Voting #: 4086
I try to focus on this homework. I try to push him away but he wont leave me alone. He keeps on nudging and hitting me to try to get my attention. I try to ignore him but he is so persistent. I just have to say Kitty go away.
A303634
Monday, March 7, 2011
A House Never Forgets
Voting #: 4087
The rain falls and snow sprinkles, and still the house remembers. It remembers the smell of Thanksgiving, Christmas and birthdays. It has watched me grow up, has seen the world grow up. Still it stands silhouetted against the sky. A house never forgets a face although faces might forget it.
A301955
The rain falls and snow sprinkles, and still the house remembers. It remembers the smell of Thanksgiving, Christmas and birthdays. It has watched me grow up, has seen the world grow up. Still it stands silhouetted against the sky. A house never forgets a face although faces might forget it.
A301955
Military Wife
Voting #: 4088
My hair dances with the wind. The sun will set soon, the sky will become like coal. I often think you are here, walking next to me, breathing the same air. Then I remember how far away you are. Walking on sand not from a beach but from the desert.
A301955
My hair dances with the wind. The sun will set soon, the sky will become like coal. I often think you are here, walking next to me, breathing the same air. Then I remember how far away you are. Walking on sand not from a beach but from the desert.
A301955
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”
Voting #: 4089
And that was the end. No fireworks, no sweet embraces, no men below balconies calling to her, not even a momentous event to mark the end of a large chapter in her history. It was a feeling within her blood and bones. And only then did it start to rain.
A301939
And that was the end. No fireworks, no sweet embraces, no men below balconies calling to her, not even a momentous event to mark the end of a large chapter in her history. It was a feeling within her blood and bones. And only then did it start to rain.
A301939
Life
Voting #: 4090
As a little girl, she wanted to be a teenager.
Once a teenager, she wanted to be an adult and party.
Once in college, she wanted to start her own life.
When she had a career, she wanted to retire.
When she was old, she wanted to be little again.
A302562
As a little girl, she wanted to be a teenager.
Once a teenager, she wanted to be an adult and party.
Once in college, she wanted to start her own life.
When she had a career, she wanted to retire.
When she was old, she wanted to be little again.
A302562
Tim, you don’t pay attention.
Voting #: 4091
-Oh My God dude, are you alright?!
-No, you idiot I was just nailed by this two ton hunk of metal
-Oh My God, should I call 911?
-Nah man, I’m fine just laying here..obviously you should. Jesus it’s like talking to a door!
-Hello officer, we need help!
A302011
-Oh My God dude, are you alright?!
-No, you idiot I was just nailed by this two ton hunk of metal
-Oh My God, should I call 911?
-Nah man, I’m fine just laying here..obviously you should. Jesus it’s like talking to a door!
-Hello officer, we need help!
A302011
Word Count
Voting #: 4092
Already on the floor are wilting flower petals, crushed aphrodisiacs, and a few wrinkled bills. I can’t imagine what to purge next. The description of Joe’s glass eye? The sigh of relief his mistress gives as he leaves her? You can’t say anything with fifty words! Oh, hell – still fifty-one!
A301932
Already on the floor are wilting flower petals, crushed aphrodisiacs, and a few wrinkled bills. I can’t imagine what to purge next. The description of Joe’s glass eye? The sigh of relief his mistress gives as he leaves her? You can’t say anything with fifty words! Oh, hell – still fifty-one!
A301932
The Doormat
Voting #: 4093
People stepped on the doormat, wiping dirt and mud off their feet. No one looked back or remembered, even if their dark smudges stood out sharply against the doormat. No one noticed as the doormat stood up and left, leaving no mark except the body-shaped discoloration on the terrace floor.
A301932
People stepped on the doormat, wiping dirt and mud off their feet. No one looked back or remembered, even if their dark smudges stood out sharply against the doormat. No one noticed as the doormat stood up and left, leaving no mark except the body-shaped discoloration on the terrace floor.
A301932
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