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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:06 pm
The Prompts:
Week I
001. New Beginnings // 002. Cause/Effect // 003. Peace of Mind // 004. Childhood Memories // 005. Speed // 006. Mayhem // 007. Gilding a Lily //
Week II
008. First Romance // 009. Orchards // 010. Disillusionment // 011. Guardian Angels // 012. Different Ways of Thinking // 013. Consequence // 014. Gratitude //
Week III
015. Explosion // 016. Money // 017. Traveling Alone // 018. Irony // 019. Lust // 020. Identity Crisis // 021. Being Replaced
Week IV
022. Jealousy // 023. Insanity // 024. Snow Day // 025. Sculpture // 026. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder // 027. Monsters under the Bed // 028. Japan Earthquake and Tsunami //
Week V
029. Wonder // 030. Highs and Lows // 031. Catastrophe // 032. Betrayal // 033. Rules // 034. Tomorrow // 035. Rock 'n' Roll //
Week VI
036. Refugee // 037. Queen of Hearts // 038. Hangman // 039. Magic Tricks // 040. Radio // 041. Prostitution // 042. Celebrating a Birthday //
Week VII
043. Swearing // 044. Parade // 045. Phobias // 046. Suicide Notes // 047. Emotional Paranoia // 048. Missing Puzzle Pieces // 049. Black Balloon //
Week IIX
050. Graffiti // 051. Empathy // 052. Strangers // 053. Pockets // 054. Having a Stroke // 055. Promises // 056. Medicine //
Week IX
057. Social Ladder // 058. Four-Leafed Clover // 059. Divorce and Separation // 060. Brothers and Sisters // 061. Perfume // 062. Adoption // 063. Blue Jeans //
Week X
064. Paper Airplanes // 065. Marijuana // 066. An Open Door // 067. Hiding Behind Lies // 068. Archery // 069. 1990s Cartoons // 070. An Asian Food Market //
Week XI
071. A Night to Remember // 072. The Moon // 073. Guidance // 074. Dyed Flowers // 075. Wheelchairs // 076. Dedication Pages on Books // 077. A Panic Attack //
Week XII
078. Black and Blue // 079. A Beautiful Place // 080. Innocence and Guilt // 081. Romance Addiction // 082. Selfishness // 083. Mockingbirds // 084. Always a Bridesmaid //
Week XIII
085. "Break a Leg" // 086. Taking Initiative // 087. College // 088. Drama Queens // 089. Unforeseen Tragedy // 090. Loving Across Time // 091. The Four Seasons //
Week XIV
092. Abortion // 093. Gunshots // 094. A Masquerade // 095. An Unexpected Twist on the Ending // 096. Restless // 097. Running Away // 098. An Unknown Truth //
Week XV
099. Persephone // 100. Enlightenment // 101. The Martyr // 102. Alice in Wonderland // 103. Wiseman // 104. Natural Wonder // 105. The Island //
Week XVI
106. Eden // 107. Drowning // 108. Gamble // 109. Thicker than Water // 110. Clear Blue Sky // 111. Rain // 112. Halfway Home //
Week XVII
113. Dead End // 114. Stargazers // 115. Insomnia // 116. Skyscrapers // 117. Butterfly // 118. Smoke Screen // 119. What Lies Beneath //
Week XIIX
120. Losing Control // 121. Unfaithful // 122. Asylum // 123. Injury // 124. Karma // 125. Dancing // 126. Enchantment //
Week XIX
127. Shadow // 128. Red // 129. Eagle // 130. Extreme Behaviors // 131. Soundtrack // 132. Books // 133. Lithium //
Week XX
134. Paralysis // 135. Holiday // 136. Safety // 137. Secret Wishes // 138. Dishonor // 139. Accusations // 140. Motorcycle //
Week XXI
141. Requiem // 142. The American Dream // 143. Solo // 144. Leaving Home // 145. Climb // 146. Pressure // 147. Test //
Week XXII
148. Electricity // 149. Amber // 150. Bible // 151. Shock // 152. Glass Jar // 153. Dragonfly // 154. Truth or Dare //
Week XXIII
155. Relativity // 156. Reaction // 157. Winter // 158. Dolls // 159. Ink // 160. An Instant // 161. Lullaby //
Week XXIV
162. Spider Webs // 163. Fortune Telling // 164. Yin and Yang // 165. Slavery // 166. Confetti // 167. Rooftops // 168. Justice //
Week XXV
169. Scream // 170. Fabric // 171. Circus // 172. Observation // 173. Sand // 174. Love Letters // 175. Orchids //
Week XXVI
176. Owl // 177. Metal // 178. Exhale // 179. Intoxication // 180. Color Blindness // 181. Flesh // 182. Diary //
Week XXVII
183. Vacancy // 184. Sickness // 185. Playing with Fire // 186. Before // 187. Sweet Nothings // 188. Asthma // 189. Stormy Skies //
Week XXIIX
190. Red Lipstick // 191. Scissors // 192. Reflection // 193. Black Cat // 194. Siren // 195. Shallow // 196. Little Things //
Week XXIX
197. Choke // 198. Static // 199. Snowflake // 200. Honey // 201. Catch // 202. Stars in the Attic // 203. Fairy Tales //
Week XXX
204. Misunderstood // 205. Illumination // 206. Photograph // 207. Imagine // 208. Strawberry // 209. Stripes // 210. Spontaneously //
Week XXXI
211. Dust // 212. Chastity // 213. Daybreak // 214. Werewolf // 215. Eyes // 216. The Thirteenth Floor // 217. Goodbye //
Week XXXII
218. Computer // 219. Just Hold On // 220. Cross // 221. Concepts of Hell // 222. Remembering 9/11 // 223. Monsters // 224. Practicing Tolerance //
Week XXXIII
225. Broken Frames // 226. Drive // 227. No Time // 228. Wind // 229. Flag // 230. Rules // 231. Rebellion //
Week XXXIV
232. Hybrid // 233. Sweet Sixteen // 234. Poison // 235. Sleeping Beauty // 236. Burning // 237. Buzzed // 238. Pearl //
Week XXXV
239. Sword // 240. Wizard of Oz // 241. Freedom // 242. Blue Rose // 243. Codes // 244. Decisions // 245. Trickery //
Week XXXVI
246. Peril // 247. Million // 248. Beauty // 249. Tattoo // 250. Whip // 251. Tactics // 252. Battlefield //
Week XXXVII
253. Tomorrow // 254. Daily Life // 255. Language // 256. Adolescence // 257. Paradise // 258. St. Mark’s Place // 259. Blessings //
Week XIIL
260. Thunder // 261. Prison // 262. Train // 263. Abandonment // 264. Sacrifice // 265. Do Not Disturb // 266. Traps //
Week XIL
267. Challenge // 268. Starvation // 269. Alcohol // 270. Spiral // 271. Ashes, Ashes // 272. Triangle // 273. Introverted //
Week XL
274. True Colors Shown // 275. Portrait // 276. Model // 277. Shutter box // 278. Diamond // 279. Puppet // 280. Actor //
Week IXL
281. Two Roads // 282. Beauty // 283. Murder // 284. Lost // 285. Value // 286. Sobriety // 287. Sweaters //
Week IIXL
288. Tulips // 289. Resting Place // 290. The Folly // 291. Love Stories // 292. Crows // 293. Sunsets // 294. December //
Week VIIL
295. A Room // 296. Victory // 297. Defeat // 298. Tiger // 299. Peach // 300. Candle // 301. Personality //
Week VIL
302. Dreams of a City // 303. Ice // 304. Fire // 305. Legacy // 306. Law // 307. Flying // 308. Fight //
Week VL
309. Single // 310. Hesitation // 311. Healing // 312. Fantasy // 313. Building // 314. Hero // 315. Disguise //
Week IVL
316. Soul Reborn // 317. Between the Lines // 318. Fireworks // 319. Can’t // 320. Soccer // 321. Heat // 322. Raising the Bar //
Week IIIL
323. Live Your Life // 324. Parents // 325. Transcending Time // 326. In Spite of Which // 327. Naked // 328. Further // 329. Outcasts //
Week IIL
330. Calling // 331. Alternatives // 332. Elevator // 333. A Bad Decision // 334. Slow Down // 335. Past Forgiven // 336. Tree //
Week IL
337. Last One Standing // 338. Drifting // 339. Soldiers // 340. The Right Reasons // 341. Lists // 342. Open Relationship // 343. Riot //
Week L
344. Invisibility // 345. Second Chance // 346. Bridge // 347. Disturbed // 348. Stitches // 349. New Year’s Day // 350. The Mile //
Week LI
351. Perfect // 352. Hurt // 353. Exit // 354. Good Riddance // 355. Funhouse // 356. Dark Horse // 357. Sin //
Week LII
358. If I Stay // 359. Misguided Valentine // 360. Pick Up the Pieces // 361. The Bitter End // 362. Missing You // 363. Follow Me // 364. Leave Together //
Finale
365. Returning Home //
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:45 pm
//-New Beginnings-//
The New Year will come soon. A time to celebrate the changing of time, a whole year. It's all numbers. Yet we base our whole lives around numbers, don't we? Even unknowingly we follow that strange idea of time, counting the minutes, hours, days. Yet, a new year means something. To a lot, it means resolutions. A promise to yourself to stop a behavior, or maybe start one, like exercising.
These promises are usually broken though, quite soon too. After a week, you might think you deserve a break from that exercise routine, and then never get back to it. This happens to so many people that I almost don't see the point in waiting for a new year to come around to make another promise. Does it really matter when your promise is made? This writing challenge, which takes a year, won't mean any less if I start it today or a month and a half from now on the first of January. If I complete it, I will still have completed an amazing challenge in one year. I will still feel the same amount of achievement and pride.
You don't have to wait to make a promise to yourself. If it matters to you, the most important thing is not to break it. This is where I start my promise, a month and a half before the new year, but still just as important as any New Year resolution.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:48 pm
//-Cause/Effect-//
On a boat far out in uncharted waters, I leaned over the edge of cold metal railings in awe. The ocean glowed light blue, revealing beautiful creatures that were once ordinary octopuses. These octopuses were tampered with by scientists a long time ago. I didn't remember what exactly they did, and it might not have been natural, but the effects of their tampering were magnificent. The animals were left here around a hundred years ago but the small population that glowed before had grown. I almost couldn't believe that so little people knew about it, but they were dumped out in uncharted areas and kept a secret. The only reason I knew about it was my travels as a pirate. We had gotten lost and stumbled upon magic. The magic was gone now, replaced by the knowledge that science was involved, but it didn't make the occurrence any less amazing.
I took in a deep breath of ocean air, the smell of the salty waters comforting me. An octopus slowly made its way passed me, its tentacles moving gracefully behind it. I smiled at it like an old friend. They could always bring back that child like wonder in me, and I loved it. I liked to think we had a deep connection, even if we were from completely different species and never talked to each other. Maybe it was just the fact that we both lived on the same planet. That was a pretty deep thing to share, a whole world.
When my old friend was finally out of eye sight, I dragged myself away from the railing and went below deck. With a feeling of peace, I drifted of to sleep, dreaming of swimming with those magical creatures.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 9:51 pm
//-Peace of Mind-//
In the foggy mists of a dream, I chose my name. I picked the first part, Fay. I thought for a little while, contemplating what the second part could be that would justly represent me. I grumbled in frustration, but finally decided on Child. Then I chose what animal I would be, a small fox. I felt a tingling sensation, and then I was in a field with many different animals.
With a sudden burst of excitement and energy, I ran through the crowd of animals. I saw some other foxes, some birds, tigers, and a sloth. I weaved through them, sometimes jumping right over them. I barked cheerfully, my tail swinging around playfully.
I spent the whole day playing with everybody there, in that sunny haven. When the sun started to set, the sky a beautiful orange, I snuggled into the pile of my brother and sister foxes. My tail wrapped around me comfortably, and I could only wonder why I had not come here sooner. It was an Eden.
I woke up from my dream content. I felt peace after so much stress from school and my family. My savior was my own mind providing a role playing game in Eden. Although unusual, I did not complain as I got up from bed to get ready for the day.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 7:57 pm
//-Loving Across Time-//
I walked down the street of the busy city once again. It was fall, the air crisp and the sky pure blue. There was only one thing on my mind, and that was the lady with the red scarf. As I rounded the corner of the baker shop, I saw her. The lady with the red scarf! As she turned the corner up ahead, I sprinted for her.
When I was younger, around six, I was playing on a swing set by myself. My parents were sitting at a picnic table, out of hearing range. They had been fighting a lot then, and this time was no different. Sitting by myself at the empty play ground while my parents fought was almost unbearable. As I swung back and forth only slightly, I felt tears start to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks. I tried to cover my face so my parents wouldn't notice, letting my brown hair make a barrier.
That's when she came. The lady with the red scarf.
"Hey there," I heard her say in a calm, caring voice. I looked up to see her kneeling in front of me. She gave me a sympathetic smile, wiping my tears away with her thumbs. I only sniffled in response.
"You don't need to cry, sweetie. Everything is going to be okay. No matter what happens, you are loved, and you have to remember that."
She pulled me into a tight hug, and I was surprised at first, but then I wrapped my small arms around her. I didn't know why, and I didn't question it at the time, but I felt strangely comfortable with her even though she was a complete stranger.
"Things are going to be tough, okay? But I know you can handle it. You are a strong girl," she let go and kept her hands on my shoulders, "Can you remember that?"
I nodded, sniffling and wiping away stray tears. She smiled lovingly, pulling me into one last hug.
"I love you," she said, then stood up. She waved goodbye, and then walked away down the street. The last I remember of her was her brown hair and scarf blowing behind her as she walked away.
After that, I was really confused. I told my parents about her, saying that a nice lady came up and said hello. I never told them exactly what she said, and that she hugged me, which was probably for the better since they already thought the person might have been a ***** parents ended up getting a divorce a year later, and things were rough but I managed to pull through. Whenever I was really depressed, I just thought of the woman from the park.
I was now in college, living in an apartment in the city. It was nice, and I was happy to be where I was. One day when I was walking though, I caught sight of the woman with the scarf. I saw her round the corner just ahead of the baker shop and I ran after her. I chased her two blocks before I couldn't find her, and the same thing happened for almost a week. I'd see her, run, and then lose her after two blocks.
I don't know why I ran after her. I figured she must have looked much older by now, or changed her appearance, and the person could be anyone, but I still felt the same tug as I had when I first met her. As if I had to run for her because, although logic told me it wasn't her, my heart told me she was the only one it could be.
Today was just like those days, and I ran through the crowds, keeping my eyes on her red scarf. It was frustrating that no matter how fast I ran she would always seem to be faster, even though she was only walking. I started to get close to the two block mark, but I pushed myself to run even faster, despite my muscles screaming at me to take a break.
She was just about to round that last corner, that corner where she disappeared until another day, until another chase. I was closer than I usually was, and I stretched out my arm, grabbing onto her shoulder.
I stopped, my hand clamped onto her shoulder tightly, keeping her from moving. Without moving my hand, I hunched over and tried to catch my breath. After a minute, I finally looked up.
It was her. It was exactly her. She looked exactly the same, as if she wasn't even a day older. I stood there in shock.
"You've grown so much," she said with that caring smile.
"W-What?" I realized something. Not only did she look exactly the same, but I realized she looked like me. A sister I didn't know about maybe? No, it didn't add up. She was older, probably around ten to fifteen years older, but she was me.
"A-Are you...Are you me?" I dared to ask this almost ridiculous question to the lady I only talked to once, and I felt in no way stupid to ask it outright. It seemed oddly normal.
"Yes, yes I am. And you are me," she paused, "Do you understand what this means? You are going to go back, back to that little girl crying on the swing, and you are going to talk to her. You have to, or else she will feel so alone. She will feel so very alone."
The scarfed lady started to cry and I instantly pulled her into an embrace.
"Please don't leave her alone," she sobbed into the crook of my neck.
I pulled her back and wiped away the tears like she did for me. I held onto her shoulders gently, and gave her that same loving smile.
"Don't cry, please. I love you."
She smiled, stray tears still escaping. I gave her a hug, holding her as if I was putting back together her shattered emotions. She was me, and I loved her. Not the romantic kind of love, but the kind of love you have towards yourself, like respect. I loved who I was now, and I loved the girl I would become, who saved us when we were so alone and sad on that swing set. I didn't know yet how I would go back there, to that swing set long ago, but I knew I would figure it out. I would make sure that whatever became of the girl that was left utterly alone never happened, and she always have the lady in the red scarf to think about when she was going through hard times.
I let go of her, wiped her tears once more, and with a loving smile, walked away from the lady in the red scarf.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:31 pm
//-Solo-//
Solo,
On my own,
No one to see,
No where to go.
You think I would be sad,
But I'm quite the opposite.
Because there's only one place I want to be,
And that's just right here,
Just with me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 4:06 pm
//-Monsters-//
Little Lizzie coward underneath her blankets, her blue eyes peering just above her mighty shield of a comforter blanket. Across the room was the closet, which was slightly cracked open. This wouldn't have been a problem usually, but Lizzie was positive the closet was closed before she went to sleep.
She gripped her small teddy bear tightly, keeping her eyes glued to the darkness her night light did not reach. She waited for movement, a sound, or maybe just pure silence. She wasn't sure.
Silence was what she got though. She started to snuggle back into her blanket, ignoring her gut instincts. Just as she was about to doze off, she heard something moving! She flung the blanket off of herself and ran to turn on the light.
Lizzie pursed her lips, staring at the closet intently. Slowly, she made her way over to the closet, holding onto her bear for dear life. She peered in the crack, and then swiftly opened the door all the way.
She jumped back, tripping and falling on her butt. Too terrified to speak or scream, she just stared up at it in fear.
It was the creature in her closet. The creature was skinny and extremely tall, having to crouch down in the small closet. It wore a black hooded robe, and under the hood she could see a haunting sharp-toothed grin and a pair of black holes where eyes should have been.
It stood there, and she would have thought it was staring at her if it had eyes. Lizzie went to scream, to call for mommy or daddy or both, but the creature quickly moved it's clawed hand over her mouth.
"Shhh," it said as it put a finger to his mouth.
Lizzie pushed away the horrid creature callous hand and backed away as far as she could, still on the ground.
"My name is Vincent," he whispered to her, his grin never falling. "What is yours?"
Lizzie stuttered on air, and then finally squeaked, "L-Lizzie."
"Well, Lizzie, you should go back to bed," he suggested in a commanding tone, leaning toward her threateningly.
She didn't move, her legs still paralyzed from shock.
"Now."
She quickly stumbled into her bed, covering herself in her blanket and clutching her bear to her chest. Her body shook violently in fear, and her eyes did not close. She peered over to look at the thing in her closet. Vincent still stood there, his head now turned toward her direction, staring into her soul.
"Sleep!"
Lizzie jumped, burrowed her head in her blanket, and stayed there for the rest of the night. She did not sleep that night, and she did not turn around in fear of Vincent. This was the night Lizzie learned her parents had lied to her, because monsters were real.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 6:38 pm
//-Parents-//
When the sun finally started to shine out of Lizzie's window, she felt relieved. She was exhausted, but she did not dare to fall asleep, even with the safety of sunlight. She cautiously turned her head around, peeking up from underneath the covers to check the closet.
It was empty. No Vincent or any other scary creature to be seen. Lizzie sniffled, then hiccuped, and then burst out into sobs and tears.
"Mommy!" She cried out hysterically.
Lizzie did not move from her bed to get her mother, and it was not necessary either as she could be heard throughout the entire house. Her mom rushed in, wrapping Lizzie in her arms.
"Shh, Lizzie. Calm down. What's wrong? You have to tell me what's wrong or I can't help!"
"I saw a monster! There was one in the closet! You lied, mommy, you lied!"
Lizzie continued to sob, and now her mother cradled her in her arms, trying to soothe her. After about ten minutes, she had calmed down, only occasionally sniffling. Her mother later asked her about Vincent during breakfast, and Lizzie explained what had happened and what she saw.
"Well, if he shows up again, just call for me and I'll make him go away," her mother said, giving Lizzie a smile and a bowl cereal.
Lizzie had felt better after that. Not completely alright, but better. She went to her kindergarten class and enjoyed her day. She came home and played around the yard and with her mom. When bedtime started to grow close though, she started to get nervous. She wanted to avoid sleeping, taking longer to brush her teeth and playing silly games when she was supposed to get dressed.
The inevitable came though. Bedtime.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:42 pm
//-Pockets-//
"For the love of all that is holy!"
I clenched my teeth in frustration and the idea of punching random strangers started to seem like a great idea. I was now at home, trying on some new clothes I got for school. I was pleased, until I noticed something which I wished I had seen before.
I had tried on a pair of black skinny jeans, not exactly of a jean material though and not that skinny. They looked fine and were comfortable, but when I had went to put my hands in my pockets, I couldn't find them! Not my hands, of course, but the pockets!
I looked where the pockets should have been, and in their place was a thick seam to make it look like there was pockets. It was stitched to the fabric...No pocket, just a mere illusion.
Who would do this? They were skinny jeans, I get it, but they weren't skin tight! They had room for pockets! Pockets are a very useful thing. No one should take away the ability to put away small items on your person so you don't have to constantly hold them. I hate purses. You have to carry them. Not pockets though, which is great. I don't want to have to carry my phone all the time! It has to be somewhere of easy access instead of digging through my backpack or, if I had one, my purse. This place of easy access is my pocket, which these pants ruthlessly took away from me!
I put away the disappointing pants to try on more clothes that wouldn't make me regret buying them. I couldn't return the pants because I didn't have a ride to the store available any time soon. I wear the pants, as they are comfy, but I remember my bitter hatred for whoever made them when I go to put my phone in my non existing pocket.
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 10:33 pm
//-First Romance-//
Two insignificant high school students sit next to each other in math class every sixth period. These students are both a little strange, with a fascination with the weird, creepy, and sometimes quirky things in life. This fascination led them to get string dolls, a type of voodoo doll. They were cute. One student got a green one with a little red bow tie, a red belt, and black pants. The other got a white one with button eyes, a black dress, and little steam punk goggles. They both hung the dolls from their back packs.
"Has anyone said anything about your doll yet," questioned the owner of the green doll to the other.
"My friend in English thought she was cute. Another person wondered who's voodoo doll it was. I had to explain to her that these dolls aren't used for that sort of thing."
And then they continued to blabber on about the uninteresting until math class started with a whole new level of boring.
The dolls hung nicely from their backpacks, facing each other in utter silence. Well, silence to the common human at least. If you could be apart of their psychic conversation, you would have heard a rather nice meeting between the two of them.
"Um, hello. My name is Pin," introduced the green one.
"Hi there. I'm Lucy," said the white one.
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Silence. Awkward, crushing silence. Pin wanted to say something, but he was confused on what. What could possibly bring about a nice conversation?
"So, Lucy, do you like jokes?"
"Depends. Are you going to tell me one, or are you just asking?"
"Tell you one of course," Pin laughed, then continued, "How many tickles does it take to make a squid laugh?"
"I don't know, how many," she asked, playing along with the lame joke with amusement.
"Ten-tickles."
Silence.
Laughter.
"Wow, I love stupid jokes! How about this one. How often do I like jokes about elements?" She paused. "Periodically."
And so the lame joke telling continued. It led to conversations on science, which led to how they could exist scientifically, which somehow led to how they didn't understand human's math. They talked about many other things, too many things to specify as these conversations were every weekday in math class for a whole school year.
Summer was nearing. They would not see each other for a whole summer. Pin was starting to become depressed, and Lucy noticed something was wrong.
"Pin, are you alright? You seem really down lately."
"It's just summers coming..."
"So? We will see each other next school year."
"That's the thing! What if they decide we aren't cool enough anymore, or are boring, and decide to get new dolls? I hate that I might not be able to ever see you again."
Lucy stayed silent for a while. That was a really realistic option that she hadn't thought about until now.
"I have an idea, but it might not be the best."
"What is it?"
"First, I have to tell you something, Pin," and Lucy paused, partly because she was nervous and partly because she loved the suspense. "I love you."
Pin was stunned. If he had a heart, it would be leaping for joy, but he was merely string so the feeling alone would just have to do. Maybe string could leap for joy, he thought, but put that off to think about later.
"I love you too, Lucy!"
"Really? I'm so glad! So here's my idea. I know it's very difficult for us to move, but it's not impossible. If we can just untie ourselves, then we can hide here! There is a hole in the wall over there we can go so no one will try to pick us up."
Pin was thrilled, and the next day they set out with the plan. It was difficult, because it hurt to move their string bodies, but they managed to untie themselves and crawl into the nearby hole.
"I'm so glad we get to stay together. And look, we can even see the classroom still," Pin said cheerfully.
"I bet they will think their dolls were stolen, since they both disappeared at once."
They laughed together at the idea. They wondered if they would meet new dolls next school year, hanging from their owners back pack. That would be nice. They didn't really care though, because they had each other. And it stayed that way. For years they stayed in the hole, undetected by students and staff, talking and watching the classroom. They would even occasionally share lame jokes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 6:12 pm
//-An Open Door-//
They say when one door closes, another one opens. But, what if that open door can't always be trusted?
Poor Cassie died young, and she found herself in a room. It was a dark room, with curtained windows. Behind her was the door to her life, which closed with a loud bang. In front of her though, was a very friendly door opening. It appeared friendly at least. The doorway shone with a brilliant white light and Cassie smelt a hint of fresh cut grass in the air, but she could also feel a slight tug in her gut.
This little tug happens to every person who finds them self staring at this door. Most ignore it, and it is an unfortunate tragedy. Some act on it though, which is a miracle.
Cassie was one of the fewer who acted. She didn't like the strange feeling in her stomach. She looked around. A plain room with one curtained window on her left and right.
She walked over to the left window and pulled back the curtain. Through the window was a tunnel, and instead of investigating the other window or the bright door where footsteps seemed to be coming from, she quickly opened the window and jumped out.
She closed it behind her so it didn't look suspicious to the person or thing coming for her. Then she crawled through the strange tunnel.
For some the tunnel is made of dirt, and others it's made out of glass. It changes to almost anything, but the destination is always the same.
Peace.
In the tunnel is the final place. Some people call it Nirvana, others say it's Heaven. It's actual death, though. The nothingness that eventually a soul longs for, when you wish it to be over. When you want to finally rest.
The other door is something more menacing. It's life. It's being reborn as someone or something else and living all over again. You see, it's not what you do during your life that determines where you go, but what you do when you're dead.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 4:19 pm
//-Clear Blue Sky-//
A clear blue sky means nothing if you don't go outside to see. If you do, it becomes more cheerful when it's accompanied by the sound of seagulls or the crisp air of Autumn. A clear blue sky is refreshing, and when I stare up at it in wonder, I question why I should go back to class when I could just lay staring up at the sky for hours. I could stay under that sky and lose myself in blue, or take a nap in that bright sunshine that has no clouds to keep it away. But in the end I don't break the rules. To much of a hassle, so I just walk away, saving my time to gaze at it for later.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:47 pm
//-Diary-//
I am very bad at diaries. So very, very bad. I love the idea of it, but I don't have the enough drive to actually write in one everyday, and neither do I do that much that is worthy of writing.
I once had a Crunch diary. It looked like the wrapper of the candy bar and fuzzy. It was so cute. I wrote a few entries sporadically, but it eventually turned into a journal I just doodled in. They weren't even good, just ones I scribbled when I was bored. Don't know where the journal is now.
I write a lot of random "diary" entries, but they are usually just on random sheets of paper. I have them all in a box, along with other random papers from school and doodling. I try to keep track of everything as organized as possible.
Diaries are impossible for me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 8:23 pm
//-The Four Seasons-//
In the summer, she is the sun. She shines brighter than anything else, and it burns your eyes to a crisp. Then, while suffering from blindness, you also have to deal with the soul sucking heat she gives off. You can't even find a way to cool yourself off because you are blind! The summer is terrible with her!
In the autumn, she is the dead leaves on the ground. She's just in your way all the time, but you don't mind this that much because when you get to crush her, she makes the most enjoyable sounds! You've wondered if you should feel bad about this, but then you remember the summer before.
In the winter, she is the snowy cold that invades the outside world. You can't walk anywhere outside of the house without getting the inside of you shoes wet because of her. She nips at all bare skin and makes your nose feel like a Popsicle, making it impossible to breath normally! The worst thing is you kind of enjoy her torture because of Christmas, hot cocoa, and warm clothing.
In the spring, she is the beautiful flower seeds that refuse to grow in you flower bed. Apparently, she is mad at you for what you did during the autumn and now refuses to produce beautiful flowers. I would recommend not doing the same thing next year so maybe spring will be more enjoyable, but I know you still will, so why bother? Anyways, it might not be her refusing to grow, but instead you just have a very black thumb.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:58 pm
//-Drifting-//
I start with the dishes, then move on to the counters, the floor, the pile of stuff in the corner that needs to be moved, and I eventually realize I'm on a cleaning frenzy. Well, maybe not a frenzy, as it's more like purposed wandering. My brain has become a comfortable sort of numb with only the occasional thought, and it's nice. I do each task as I realize it needs to be tended to and I don't think much about it. Cleaning isn't the sort of thing that needs strained mental power.
So this is how I spent my day. Drifting in the void of mind, once in a while finding a tea cup full of thoughts, and cleaning a large portion of the house. The house looks great now! Now I have to make sure I read a chapter of the book we are working on for English.
In less than an hour, I'm finished. I eat lunch, watch a few funny YouTube videos, and then I find myself cleaning up my room and my closet. I'm drifting again. It's so peaceful, and when I realize I'm all done, I finally decide that I should go to bed.
I spent a whole afternoon with me and I realized, I am great company.
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