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She gazed at him from across the table, batting her eyelashes. He looked disturbed, then shook his head and returned to his book. She moved closer to him, staring at him as he read. He let out an annoyed sigh and turned towards her. “What do you want?”

Posted By Stephanie On 02.15.2012 @ 11:22 am

Imagine being a butterfly. Flying wherever you wanted.. Getting to see the world… Not having to worry about responsiblity, or if someone is out there looking for you.. You just get to roam.. Free.. and… Alive..

Posted By Stephanie On 02.09.2012 @ 9:17 am

Imagine being locked in room. The only thing in the room is you. You’re surrounded by white walls.. Four corners with nowhere to go.. The white is overwhelming, Your thoughts are overflowing, How are you going to get out? Why are you here?

Posted By Stephanie On 02.08.2012 @ 8:57 am

Catching a moment that will probably never be able to be duplicated again, the exact way it happened the first time. A beautiful, solitary moment, where everything seems to be perfect… Even if it’s not. A child smiling, A tree caught in front of a beautiful sunset, Lovers kissing in the rain, A women running across the street. A man smiling, even though something tragic might of just happened…

Posted By Stephanie On 02.06.2012 @ 9:15 am

a journey through life a funny story the times you wont forget, like a weekend in vegas Epic is when you do something you never thought you would Epic is that memory forever burned into your minds eyes It’s that first kiss Last hello It is love at first sight And it is all that encompasses life

Posted By Stephanie On 02.02.2012 @ 7:29 pm

dysfunction.period. Function. Done! Times up.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.30.2012 @ 8:06 pm

You are the shadow dancing on my walls at night. You said you don’t sing or dance, that nothing functions the way it should. Tell me then how it is that after every dance I end up twirling under your arm, how do you do that without song?

Posted By Stephanie On 01.30.2012 @ 8:04 pm

Now you’re the shadow dancing on my wall at night. You said you dont sing or dance, but it turns out your a music man. Nothing with you functions so you say, but I end every dance in your arms. Tell me how you do that without song.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.30.2012 @ 8:00 pm

The cabin was dark and lonely-looking. “Hello?” Nobody answered, as expected. The dark-haired woman took a simple bag out and threw it over her shoulder. Then she noticed it. A recna, lying on the floor on it’s back, looking as hideous as ever. She killed it with a swing, then whistled sweetly as she strolled out.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.27.2012 @ 12:41 pm

In the little cabin across the road, the woman knitted, looking out of the window. Tears always streamed down her eyes. Everybody walked past it, and everybody saw her, and she saw everybody. Yet she never spoke, and they never spoke to her. That was the way it was.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.27.2012 @ 12:25 pm

What I do when I stub my toe, or can’t be heard by my boyfriend wearing headphones, but I mostly bellow when I’ve lost all control, and turn into a monster that is so loud nothing can permeate it’s voice.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.17.2012 @ 9:08 am

What I do when I stub my toe, or can’t be heard by my boyfriend wearing headphones, but I mostly bellow when I’ve lost all control, and turn into a monster that is so loud nothing can permeate it’s voice.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.17.2012 @ 9:05 am

Don’t like it. It sounds forced and harsh. Cannibalism. Unkind. Jungle….running….running….through the jungle. Scared…alone…chased….trying to get away.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.10.2012 @ 1:11 am

She looked down at the lily on the ground, and picked it up, observing it. She frowned in concentration, the green leaves clashing with the white perfection of the small flower. It seemed so delicate, she feared she may crush it. However, when her friend came towards her, she forgot the flower.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.09.2012 @ 10:57 am

Grandma’s tear remover. A place to carry tools, flowers. fruits, veggies. Wipe your hands & come to the table.

Posted By Stephanie On 01.05.2012 @ 1:41 pm

build a bridge and get over it. probably the saying i live by most. dwelling on the bad is so unhealthy. you can never move on if you dont GET OVER IT. even if it takes time, eventually you have to let th negative go so you can move forward.

Posted By Stephanie On 12.30.2011 @ 5:45 pm

Sleeves are on shirts. They can be long or short. Some shirts don’t have sleeves.

Posted By Stephanie On 12.15.2011 @ 1:03 pm

You’re in tatters. You and your gown are in fragments, shredded, and dragged through the dirt. Don’t worry though, it builds character. You’re all the better for it. Oh, does it hurt? Is it painful? Suck it up, princess. There’s no prince for you, not with a gown like that. He’s in another castle, rescuing another damsel in distress. You’re on your own. But I’m guessing that, from the state of your gown, you’ll be okay. Go rescue yourself.

Posted By Stephanie On 12.11.2011 @ 3:04 pm

obey? why? who? for what? i just need to listen to myself. i’ll fail if i don’t do that. i need to obey my feelings. my thoughts. my heart. what i think i want. what do i want? i never know

Posted By stephanie On 12.03.2011 @ 11:58 pm

i lost my marbles. or i was sure i did. i couldnt be sure. then i started to think…why the experssion “i lost my marbles.” why couldnt i lose my booby pins? or why couldnt i lose my peas? WHY MARBLES?

Posted By Stephanie On 11.27.2011 @ 12:31 pm

president. the leader of the land. head honcho. or as i like to refer to him/her….the person who sits there and doesnt do what they are supposed to :) i thought being president meant looking out for everyone in your country. so why are there still straving kids? why are there people loosing their jobs? step up your game.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.25.2011 @ 7:27 pm

I hate rules. They tell u what to do, without any explanation. I know they keep us safe, but sometimes they are just plain dumb.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.20.2011 @ 3:40 pm

Pick up your hang. Grab the next handhold. Use your legs. Step up. Release your hand. Grab the next handhold. Don’t look down. Don’t let go. Keep going. Climb up. He slowly ascends the face of ice. The icicles are the only witnesses to his journey tot he summit.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.13.2011 @ 3:16 pm

i’m absolute. i’m positive. i’m done. these choices i’ve made aren’t working, and i need to change. but change is the hardest part isn’t it? change is the one thing nobody wants to do, and the on thing you can’t force someone to do.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.10.2011 @ 11:58 pm

we were just finishing the drive to the cliffs when Sarah began shouting about all the deaths she had heard surrounding the climbs. We told her she was just being dramatic, if anything serious were to happen they would have closed the trails long ago. “Seriously, we could die,” she sighed. What an alarmist.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.06.2011 @ 1:10 pm

the last thing i saw, were the piles of tires. They were just sitting there, in my yard, like they had been for the last 19 years. my dad never was one to clean up his messes. maybe one day those tires would be gone. or maybe one day, ill come home and things wouldnt have changed at all.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.05.2011 @ 4:44 pm

its raining out. like cats and dogs. I dont know the last time I’ve seen it rain like this. its so wet out. I want to splash in the puddles tomorrow.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.05.2011 @ 12:13 am

It’s on the back of the lock. You wouldn’t be able to remember it otherwise, the scatter brain that you are. You were smart, though; you wrote the number in a code. Let’s hope you don’t for get how to read it, now. But it’s there to help, any time you forget.

Posted By Stephanie On 11.03.2011 @ 2:32 pm

this is quite a strange word. i dont think i even jknow what it means. oh well. its kind of like it is a bis strange and interesting. the word profound is rather profound…oh well. its like the pro has found something that is wiered. i cant spell good bye i can sign..

Posted By Stephanie On 11.03.2011 @ 5:58 am

He feel to the soccer field. He gave a twitch and then lied still. Miles away his girlfriend got the call. Feet away his brother watched. Together his family, friends, team and school mourned. Never again would he move. Forever he would remain simply still.

Posted By Stephanie On 10.27.2011 @ 8:54 pm