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I stared hard out the window, as if the trash dancing around the yard was more than mild distraction. The wind was feeling playful; launching the papers into the air, then dropping them suddenly into piles of crusty brown leaby -Hidden- 100 words, 1 comment, on May 27 7:37 AM 2008. In First person
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Words tickled the back of my neck like the feeling of icy water on a sultry day. I wasn't sure what to say back... my own efforts, pathetically subordinate to yours. It hurt for your syllables to become resonating and gong-li
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by -Hidden- 200 words, 3 comments, on Aug 28 7:30 AM 2007. In , Depression, Philosophy, Self discovery, Young adult
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I studied her as she stepped into my no-nonsense office. She surveyed her surrounds with brief wonder, taking in the clear-cut lines: the straight up and down, black and white, no in-between that marked my territory. /by -Hidden- 1300 words, on Aug 17 5:34 AM 2007. In Femme fatale
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Her face smiled at me just one last time. Her countenance spoke with warm hugs, held hands. I'm not sure where she’d got that smile. I always wished I could stop the downpour of hail, fist-shaped stones that belted her at eve
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Today is the day that I am twelve; the day that I am almost a teen; the day that I seem to gain responsibility for my own life. / A coming of age doesn't come by every birthday. Some years I almost forget I've aged atby -Hidden- 200 words, 5 comments, on Jul 25 10:34 AM 2007. In Self discovery
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Today... / Funny how today turns easily into yesterday, and a bunch of yesterdays turns into the past. / Funny how tomorrow is a symbol of hope but tomorrow becomes today, and another disregarded day in the past
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Days are countless until they are numbered.by -Hidden- <100 words, 3 comments, on Jul 10 5:55 AM 2007
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I see it’s very cold where you’re huddled. You look tired, are you not? – I don’t really need to ask, I know. You just like me to walk you through things, break them down for you; make it simple. And you know that I’m here to
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Destiny / It calls my name without words / Pulls at my heart and gently guides / My own path, destiny decides / It’s who I am, what I can become / I still don’t know where I should be /by -Hidden- 29800 words, 7 comments, on Jan 23 11:39 PM 2007
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by -Hidden- 400 words, 1 comment, on Aug 21 9:07 AM 2006. In Young adult
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Dim light filters through the smoggy air, laden with the persistant stench of cigar smoke. The darkness folds through the surrounds, twisting about the shapes of a bed of intri
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The noise was horrendous. Smashing, screeching through my ears, ploughing through my body reverberating off every bone inside of me. Even my emotions had shut down. What should
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