Comments on: mud

By: Allie Hill

Allie Hill — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 18:08:09 +0000

stick in the mud, my fathers cabin – something i can’t really push from my mind no matter how much I wish I could. I feel like my brain sometimes is bogged down in it, down down drenched and soaking. this is the mud from my childhood, not the playful kind but the dark ones, the kind you scrub at and cant get off even with scalding water

By: Sarah

Sarah — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 18:01:28 +0000

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By: Sarah

Sarah — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:59:47 +0000

It was cold, dark and muddy. He ran towards me silently, like always. Why? He wanted me. So much. And I wanted him too.

By: Chelsea

Chelsea — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:54:10 +0000

i was walking in the mud. it was so deap. thick like chocolate. i sank in with every step.

By: Otek

Otek — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:27:26 +0000

the mud oozed down my dress and into my underwear. This guy was in for it. I grabbed a handful of gooey mud and chucked it at Turner’s head. His perfectly coiffed hair was now just dirty, slimy, gross M.U.D.

By: Amanda June Hagarty

Amanda June Hagarty — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:20:52 +0000

Mud! I thought. Gross! It was everywhere. Between my toes. Sticky. Everytime I thought I got it all, there was another bit.

By: cass

cass — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:08:45 +0000

I roll in mud daily, it is probably the greatest activity in the world. i do it naked…

By: amber dawn

amber dawn — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:00:51 +0000

mud. i never minded mud when i was young. i’d stomp through it. search it out just to put my barefeet in it, my hands, my imagination.

By: ChelcieLynn

ChelcieLynn — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 16:55:04 +0000

Mud, something that reminds me of my childhood. Something that all kids probably played in. We didn’t care about anything, it was all just so simple. Just sitting there playing with mud. Now all we care about is how people see us. We put who knows what into our bodies. Not even knowing what it will do to us. Everything changed so much. What happened to us?

By: Misty

Misty — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 16:48:35 +0000

It was slimy sticking to my feet. My brother had grabbed the first stick he could find and started scratching the leeches from his legs. I couldn’t help but notice the stench of onions and a slight decaying scent of grass along the banks.