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In the dim light of the morning, she awoke without a sound.  In the distance she could hear vehicles zooming past on the highway and even closer she could hear the growling buzz of a lawn mower starting up.  She lay motionless for a few moments taking in all the sounds and the still unfamiliar lay of her new room.  The walls were a pale purple and the curtains were a bright white and clung to the windows gracefully like a costume to the hips of a perfectly-shaped ballerina.  Every so often the curtains sighed as the air vent breathed air into the room.  Sometimes she wondered what it would be like in this new place if the air conditioner didn't bring life into the fragile things in this house. 

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Word of the Day

comestible \kuh-MES-tuh-buhl\, adjective:

1. Suitable to be eaten; edible.
2. Something suitable to be eaten; food.

Word of the Day

fop \FOP\, noun:

A man who is overly concerned with or vain about his dress and appearance; a dandy.


Okay, so I've been a bum about my daily updates!  I apologize for that!  However!  I shall post a word of the day today!  Yay!  Be happy!

redress \rih-DRES\, transitive verb:
1. To put in order again; to set right; to emend; to revise.
2. To set right, as a wrong; to repair, as an injury; to make amends for; to remedy; to relieve from.
3. To make amends or compensation to; to relieve of anything unjust or oppressive; to bestow relief upon.

Dun dun dunnn, if you'd like to use it in a flash piece, then go ahead and post it in a comment on here!

Story: Serenidy

So I've recently posted a small part of a story I've been experimenting with in my journal. I'm not too sure where it will go but I'm liking it so far, right now I've titled it 'Serenidy' but I don't think it'll stick. It's basically about a journalist who's recently gotten a new partner and she's starting to like him but she can't get involved with her co-workers. Now she has to learn to deal or get with him because she won't risk her job. 

I'm relatively new here and I'm just getting the hang of this. I've been writing on and off for a while now but I've never actually let people read the work I create. I'm excited to get started as soon as I can. 


I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm new to the site, so I'm still getting my bearings. I am very glad I found this community.

I haven't written anything in a while. Being in an all senior's class is really frustrating. So out of the blue, I decided to write a screenplay. I know people frown upon them on the internet, but I don't give a damn. Now I know I might not be following the exact or correct rules for how a screenplay should be written, but please just try and read this (it won't take long). There's some brusque humor in it. And language.

The summary for what I have right now is really simple: A boy lives his life organic and all natural, and you get a little taste of his interesting family. That's it for now. :) Have a delicious day. 

And of course everyone knows all the rules. Yes? No stealing please? Or else I shall break into your house and steal all your DVDs. Yes? Yes.

The title is called Organic. :D


So, I wrote this as a Myspace bulletin with every intention of it being a really hateful message to someone just because I was PMSing and I wanted to blow off some steam.  I didn't mean for it to turn into an erotic poem of sorts.

I want to hit you.

I want to scream at you.

I want to punch you.

I want to kick you.

I want to sob in front of you.

I want to push you to the ground.

I want to shove you against the wall.

I want to kiss you hard.

I want to bite you.

I want to dig my nails into your skin
And rip away all of your insecurities and fear.

I want you against the wall, hot and sweaty
I want you bare-skinned and breathing hard
I want you to lay all your passions on me
I want you digging your nails into me.

I want your sinking your teeth into that spot on my neck.

I want to feel your breath behind my ear.

I want to hear your screams of ecstasy
I want to feel you squirm beneath my talents
I want to taste what you've got to offer me
I want to smell your body heat rising.



 I am sooo excited to find this web site.  I have been writing off and on for years but never thought of myself as a writer until this y.  Now i realize the you don't have to be published to be a writier.  I am starting to take the writing I do a bit more seriously (kinda).  I am still having a hard time finding the time to write the way I want.  If I write like i used to with pen and paper i can be very spontaneous and write everywhere about anything but then I have to take the time to type it up and I hate that.  But If i don't type it up it makes it harder to make changes.  I haven't found that happy middle ground yet and it is affecting what I write, believe it or not.