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She heaved a sigh as she tried to push the rest of the trunk into her car. Sweat was gathering on her brow, and she silently scolded herself for choosing to move on one of the hottest days on record. She glanced behind her shoulder and saw him watching her. He had a big cool glass of lemonade in his hand, and small chiding smirk growing on his face. “Need some help?”

Posted By Tori On 01.03.2012 @ 9:12 pm

They say that there’s always going to be a glimmer of hope. But I never see it. I feel lost; like I’m in the middle of some crazy maze, and every single time I reach out to touch the walls, I’ll get shocked back. I’m in a hole. I’m stuck. I’m crying and I want to get out. He’s the only one there for me anymore, and he’s leaving me someday. I know it. I can’t find that glimmer of hope. Whoever said that to me – I hope you die.

Posted By Tori On 01.02.2012 @ 12:14 am

“Ughhhh, my legs feel like a cactus,” Ana whined to her sister, who, in return, rolled her eyes. “I don’t see the point in you shaving your legs tonight; it’s a first date,” the sister teased back coyly. “Unless you’re planning on a little more than a movie?” Ana sniveled her nose up, “It may be in the cards. Safe than sorry, right?”

Posted By Tori On 12.29.2011 @ 2:02 pm

Her mouth was parched as she trudge onward in the desert. He glanced behind his shoulder, and offered a charming smile. She forced a smile back. The things she was subjecting herself to for him. At first the trek seemed fun. Nice way to get that glowing tan she desperately seek in tanning beds. But now… she just felt burnt to a crisp. What foolish things love makes one do.

Posted By Tori On 12.28.2011 @ 5:39 pm

His eyes roamed over her body, and his mouth began to water as if he were tasting a fine dessert. She giggled at his lack of control, and beckoned him over to her with a finger. She breathed deeply, and leaned forward, “Kiss me, baby.” And he did. The pleasure was beyond electrifying… until the knife embedded deep into his back. She pulled back, wiped her lips, and whispered, “Burn in hell, babe.” Kissed his forehead one last time before he fell backwards, dead.

Posted By Tori On 12.27.2011 @ 1:31 pm

Sleeve , you have a sleeve on your shirts and jackets accually you have two sleeves.

Posted By tori On 12.15.2011 @ 11:25 am

She acted like a spoiled princess. Shocker, right? You’d think that someone who had her looks and brains would be walked all over. She wasn’t pretty nor could she hold a half intelligent conversation. But, hey, she had the cash. She suddenly became every man’s dream girl. Because those benjamins talk, baby. Her shoulder ran roughly into mine, bursting my bubble back to reality.

Posted By Tori On 12.12.2011 @ 2:18 pm

She got a Platinum award today???? not really sure what it means

Posted By tori On 12.07.2011 @ 11:39 am

Deserve. If you do something that is right i think you deserve something as a reward.

Posted By tori On 12.05.2011 @ 11:28 am

Obey. That’s what they always want from me. They want me to be perfect. They want me to be what everyone else isn’t. But I see myself faltering everyday. I see the cracks within the statue. The fissure is slowly growing, growing, growing… One day I’ll break. One day I’ll end it all. And I’ll look them in the eye, and whisper: “Look at what you’ve done to me.”

Posted By Tori On 12.03.2011 @ 10:17 pm

You have to study if you want to pass a test. thats what I think of when i see the word study.

Posted By tori On 11.22.2011 @ 11:46 am

Something that reminds me of a fire. Fires remind me of anger, sadness, resentment. When there is a fire I think of things going away forever. Something that you’ll never get back. Guilt for what you’ve done. Trying to hide something

Posted By Tori On 11.19.2011 @ 9:10 pm

She shuffled along in the crowded hallways. Everything seemed so huge. She felt so tiny. Someone’s elbow smashed into her ribs. She yelped, leaping sideways. She hit a tall boy. He pushed her. She stumbled across the hall, and in to a locker. This high school was sure different from her old one.

Posted By Tori On 11.18.2011 @ 9:10 pm

Shuffle could mean a few things like when you shuffle cards.But when i see the word shuffle i like of the dance move.

Posted By tori On 11.18.2011 @ 11:22 am

He couldn’t bear to let go of her hand. There was resistance in the tug he gave her, which struck him in the deepest part of his soul. She didn’t want to come with him. Their whole relationship flashed before his eyes – the sleepovers, the dinners, the valentines laced with hearts – what was he to do if she didn’t love him anymore?

Posted By Tori On 11.16.2011 @ 9:32 pm

Orchestra is basically like a band except that the instruments are string instuments.

Posted By tori On 11.14.2011 @ 11:24 am

“She has a very abstract way to look at the world,” the doctor hesitated, “And that’s just putting it nicely, Mrs. Riley. She’s got some pretty bad mental issues from what we can tell.”

Mrs. Riley heaved a heavy sigh, “Doctor, she’s been killing every pet we’ve ever had since she could walk. I’m pretty sure I realize this by now.”

Posted By Tori On 11.13.2011 @ 10:02 pm

i am positively perplexed. this word has no special meaning to me and i have nothing deep to say about it. this is a lot harder than i expected and i feel extremely stupid for not being able to come up with something worthy of reading.

Posted By tori On 11.10.2011 @ 5:57 pm

The prints came in for the pictures I took. They were fantastic. I can almost be a photographer. All my hard work has paid off. I really hope they like them. I spent so much time trying to do this. I hope I can go to school for this.

Posted By tori On 11.09.2011 @ 6:39 pm

When i think of prints i think of like animal prints. Like dog or cats prints.

Posted By tori On 11.09.2011 @ 11:22 am

The leaves are ruby red and glittering golds. A young boy is walking his lab down the leave littered streets. The dog barks happily at the falling leaves. Autumn has always been a time for laughter and merriment.

Posted By Tori On 11.07.2011 @ 4:05 pm

my favorite season is autumn with the colors changing and my birthday. it makes me think of my favorite sweatshirt and jeans weather. i think of the love of my life erik anderson when i see the leaves changing colors. its going to be cold soon. cuddle

Posted By Tori On 11.07.2011 @ 3:56 pm

I just had an epiphany and relized what and why people do that or why that happens. I think thats pretty much what it means.

Posted By tori On 11.01.2011 @ 12:26 pm

My future husband will be Logan Hartley. He’s the only person I’ve ever truly loved, and will ever truly love. He’s the man of my dreams, my ying to my yang. He balances and completes me. He’s my everything, my world. I love him.

Posted By tori On 10.30.2011 @ 4:59 pm

She was lost in the riots. They had erupted so violently, so quickly, that she had lost sight of him. He, at one point, was holding her hand. He told her everything would be fine, but they just needed to get out of the way of the police before anything real bad happened. Gun shots. People screaming, charging at the police. Dogs growling, being released. She managed to run. The paper the next morning read of five dead. One person being him. Oh, violence never solves anything.

Posted By Tori On 10.28.2011 @ 4:24 pm

I am still hoping. I still see your face. I still love you. ‘Still’ can express your lost feelings.. as well as the ones you want to save. ‘Still’ is something that expresses happiness and sadness at the same time. ‘Still’ is something amazing. I still miss you. I am still happy. I still live.

Posted By Tori On 10.28.2011 @ 10:31 am

She stood still, she could feel her heart pounding against her chest rapidly. She hoped -prayed- that she had escaped him. That maybe this was just a dream… no, a nightmare. Maybe she’d wake up? Maybe he didn’t have a gun. Maybe he wasn’t screaming, “I’m gonna kill that skank” over and over.

Posted By Tori On 10.27.2011 @ 8:29 pm

Artisery is a cool word.I really dont know what it means but it sounds pretty cool. Artisery!?

Posted By tori On 10.26.2011 @ 12:15 pm

a fresh start, the beginning to a new; the start of a feeling or awareness in a person a picture of an emotional awakening. or waking up, an early wake up

Posted By tori On 10.23.2011 @ 4:39 pm

hot chocolate. family. rainy days in bed. down comforters. sun bathing. tissues. sweaters.

Posted By tori On 10.23.2011 @ 7:03 am