jordannichole
Medea's stare captivated me. I couldn't look away. Then I shook my head. No. Not now. I couldn't think of something like that. Like her. It wasn't possible. There were far more important things to consider; to thing about. Her glare snapped me out of it.
"Stop looking at me like that."
Comfort. The comfort of home and comfort food. Yum. Food. Comfort food. What's comfort food to you? To me it's cornbread and chili, zucchini chowder, or roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy. Or cheesy potatoes. Or baked potatoes. A lot of potatoes, huh?
A little girl scout came to my door. I was sitting at a couch right inside the window. It was kind of weird. I looked at her through the window and I sort of looked away. I knew I had to go to the door though. She looked so pitiful. I couldn't leave her. All alone.
Compassion. I have some of it. But a lot of times people don’t. Compassion is when you give people things that they really, quite frankly, don’t deserve. You’re setting the better example, and being a trend setter, because for the most part people just don’t have compassion at all. Compassion is a character trait. You may develop it, earn it, inherit it, or just learn that way, because that’s the way your parents always acted, and so that’s how they treated you. And they raised you that way. But then again, you might have developed it yourself. It might be something that you learned to love, but it also might be something that you learned to hate. I believe that everybody deserves a second chance, and that would be my choice.
Spring fever. It's something that's kind of similar to cabin fever. They're both kinds of sicknesses that are kind of mental. You know. Not contagious or anything. Sometimes you do feel physically sick though. Sometimes when I have spring fever, I feel like I'm going to DIE if spring doesn't hurry up and come already. It does happen.
Conviction. That's a feeling. An emotion. Something that you feel once you've been convicted of something. It's almost like guilt, but conviction is a heck of a lot worse. I know. I've had conviction before. But not very badly. It gets a whole lot better once you apologize. Seriously. I would know.
Stacks of paper surrounded her. Lena was the most unorganized person you could find on the face of this planet. The papers teetered dangerously, as if testing if they wanted to tip and scatter. That had happened before. And picking them up was a tedious task. She didn't like that it was this way, but she didn't know how to control it. And even if she did, she didn't know if she'd enjoy it any other way.
He had an iron grip. Lena struggled to free herself from the firm grasp. She glared at her captor with a look that could have turned a person to ice by simply looking at it. She looked really mad. And she was too. She struggled to free herself, but the boy simply tightened his grip on her arm, causing her entire body to tense up and for shivers to go up her spine.
Sometimes things are clouded with mystery. What is mystery? When I think of mystery, T think of something that is dark and almost shady in motives. I think of villainous shapes in the darkness, shifting from shape to shape, and almost blending into the darkness. I think of criminal minds at work on their evil plans, simply waiting for someone to come along and expose them for what they really are.
Sometimes things remind you of being prosperous. When I hear the word prosperous I think of the pilgrims. I don't know why, because they were far from prosperous. They had a lot of trouble with finding the things that they needed. Don't we feel like that sometimes? Like we don't know what to do, or where to look for it?
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