Entries By wendy
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electrocute
Death by electrocution is one of the most painful ways to die. It was invented in 1954 and death by electric chair means that the chair electrocutes you. Painful, eh? I was sentenced to die by electrocution. You’re probably wondering what I did to deserve such a painful death. Well…
Posted By Wendy On 04.27.2013 @ 5:21 am
listening
So many people don’t do this. It is what we want from others. We want others to listen and we want to be heard. I think that the term “Easy Listening” is an oxymoron.
Posted By Wendy On 03.24.2013 @ 5:47 pm
covert
And so the spy prospers for his final mission before retiring. This is the last one he had promises himself. A covert mission that only Tue best could do. That’s why they called out to him but the secret agent life wasn’t as glamorous to him. It had lost the thrill. The money could no longer satisfy him. He had everything he’d ever dreamt of, and yet, he felt empty. At a loss. Why? He didn’t know. So it was with a heavy sigh that he got into his car to head off to the plane that would take him to enemy territory.
Posted By Wendy On 03.17.2013 @ 4:07 am
eternal
Neverending. From alpha to omega. Going on long after I am gone. Is this yearning an eternal flame? JFKs eternal flame. From here to eternity. Eternal, nocturnal, vernal.
Posted By Wendy On 03.13.2013 @ 3:23 pm
tales
Tales from the dark side… oooh scary. Veggie tales… mind numbing. Homophones… tales/tails. Prehensile tails… did we come from apes? Sometimes my husband makes me believe we did.
Posted By wendy On 03.12.2013 @ 9:10 am
withered
sere, dry, old What I don’t want to be and what I fear as I age. Lifeless and past use. Dry, brittle. Gone. Her face was withered like an old apple face doll.
Posted By Wendy On 03.11.2013 @ 5:43 am
terrain
That which the runner or rider fear and conquer. The bumps on the road of life that keep it interesting or wonderful. Terrain is the ground that supports us in every endeavor. The terrain of daily life is what we overcome and own.
Posted By Wendy On 03.09.2013 @ 2:25 pm
returned
how could I return the ring even if I said I did not want to marry him? It is so pretty, the relationship is not.
Posted By wendy On 03.08.2013 @ 7:03 am
I hate to return clothing which is odd because I never try anything on. My husband returns everything! How does he do that? To me , it feel like some type of failure that I bought the wrong thing. Is this a mental problem? neurosis?
Posted By wendy On 03.08.2013 @ 6:39 am
claims
the boy claims hes innocent. the girl claims hes not. the boy claims the girl loves him. the girl claims the boy is insane. they claim the same but in different ways. but whose claims are true? his or hers. you claim the claims that are true. its up to you to claim the innocence of the boy. or his conviction. claim it. always claim it. claim it for me, you, him, her, or the dog down the street just do it. CLAIM IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted By Wendy On 02.06.2013 @ 4:00 pm
responsibility
She had a lot of responsibility on her plate. She had so much she needed to get done. There was the laundry, and then the kids needed picked up from school, and of course she needed to go grocery shopping, drop off the money at her daughter’s dance studio, call the nurses to check on her dad in the nursing home, call her boss and make sure the meeting was still on for tomorrow. So many responsibilities!
Posted By wendy On 01.24.2013 @ 9:10 pm
real
This was real. This moment right here was real and she needed to accept that. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breathe. She shook her head and tried not think about what this meant, what it all means. She smoothed out her dress and turned to face her maid of honor, Chloe. “So think I’m ready for this?” she asked softly. “Amanda, you were born ready” Chloe whispered and smiled taking her hand in hers.
Posted By wendy On 01.22.2013 @ 1:51 pm
sweep
As she swept her front porch, she noticed the neighbor kids swinging on their porch swing. Well more specifically it was her neighbor’s son and his girlfriend, maybe? She could never keep up on which girls were just friends and which one was actually something more. She smiled watching them, continuing to sweep as they continued their little fling on the porch swing.
Posted By wendy On 01.17.2013 @ 12:18 am
size
The dress was the perfect size. It would fit her in every way possible. The only problem was she didn’t have the money for such an amazing dress. She was only going to wear it once, and that was to get married. It wasn’t even a big wedding really, just a small family and friends only one at her parent’s house. She didn’t need a fancy wedding. She had always been self conscious and didn’t need the added pressures of trying to be pencil thin on her day.
Posted By wendy On 01.15.2013 @ 11:30 pm
speech
The speech was supposed to be simple. It was just an acceptance speech after all. He had four more days to finish it. After that it was due to be read in front of four hundred people as he accepted his award for saving that little girl’s life. It was not like he had planned on being a hero, it had just, well it had just happened. He smiled to himself as he thought about it, because to him it still seemed strange that he was now considered a hero.
Posted By wendy On 01.14.2013 @ 4:49 pm
end
This was it. This was the end. She sighed a little as she fumbled in her pocket for the now folded up envelope. Brushing her fingers across it, she told herself not to cry. Kissing it softly before setting it under his doorstep, she watched and waited for just a few seconds, not wanting to kill the significance of the moment.
Posted By wendy On 01.13.2013 @ 9:23 pm
compass
The tour guide stared at the compass, completely lost. He was worried that he might not be able to get the group back to the starting point, but he didn’t dare tell them that. “Everything is alright folks, we just, well we just gotta head left in a mile or two and go from there” He smiled feebly.
Posted By wendy On 01.12.2013 @ 7:57 pm
cry
She read the letters he was writing, not to her but to that other girl and she cried. She cried for the memories she had, for the times she spent laughing and smiling. She cried for the times that were horrible, the arguments and fighting and everything. She cried for it all. She needed to get rid of everything, and the only way she could think of to do that, was to burn it. Burn it all.
Posted By wendy On 01.11.2013 @ 9:59 pm
master
“Master, please don’t…don’t touch me” she whispered her voice barely audible as he caressed her arms and pulled her closer to him. She hated that he had this power over her, that she had been forced to sell herself to him for the greater good of her children. They were in a time and place where slavery and master/slave relationships should be a thing of the past, yet here she was letting him touch her, letting him tell her what to do and how to do it.
Posted By wendy On 01.10.2013 @ 5:51 pm
politician
The politicians all stood around the room, wondering what to vote next. The issue was abortion and while everyone had their own view, no one wanted to be the first to voice their vote. “Well one of has to go, or we will be here all night” said one of the senators, picking at his fingers. “I suppose we could move on to another topic, but this bill won’t go away”
Posted By wendy On 01.09.2013 @ 7:06 pm
promise
She hated that he made all these promises to her. Hated that he made them and then never kept them. He would tell her all these lies, things that he said would happen. They never did though. Not one. It made her even more upset that she never stopped believing that one day they might come true.
She sighed as she looked out the window of her mom’s minivan, watching the road go by as they drove on the 70 mph freeway.
Posted By wendy On 01.08.2013 @ 5:17 pm
female
She was the strongest woman I have ever known until that day…
Posted By Wendy On 01.01.2013 @ 5:59 am
season
The seasons mixed in. Where did one end and the other begin? The frosty nip in the air was chilling–uninviting. Warmth was far gone in this month of December. A month that would never know the feel of suntanned skin; of melting ice cream.
Posted By Wendy On 12.20.2012 @ 5:34 pm
living
To live what does it mean have I been truly living or have I been a walking corpse all along
Posted By Wendy On 12.15.2012 @ 7:37 am
satisfy
Popsicles. those are a satisfactory summer treat. Savannah and I used to eat them all the time over the summer when I was at her house. that and a ridiculous amount of gogurt. And mariokart… good childhood memories with a best friend.
Posted By Wendy On 11.19.2012 @ 2:53 pm
hundred
How many hundreds does it take to buy her life and other worldly cliches? I need a job, a house, a wife. Something to do and feel and roll between my fingers. Could money buy me that? How many hundreds, really?
Posted By Wendy On 09.29.2012 @ 9:31 am
affairs
State of affairs in the most prim and pretty, lovely instances. That’s what “it” was. If you could call it that.
Posted By Wendy On 09.25.2012 @ 4:34 pm
afraid
I was afraid of the dark, but not really the dark, I was afraid of the things in the dark. My mother used to worry alot, and worrying is a type of fear I guess. I wondere what she was
Posted By Wendy On 09.24.2012 @ 10:52 am
alive
Am I? You would say I am, but I’m not so sure. Just sitting in this appartment all day, doing nothing. Only getting out to make sure the dog pisses outside instead of all over the place.
Posted By Wendy On 09.17.2012 @ 4:50 am
