it didn't take much to change what they had-letters, written in one voice and read in another, hurt them both. only time could heal; or not

by anonymous on 4:18pm, 8 Dec 2009

she'd agreed to meet her writing friends in new york. little did she know their plan was to get her drunk so she'd spill her clever plots.

by anonymous on 8:05pm, 3 Dec 2009

there were times in her life when she felt she had the world on a string. times she felt it exploded in her face. today was one of them

by anonymous on 6:30pm, 7 Nov 2009

Man marries shrimp cocktail. Something fishy definitely going on.

by anonymous on 5:51am, 3 Apr 2009

Outside the city lights were glowing; men and women out on the town. Inside, she was curled up in a chair and could only think about him...

by anonymous on 12:48pm, 19 Jun 2008

A screaming comes across the sky

by anonymous on 12:40pm, 12 May 2008

busy is the theme of life. When everything is a priority, nothing is a priority.

by anonymous on 2:07pm, 29 Nov 2007