she had gone an left me. I miss her every single day. But nothing will ever stop me from loving her. Despite everything.
Posted By Stacey On 06.08.2011 @ 9:08 am
painted
plaid
Tartan skirts of scottish people up in the glorious mountainous highlands of scotland. I’d love to see a lovely big Scotsman in some sexy plaid outfit. Boom. I’ve got nothing else to write. Too much time.
Posted By stacey On 06.06.2011 @ 4:31 am
chalkboard
I used to want to be a teacher. When we lived in North Carolina I got a chalkboard for Christmas. I was 7 or 8 maybe. I used to teach my dolls on that chalk board. My brother and I went looking for our Christmas presents that year and found them. Mom was furious. She said she was taking them all back. I was so sad. I don’t think I ever looked for my Christmas presents again.
Posted By Stacey On 06.04.2011 @ 2:17 pm
