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The boy looked to the horizon. All around were signs of a tornado. His father wasn’t back yet and he grew anxious every second. His hands fidgeted in his lap.

Posted By Tracy On 03.27.2013 @ 9:35 pm

Tales are stories. They might be epics about heroes. Heroes are what people are always looking up to, but that no one wants to be. Stories, tales are inspiring. Yet no one wants to be the one to do the things. We want others to do things for us.

Posted By Tracy On 03.11.2013 @ 11:58 am

I like to draw but I’m not as good as I would like to be so I am gong to do a course in visual arts to improve. I would like to then sell my stuff and become a reknown artist- I’m obviously not a

Posted By Tracy On 11.11.2012 @ 5:48 pm

In the seventh grade my teacher was Mrs. Bowers. She was so interactive with our class. She made us want to learn,if not for knowledge, but to avoid her wrath. She would do the craziest things, like bite Chad Olivers ear for not having his homework.

Posted By Tracy On 11.07.2012 @ 4:48 am

new clean crisp green shower water breath life swag fresh prince gangster cool shades glasses nice white shirt spring blue sky airy free outside breeze gentle smile ice cool

Posted By Tracy On 10.10.2012 @ 11:31 am

It is time to begin writing. When will you begin listening to directions? Have you any idea when we will begin this games? Where should I begin to explain this situation? Let’s begin anew. I’m almost out of time and I must begin to finish.

Posted By Tracy On 09.21.2012 @ 8:39 am

Pick a side! Pick a side! The chant was becoming louder and louder. My heart raced as I they looked at me…just me. All my “friends” had abandoned me and I was there in the middle of nothing, just by myself. If I picked the girls from my street, I was safe from getting jumped or beaten, but I would earn the name “chola”. If I picked the blond girls with the nice hair and nice clothes, I would be accepted by everyone and go be just like them, but I would also be called “white girl”.

Posted By Tracy On 08.24.2012 @ 6:46 pm

On the bright side, she was a alive. Maybe she didnt think she should be alive but she was. Her only worry was that of the boy who would take her to homecoming. She almost died and all she was worried about homecoming!

Posted By Tracy On 08.24.2012 @ 6:31 pm

On the bright side, she was a alive. Maybe she didnt think she shoyld be alive but she was. Her only worry was that of the boy who would take her to homecoming. She almost died and she was worried about homecomng!

Posted By Tracy On 08.24.2012 @ 6:24 pm

Truth or dare. I always pick truth. Yet sometimes, when I am feeling adventurous, I choose dare. I usually regret it. But it always leads to great stories.

Posted By Tracy On 08.05.2012 @ 11:12 pm

Icing is wonderful. i wish that i could have it everyday. i the chocolate one is the best but i hate the strawberry ones. those just taste plain nasty. i like icing on my cake. like ice cream cake and stuff.

Posted By tracy On 07.22.2012 @ 11:44 pm

I am passionate about science ? it makes me feel good and fascinates me a lot. The science of discovering things you like is an art by itself. The science of life is something that has never been mastered. Science in itself is a broad subject that makes you feel you dont know enough and motivates you to quench your thirst. The science of emotions is a complicated issue and needs careful analysis.

Posted By tracy On 07.05.2012 @ 9:41 pm

Every once in a while things get bad…its sad how it happens, it just sneaks up on you then “bam!” you’re in the pits. Do you have anyone to help you out? Can you climb out yourself? I certainly hope so, I’ve been stuck in the pits one too many times myself. Love helps, sometimes.

Posted By Tracy On 06.19.2012 @ 5:05 pm

sometimes life is just the pits. You think everything is going well and then your internet breaks down or the car – or worse. Luckily I know how to get out of the pits – just climb up to the top and get going again. It’s easy. Just do it.

Posted By Tracy On 06.19.2012 @ 3:33 pm

wheels grind against themselves like making grain, like your hair sheaves of wheat coming between flat surfaces. i am a flat surface and you move over the face of me a wind like wind knows what its land feels. things grind against things, and it makes motion.

Posted By Tracy On 06.07.2012 @ 11:31 pm

They are all sorts of colors. When filled with helium, they fly high. You can deflate them and the helium, if you breathe it in, will make your voice pitched higher. If you sit on a balloon, it will pop loudly. If you let some into the air, it might land in water where an animal might accidentally swallow it. I think they are bad for the environment. They are just a form a plastic. We should use paper instead, although it won’t float as well.

Posted By Tracy On 04.27.2012 @ 1:14 pm

something a bit girly, but not in the way that you’d expect, it’s a meeting of two moments not altogether pleasant, but perhaps made more accommodating by their being placed together – still, food should not be in halves.

Posted By tracy On 03.08.2012 @ 12:36 pm

it’s light but not really, just a bulk, a marginal forest, something to ooze out of you, then sinks back in, never lasts, even when you keep it high over your head.

Posted By tracy On 03.01.2012 @ 1:05 pm

Do they keep us in or out? What if we broke them all down? What if we painted them all crazy colors? What if we could see inside them? Do they keep us safe or just an illusion?

Posted By Tracy On 02.07.2012 @ 4:33 pm

He was a nice enough guy, but his hair… uhg – the oil!

Posted By Tracy On 01.08.2012 @ 9:05 am

She got away with it. I don’t see how, but you would of thought she’d been caught? Well, I just have to deal with it I guess. And give her lots of hugs! :D :D :D <3

Posted By Tracy On 12.08.2011 @ 11:59 am

Aurora doesn’t deserve to die. She doesn’t deserve to be in this sort of pain. I dont know why she did it, but she did. I cant stop her now. I’ll miss her like hell, but I cant do anything about it.

Posted By Tracy On 12.05.2011 @ 11:19 am

my brother and sister always try to convince me im adopted. xD I felt stupid because when i was little i believed them! >:D

Posted By Tracy On 09.23.2011 @ 11:21 am

port. it makes me think of a boat porting at a dock.

Posted By Tracy On 09.22.2011 @ 11:25 am

celebrate is too common of a word. seems like everyone uses it for everything these days. and if u look hard enough you can always find something to celebrate. i find it redundant. celebrating should be for a special occasions not just some flippant everyday thing. its like when people say lets celebrate life. well i celebrate life everyday when i wake up.

Posted By tracy On 09.20.2011 @ 3:27 am

trade me your soul for something more. for power, for beauty, for those things we all want. it’s just a little soul. not pricey at all is it? i could give you the world and in exchange i just want a tiny bit in return.

Posted By Tracy On 09.12.2011 @ 1:29 pm

it is silk. something soft, something durable, something valuable. seemingly delicate but can hold it’s own.

Posted By Tracy On 08.23.2011 @ 1:40 pm

the ship is sinking. i’m on it. this ship is sinking and i can’t save myself. the world is crashing. the sea is meeting me and will keep me safe in the dark. the cold cold dark. i will be safe. at last.

Posted By Tracy On 08.22.2011 @ 9:29 pm

i am poison. poison is me.

Posted By tracy On 08.22.2011 @ 9:53 am

I repeat, I don’t love you anymore. I can’t help it. It’s over. We’re over. It’s been a great ride, but I need my own space. I want to grow in a different direction. I don’t want to hurt you, that is not my intention, but I believe you need to hear the truth. No more pretending the elephant isn’t in the room.

Posted By Tracy On 08.17.2011 @ 9:51 am