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12th October 2012

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Looking for Ideas →

haven’t known what to write about lately so it would be lovely to get some help from you guys. ^_^

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5th October 2012

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I want to be heard: Lucy Ann →

reposting because it’s just the right time of year for this :)

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Have you seen my friend?

Her name is Lucy Ann and she is quite thin. She is the same age as me, but her smile is ten times better. Her hair is dark brown and always in two longs braids tied off with blue bows, my favorite color. The way you would know it is her from the distance is that she is barely there. It is as if she is a hologram or something, but mom tells me that I have just been reading too many books. I promise that you haven’t found her though if you can’t sort of see through her.

She is wearing the cutest dress though and always tries to tell me that she is from 1912, but there is no way, right?

I’ve gotten off track. Her dress. That’s right. She is in her sunday best. It is such a soft color, though I can’t really tell you what color it is. When she isn’t around I can never remember the color of her dress. I do know that it is a little puffy and goes to her knees.

Oh! If you see a girl dragging a stuffed animal that looks like an actual dog, that is her. She always has Williams with her. Her dad gave him to her for her tenth birthday. He is about the same height as she is, which is just slightly shorter than me.

I am asking about her because I haven’t seen her in a few weeks. I took her to the graveyard the day I went to go visit my grandma’s grave, and she acted really strange as we walked to the grave site. At one point, I noticed she was staring at a completely different grave. I’m glad it is a small graveyard because I would have not seen her if it was any bigger. When I got over to her, I saw the tombstone said Lucinda Annabel Groston. That little girl had died in 1912 at age 10. The message said how she was a beloved daughter and sister.

Lucy Ann looked so at peace yet sad as she stared at the grave. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she finally understood. She looked up at me and smiled before taking my hand and walking with me back to the car. Once we were home, she told me that she had to go away. I asked her where she was going, but she wouldn’t give me an answer. She just smiled and walked away.

I haven’t seen her since and we have plans to go the the playground tomorrow and my best friend Rebecca’s house this Friday. Please help me find Lucy Ann.

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3rd October 2012

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A Collision of Sorts [Featured]

They took the steps two at a time, but for very different reasons.

It was just a habit for him because of his long legs as he took his time heading back to his dorm. He was walking at a slow pace, taking in all that was around him. From people in the quad throwing a football to the way the trees responded to the light breeze. He was never in a hurry to get back to his dorm where his roommate would be screaming at the screen while he played Call of Duty.

She was so ready to be back in her room where she could get away from all things school related, even if for just a moment. Taking the steps two at a time as fast as she could, thinking it would get her back to her room faster. She was staring at the ground to keep from having friends notice her or making eye contact with strangers.

Suddenly, he was falling forward as she held on to his backpack to keep from falling back down the stairs. He caught himself and looked over his shoulder to see a petit girl fussing to try to get off him as fast as possible.

"What seems to have you in such a hurry today? You were in such a rush that you didn’t notice a 6’4" guy walking ahead of you?"

She looked up in shock, now realizing how tall the guy she ran into was. Being only 5’ herself, she was amazed that she didn’t realize the shade he would have made for her. She instantly grew red and mumbled an apology as she reachd the top of the stares.

"Is that it? You are going to knock me over and run away thinking your barely audible apology will do? Come back here. There is no reason to be running back to the dorms. Unless you got a hot date of course, then excuse me and go right ahead."

She spun around, angry now, and walked back to him, meeting him at the top of the stares.

"I don’t have to give you the time of day, but I came back to point out that you are acting like a total jerk. I don’t owe you anything. I apologized for running into you, didn’t I? Are you hurt? No, at least nothing severe. So get off my case, alright? It’s a bad day, and I don’t need crap from a stranger too."

He just stood there, baffled. He has never heard someone get so mad over him trying to get them to stick around for a little longer, especially from a girl. He was the lady’s man among his friends, and there was no one that argued against that. So why was she yelling at him as if he was ruining her life by wanting to chat.

"I don’t get you. Why are you yelling at me? I was just trying to get you to relax. I’m sorry about whatever happened to make you be such a sour puss to the rest of the world, but I didn’t do anything."

"Whatever."

She turned to walk away, but he caught her hand.

"Okay. Okay. Can I try again? I’m Ethan. Do you want to get lunch? I’ll listen to you rant and you can buy me food for running into me. Sound like a plan?"

She glared at him and pulled her hand back.

"Fine. I’ll have lunch with you and make you listen to my rant, but I’m not paying for your food. Heather, by the way."

He smiled a victory smile, which instantly went back to a serious face as she glared at him once more before they headed to lunch.

This is going to be interesting. Please don’t say I just buried myself by getting her to eat with me was all her could think as they headed to the cafeteria.

________________________________________________________

There might be more to this. I don’t know, but the idea came from this.

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13th August 2012

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Lucy Ann

Have you seen my friend?

Her name is Lucy Ann and she is quite thin. She is the same age as me, but her smile is ten times better. Her hair is dark brown and always in two longs braids tied off with blue bows, my favorite color. The way you would know it is her from the distance is that she is barely there. It is as if she is a hologram or something, but mom tells me that I have just been reading too many books. I promise that you haven’t found her though if you can’t sort of see through her.

She is wearing the cutest dress though and always tries to tell me that she is from 1912, but there is no way, right?

I’ve gotten off track. Her dress. That’s right. She is in her sunday best. It is such a soft color, though I can’t really tell you what color it is. When she isn’t around I can never remember the color of her dress. I do know that it is a little puffy and goes to her knees.

Oh! If you see a girl dragging a stuffed animal that looks like an actual dog, that is her. She always has Williams with her. Her dad gave him to her for her tenth birthday. He is about the same height as she is, which is just slightly shorter than me.

I am asking about her because I haven’t seen her in a few weeks. I took her to the graveyard the day I went to go visit my grandma’s grave, and she acted really strange as we walked to the grave site. At one point, I noticed she was staring at a completely different grave. I’m glad it is a small graveyard because I would have not seen her if it was any bigger. When I got over to her, I saw the tombstone said Lucinda Annabel Groston. That little girl had died in 1912 at age 10. The message said how she was a beloved daughter and sister.

Lucy Ann looked so at peace yet sad as she stared at the grave. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she finally understood. She looked up at me and smiled before taking my hand and walking with me back to the car. Once we were home, she told me that she had to go away. I asked her where she was going, but she wouldn’t give me an answer. She just smiled and walked away.

I haven’t seen her since and we have plans to go the the playground tomorrow and my best friend Rebecca’s house this Friday. Please help me find Lucy Ann.

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26th July 2012

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The Other Half

I’ve been searching for you for these past nine years when I started dating. Until recently, I couldn’t tell you the things I was looking for in you. So let me tell you a little about yourself in my mind.

You have this way about you when it comes to my emotions and thoughts. It is like you understand that I have an extremely bad relationship with money to the point when issues with it come up, it can throw me into a panic attack. You know some different ways, eventually, that help me to calm down or to keep me from panicing at all. You have paid attention to all my little emotional signals and understand when it is okay to ask if I’m alright and when to just assume and hug me. Just little things you pay attention to when it comes to me, makes me feel so important in your eyes.

We have these conversations that stretch every limit that “reality” and science have placed out in front of us. You are willing to push my mind past what I have learned and understood to reach a further look on everything that is going on around us. I know your opinions on the smallest things because we have conversations that sometimes turn into heated arguments over all sorts of topics ranging from abortion to the better fruit. We sit and search for different articles and books that support our sides to continue the expanding of our minds and understanding.

We have moments nerdy moments over television shows and artists of every kind when we see different merchandise for them. Going off on rants to each other about the first time we watched the show or listened to the song or read a story or even saw a painting. This, of course, branches off into stories from our past, anything from family events that at first ruined the thing or dates long lost that at the time meant so much to us. We go into back stories of each character and each underlying idea behind everything.

You have a look in your eyes and a spark in your smile that just knocks me out of my socks every time. Those eyes are just pools of knowledge, memories, ideas, dreams, and emotions that I constantly take swims in to absorb more of you each and every time. That smile just makes my heart forget how to beat properly when you flash it in my direction. It doesn’t matter how long we are together, both your eyes and your smile continue to hit me like they did the first day that I saw them as if I am thrown back in time.

Don’t get me wrong, you have your flaws. We argue over petty things and have shouting matches just because one of us had a bad day. We go without talking to each other because something is wrong and have moments of bad communication. You have little things you do that just drive me up the wall that before I met you never actually bothered me, or so I thought. My need to be right just catches you the wrong way when you know for a fact that I am misinformed or ignorant about the scenario at hand.

But at the end of the day, we find a way to fix everything even if just to be able to cuddle for the night. No matter what, we cuddle each other when it is time to go to bed. You always tell me you love me before you leave and make sure to kiss and hug me. I still hide cute little notes in your stuff for work to make you smile throughout the day. You still send messages my way or buy me gifts at random times just to show you love me. 

Our scenario isn’t perfect. We both still have our pasts that have dark, dark corners, but we don’t try to pry or let it win on making problems. We accept each other for the way we are, though. We show that there is true that love brings a whole new kind of strength and understanding. I am sure there will be major issues that come along and that past will always find ways to peak its head, but we are holding hands as we fight through the darkness.

Now just to find out who you are that reaches this state with me.

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17th July 2012

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The 13th

emotionsforthepicking:

Feona woke up to finally shut off the alarm after hitting snooze four times. She couldn’t deny going to work any longer. Dragging through her morning routing, Feona looked at the calendar and froze. It was Friday the 13th of all days. This was going to be a horrid day, she knew it.

She headed back to her room to grab her sweater and shoes to be greeted by an unwanted sight. Throwing her slippers, she shouted, “Gregory! Really? You have to be at work in 20 minutes! JESUS!”

In response, Gregory rolled over and ended up falling out of the bed.

“OUCH! God, Feona! Why do you have to be like that? And calling me Gregory like you are my mother…”

“You are the one about to be late for work again. It’s 8:45 already. It is bad enough that it is Friday the 13th. I don’t need this from you!”

“Well….fuck. I’m calling in sick. I’m not giving ‘Lady Luck’ the ability to poke fun at me.”

“Whatever. I’m off to work.” Feona gave Gregory a kiss before leaving their apartment.

Once she was two blocks away, she sent a text. Shortly after, she got a call.

“Hey honey cakes. You coming straight to my office since he won’t be here, right?”

“Of course, Sugar Lips. I need to see you to keep my luck good today anyways.”

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17th July 2012

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The 13th

Feona woke up to finally shut off the alarm after hitting snooze four times. She couldn’t deny going to work any longer. Dragging through her morning routing, Feona looked at the calendar and froze. It was Friday the 13th of all days. This was going to be a horrid day, she knew it.

She headed back to her room to grab her sweater and shoes to be greeted by an unwanted sight. Throwing her slippers, she shouted, “Gregory! Really? You have to be at work in 20 minutes! JESUS!”

In response, Gregory rolled over and ended up falling out of the bed.

"OUCH! God, Feona! Why do you have to be like that? And calling me Gregory like you are my mother…"

"You are the one about to be late for work again. It’s 8:45 already. It is bad enough that it is Friday the 13th. I don’t need this from you!"

"Well….fuck. I’m calling in sick. I’m not giving ‘Lady Luck’ the ability to poke fun at me."

"Whatever. I’m off to work." Feona gave Gregory a kiss before leaving their apartment.

Once she was two blocks away, she sent a text. Shortly after, she got a call.

"Hey honey cakes. You coming straight to my office since he won’t be here, right?"

"Of course, Sugar Lips. I need to see you to keep my luck good today anyways."

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3rd July 2012

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Merissa was sitting at her desk typing yet another report for her boss. She couldn’t believe that this day was going so slow. Once she got into a rythme with her typing, she started to think about another things….

Merissa was walking with a man along the water’s edge. They were talking about everything. She wasn’t feeling the normal angst while talking to him. They were holding hands, and all se could think of was how perfectly her hand fit in the spaces of his hand. Eventually she ran from him and into the water without a warning at all.

That is when the scene changed.

She was cuddling with the guy on the couch as they watched some action movie. She felt so comfortable wrapped in his arms and the blanket, but something was bothering her in the back of her mind. She had a feeling like something wasn’t being said that she should know. She sat up to ask him.

The scene changed yet again.

She was curled up on the floor, crying as if her entire family had died. She looked next to her to see the text telling her that he was bout to see her job disappear….

wait…WHAT?

She jolts in her chair as her boss walked up to her desk. She quickly deletes the letters that her hands were sitting on when she fell into the daydream only to get the gesture from her boss that wasn’t a good sign for her job status.

If only the daydream had made it worth it.

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17th June 2012

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Prompt: write of having lost a love

When Marissa got to school, her friends realized that she was just going through the motions of the day. Jenna decided to ask her about it on their way back to class from lunch.

"Marissa! Wait up."

"Hey Jenna"

"Hun, what’s a matter? You seem like a zombie today."

Marissa looks up for the first time that day to meet Jenna’s eyes. There is an amount of pain shown in Marissa’s eye that Jenna has never seen before.

"Jenna. I don’t want to talk about it. Not here anyways."

Marissa makes a gesture to the school.

"Well, will you come over after school then? I can tell this is not a phone call conversation."

Marissa shrugs and walks into her next class. She sits with a sigh, glad to get away from Jenna’s worried stare. Everything that had happened had made her just want to curl up in a ball, but she knew better. This wasn’t the time or the place to show her pain. She met Jenna at Jenna’s locker once school was over.

"That offer for me to come over still there?"

"Oh my God, yes."

Marissa forced a smile as Jenna hugged her and closed her locker.

When they got to Jenna’s house, Marissa took a deep breath and grabbed Jenna’s hand.

"Marissa, what’s a matter? You are shaking…"

Jenna stopped talking as she looked over to see Marissa crying. Jenna instantly gets over to the other side of the car and wraps Marissa up in her arms. Marissa melted into her hug and just let it all out.

"Deary, let’s go inside where it’s more private."

Marissa nods as they both grab their bags and head into the house. When they are inside, Marissa heads straight to Jenna’s room, and Jenna follows shortly after. When Jenna gets to her room, Marissa is already curled up on the bed. Jenna decides to sit at her desk. The room is quiet for a while.

"He’s gone."

"What??"

"He broke up with me yesterday. He told me that he never loved me. He told me that he used me. I am in love with a guy that never cared for me. We were together for four years. He told me that it was all a lie. He didn’t mean any of the things he said or did for me. He called and told me this. He asked for all his stuff back. All of it. The stuff he bought for me and the stuff I borrowed. I’m in love with an asshole that left me. I lost the one person I love the most."

Jenna sits there in shock as what Marissa said sinks in. She didn’t think that the problem would be Russell. This is the guy that Marissa had been dating since eighth grade. This guy….was Jenna’s brother.

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