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macele · 09-22-2011, 06:13 AM

Hollylane · 09-22-2011, 09:53 PM

She strode, decidedly unladylike, into the sun dappled shadows of the forest behind the barn, putting much distance between herself and the imaginations of children who played docilely with store bought toys in pretty pink bedrooms.

In her mind's eye, the trickling creek in front of her became a great raging river that she carefully picked her way across on slippery stones, while shouldering a knapsack filled with the tools of survival. A butter knife, a roll of twine, a half eaten red licorice whip, a parchment wrapped cheese sandwich, a tattered copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and a salvaged kite, gleaned from the highest branches of the old oak at the school, that the other girls would never dream of climbing.

She found her secret place, deep in the woods, where the only attire ever worn were t-shirts, jeans, cowboy boots, and occasionally, a dusty and well worn old straw hat. No dresses, no skirts, no patent leather shoes were required here. No mother fussing over dirty fingernails, rubbing at her cheeks with a perfumed handkerchief, or moaning over a tear in her dress.

This was her world, with many grand adventures waiting to be revealed.

Hollylane · 09-23-2011, 10:44 PM

macele · 09-25-2011, 12:38 AM

my collection of memories
were auctioned a long time ago

so believing that mental miracles
happen to breakdowns like mine,
is vain magic.

but you've waited for me --
a love made of gambaru

hoping that i escape
from this concave exhaustion
... called war.

mac 9/24/11

macele · 09-25-2011, 10:13 AM

wolfbittenpoet · 10-11-2011, 06:31 PM

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Originally Posted by macele

He stood in the mist fighting down the screams of anguish that tore at his throat. He also fought down the fear that made his heart hammer in his chest. He wasn't scared of the cops though he was trespassing. No this place brought back things he couldn't run from. Memories of happy laughter and love. Memories of raging water and things in the water. Things that should not be.

Hollylane · 10-11-2011, 11:00 PM

This rusting arching metal, serves as a stark visual reminder. That which brings thrills and exuberance, melts into the mists of memory when left untended.

Hollylane · 10-11-2011, 11:13 PM

Nerdboi · 10-02-2012, 01:56 PM

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Originally Posted by macele

Please excuse the grammatical errors, am trying to get back into writing and thought this was an awesome blog to get my mind ready for writing, thanks for posting this awesome topic.

Rollercoaster

The up and down emotional rollercoaster that is "life" the unknown, the mist that surrounds me as I move into unfamilar territory. Enjoy the ride because eventually it will end, prolong it if you must and take in the thrill and experiences of it all. It may not be easy to take those twists, turns, jerks, upside down twirls, stomach churnings, but at the end there is a purpose. Strap yourself in and enjoy the ride, let gravity be your guide.

09-22-2011, 06:13 AM	#1
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09-22-2011, 09:53 PM	#2
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,359 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	This was very challenging... She strode, decidedly unladylike, into the sun dappled shadows of the forest behind the barn, putting much distance between herself and the imaginations of children who played docilely with store bought toys in pretty pink bedrooms. In her mind's eye, the trickling creek in front of her became a great raging river that she carefully picked her way across on slippery stones, while shouldering a knapsack filled with the tools of survival. A butter knife, a roll of twine, a half eaten red licorice whip, a parchment wrapped cheese sandwich, a tattered copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and a salvaged kite, gleaned from the highest branches of the old oak at the school, that the other girls would never dream of climbing. She found her secret place, deep in the woods, where the only attire ever worn were t-shirts, jeans, cowboy boots, and occasionally, a dusty and well worn old straw hat. No dresses, no skirts, no patent leather shoes were required here. No mother fussing over dirty fingernails, rubbing at her cheeks with a perfumed handkerchief, or moaning over a tear in her dress. This was her world, with many grand adventures waiting to be revealed.

09-23-2011, 10:44 PM	#3
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09-25-2011, 12:38 AM	#4
macele Member How Do You Identify?: a bold-assed maximus Preferred Pronoun?: she Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: mississippi Posts: 1,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,178 Thanked 3,231 Times in 847 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	war my collection of memories were auctioned a long time ago so believing that mental miracles happen to breakdowns like mine, is vain magic. but you've waited for me -- a love made of gambaru hoping that i escape from this concave exhaustion ... called war. mac 9/24/11

09-25-2011, 10:13 AM	#5
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10-11-2011, 11:00 PM	#7
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,359 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	This rusting arching metal, serves as a stark visual reminder. That which brings thrills and exuberance, melts into the mists of memory when left untended.

10-11-2011, 11:13 PM	#8
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