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there was a color, it´s name was magenta. ~she was very smart for her age, but the others kids didnt liked her. She knew how to speak and hoew to write, but she never had friends to play guessing words. but one day she found blue.

Posted By v On 04.22.2013 @ 4:10 am

The fire burned, crisping the soil,withering the plants nearby. the cows were knocked unconcious by the force of the blast, and the farmers…who no one knows what happened to the farmers. They were never seen again. From the depths of the forest came a crackling sloughing sound as a mutated rabbit emerged, awoken from his unnatural hibernation.

Posted By V On 12.29.2012 @ 7:56 am

никогда не думала об актуальности это не так уж и важно для меня главное чтобы нравилось,а когда нравится,ты все сможешь сделать актуальным вот :3 sorry for writing in russian!

Posted By V On 12.24.2012 @ 9:17 am

Under the bridge there was a small stream in north Germany. There lived a…

Posted By V On 11.28.2012 @ 8:19 am

I have signs. I have write signs. I want write, but I do not have time. This is my story about signs.

Posted By v On 10.02.2012 @ 6:21 am

i have no idea whats trial, you know, i think is about something about law, i speak portuguese and my vocabulary is not that good, just ok. is something like… the meeting with the judge and the loyers?

Posted By V On 09.21.2012 @ 1:19 pm

Oh I am fried! Ive been refreshing this page so that it would give me a new word. But fried keeps coming up. I am totally fried when i get back to my hometown. I have to face reality back there or else I will be fried, literally, fried. On a lighter note, Kentucky Fried Chicken back home is waaay better because of the gravy!

Posted By V On 09.15.2012 @ 4:16 am

comfort comfort comfort comfort comfort comfort comfort comfort comfort

Posted By V On 08.21.2012 @ 10:36 am

creme brulee, file mignon, yummy gourmet foods. expensive, but worth it. a “gourmet chef” has an air of superiority over a regular old chef.

Posted By v On 03.11.2012 @ 10:49 am

Own with a t, making town. Clusters of communities bunched together in a bigger, wider community of clusters. People peeking behind curtains and pointing fingers at the village idiot who accidentally put a rumour of himself out by gossiping about the wrong person: the head of the Garden Comittee who concentrate their attention to the upkeep of the local churchyard.

Posted By V On 03.04.2012 @ 12:28 pm

reminds me of “ponytail” or an actual pony. rhymes with sony.

Posted By v On 02.10.2012 @ 2:36 pm

She despised the fashion industry, and yet there she was. It was all her mother’s fault really. If she wasn’t a big name designer, there was no way in hell that she would be somewhere that she didn’t want to be without trying. But she had a fashion show to run and all the crazy models were running around half naked, trying not to rip clothing that no sane normal person would ever wear- especially in public.

Posted By V On 01.21.2012 @ 1:25 pm

my head is like a prison how i do things with so much conviction

Posted By v On 10.11.2011 @ 10:44 pm

Half what, half my heart I guess Like the half you destroyed with your stupidness Fuck you, I love you

Posted By V On 09.30.2011 @ 9:04 am

I was convinced. Convinced that my body would expand.. convinced that I would stretch, I would reach that full capacity. I wanted to engulf everything around me. I wanted to forget my boundaries, forget my physical ending. My spirit wanted to soar out of my skin, out of logic and reason. I wanted to be one with the ever-expansive fact of being alive.

Posted By V On 09.24.2011 @ 12:24 am

I liked on an avenue once. It was a dead end so not many people drove down it. This led to little to no activity. This was a known fact to the derelicts of the city and at night t became swarmed with illegal activities.

Posted By V On 08.31.2011 @ 2:17 pm

mentor. idol. infatuation. i dont know what it was about you, but before you greeted me in my own tongue i knew i was a goner. you shook my foundations, never fed me what i wanted to hear, and i loved you even more for the fact. unnattainable, but that never stopped me.

Posted By V On 06.10.2011 @ 8:00 am

I have some. They’re gross. I wish I didn’t because I’m a girl and I’m really self-conscious about them: rememerbe in high school about it. Some girls do but I really wish I didn’t – why can’t I be beautiful like every one else?

Posted By V On 05.30.2011 @ 8:58 am

that debilitating feeling in the pit of your stomach that just washes over you when you know there’s no way out, no other way, its just over, said and done

Posted By v On 05.28.2011 @ 4:59 pm

wtf?

Posted By V On 05.22.2011 @ 1:26 pm

together team um….group

Posted By v On 05.09.2011 @ 5:24 pm

guitar music musician no words soft mellow wood strings sound play

Posted By v On 04.19.2011 @ 11:43 am

thirst. i already wrote about this earlier but i didn’t really get to finish it because i signed up for an account here. i was just saying how people died of thirst all the time – thirst for water, thirst for love. what’s up with that? something should just come and quench out need for what we thirst for. seriously.

Posted By V On 04.10.2011 @ 7:40 pm

i’m thirsty. sometimes, i want to get ice tea. sometimes i want to drink alcohol. i find that softdrinks are the best with quenching my thirst but they’re ridiculously unhealthy. i also thirst for companionship. that’s weird isn’t it. that that word could be used in 2 different ways. but people die of thirst all the time.

i’m just saying.

Posted By V On 04.10.2011 @ 7:29 pm

it`s when you are aimed to do something. it`s when somebody has already known who you are and are going to be. It`s boring. It`s annoying.

Posted By V On 04.08.2011 @ 9:07 am

I have plans, big plans. I think everyone believes his or her plans to be big…but mine are ENORMOUS!!! Do you have plan envy!? Do you want to know what they are? Too bad, I’ll never tell. Shhhhhh…..

Posted By v On 04.04.2011 @ 10:16 am

I don’t know what my purpose is…I feel the need to write, but write what? Is there more out there? What is our purpose as humans? So many questions, so few answers…

Posted By v On 04.01.2011 @ 8:07 am

he was a trusted friend, loyal and loving. He lounged around the unkempt livingroom with no distain for my housekeeping skills. His name is Foster and he has beautiful blue eyes and messy hair.

Posted By v On 03.30.2011 @ 12:15 pm

time place person feeling scene concrete important culture view look eyes smile kiss

Posted By v On 03.02.2011 @ 12:15 pm

I felt my emotions flare up at the mention of his name. The burning desire and need to be with him at this moment. It was difficult to control this feeling. Indescribable in fact to name a single word to describe this passionate lust despite my knowledge that it was deeply wrong at the same time.

Posted By V On 02.16.2011 @ 1:35 am