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Broken Interlude Makayla found herself outside in the pouring rain her hand clenched to her cell phone. The screen was glowing with the exact time: 2:56 A.M. and was flashing with voicemail messages. Her sweatshirt was heavier than lead and she was clueless on how she got where she was. Her last memory was in her bed worrying about her morning midterm. She bit her lip in disbelief of where she was.Broken Interlude
Makayla was you average teenager, but then again average varies to a lot of people. Stuck inside a seventeen-year-old body when you want to be eight is really hard. ‘Average’ Maka
by ~bluMoonThursday
Play the Strings of My HeartThe strings of my heart.Play the Strings of My Heart
The cd spins And plays its melodies As I sit and toy with words Mind games trick with magic And words blur out of sight His cuteness and sensitivity line My dreams of being comfortable With myself Pull me a trick out of that hat, Magician And throw me something I’m blind to
[chorus] Sing me a song And play the strings of my heart Pull me a trick Just one trick As I envy you Sing me a song The rippling feeling Ricocheting off my conscience
The cd spins And my mind con
by ~bluMoonThursday
Stapling ReliefThe bell rang for the last block class.Stapling Relief
“Ahh, relief. Out of this hell hole,” the artistic teenager sighed to her friend as they traveled the path down what they called a hallway. “I know… and it’s almost time,” Alli said in response as checking her wristwatch.
“Don’t make me anymore nervous than I already am,” Jaime stated back with quickness in her voice. The pace was set to high speed, you know the kind, when you set your lawn mower on fast and it moves to about the pace of a turtle? Yeah, that one. Time was wasting as the post office closed in a matter of a few minutes. Ignoring the curiou
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Penting MisconceptionsShe sits on her bed with her head buried in her favorite cloud covered pillow. The music is up all the way and lightening streaks through her window. Her mind is troubled with emotions being thrown; like ashes being spread throughout an empty field. She didn’t know where they were going to land, obviously not in the same place. Her responsibility load has gone into over drive.Penting Misconceptions
[I can’t take it anymore.]
She scours to find her car keys that go to her 1994 black Volkswagen. She jets for her bedroom door. Her hair is frazzled into a high ponytail that sways in her hurrying shadows. Her cheap flip-flops echo on the tile
by ~bluMoonThursday
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thank you for taking the time to read it all.
believe.
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"Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I wil never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me" -TBS
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"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life... It goes on." - Robert Frost (1874-1963)
love the work!
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