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I continued walking until my feet couldn't take it anymore. I sat down next to a log to catch my breath. "Small one, we must continue on. We must get out of these woods today." "Pooh, I'm tired. We've been walking since morning, couldn't we have a short break?" "No! We must get out of here! I fear the creatures that lie in this wood..." "You're a huge bear! Surely nothing could beat you..." "You would be surprised. Now come, we must continue." I got up and began walking again, right next to Pooh. We walked for a while, and then we came to a small clearing. We stopped, and Pooh began to collect various sticks and leaves. "Pooh, w

One day I was in a State-Of-Denial as my MixedPie burned me through my ovengloves.  So I took a sip of my ExtraEspresso as I looked at my jellysquidfish, who was looking at my CittensCollar, who seemed to be in quite the Abstract-Mindser. I called up my MasterPlanner and she recommended I call Dr-Paine, so I did. My cats kidney was going to BleedLikeAGod if I didn't FixMeKnow. So I watched as my cat cried Painless-Tears as they fixed her kidney. I bought myself some WatermelonBread and ate it as I heard somebody tell me "PotatoesAreEpic123!" I hired RocketSpy to use his Torture-Device on this person. I never knew their name, it was

I had never dealt with police before in my life, and let me say, from first hand experience, they do nothing to help the situation. They threw question after question at me, offering no consoling words, no "I'm sorry for what happened," just by-the-book procedure. After an hour of questioning me and talking to my mother, they finally left. Me and my mom cleaned up all the broken glassware along with the other, non-glass objects I threw. Neither of us spoke for the longest time, because what was there to talk about, really? Finally, after 30 minutes of sitting on the couch in complete silence, she spoke: "It's Tuesday now, yes?" my mother sa

        "Come on, Lily! Hurry up!" "I'm coming, Katie, I'm coming!" I followed Katie through the fine gravel to the swing set, where she was already seated, swinging her legs back and forth, trying to get herself swinging. "Push me!" "Oh alright." Being an older sister meant that I was obligated to push my 7 year old sister on the swings whenever the occasion called for it. I began to lightly shove her, but she protested; "No! Push me higher!" I obliged, giving her a firm shove. She soared into the air, then back down, going the other way. I continued this motion for the next 15 minutes or so until she got tired. "I want ice cream,

First, I cry about you. I tell myself it's ok to cry. Tell myself the tears are a release. Tell myself they help. Then I start to feel a bit better. I start to feel like it was just a mistake, you were a mistake. I wipe my tears and go on with my day Soon, I start to forget about you. Start to think about school, friends, family. Even though you're still there. You'll always be there. There. But not here. Then the part comes where you're no longer there. You're not here, either. But you're not there. I start to live without thinking of you Start to realize that you'll never be here, or there. And I accept it... I think It sta

I pull up my stool, and face the ivory keys 88 of them, all in a row. Intimidating, yet welcoming I adjust my posture; I put my foot on the brass colored pedal My fingers make their way to sit atop the keys I slide my hands up and down the seemingly endless keyboard, Savoring the feel of the smooth keys beneath the tips of my fingers I finally settle myself and lay my fingers in their correct positions I feel at home. With my right thumb atop middle C, where everything starts, I begin to play. My fingers striking an A or a G here or there, perhaps a B flat, if I feel so inclined Soon the incoherent sounds come together to form a mel

If only I could tell you just how I was feeling If only I could tell you what I need I would tell you that I'm feeling lonely and abandoned And that it's you I need Sometimes I wish you didn't hate me Sometimes I wish that you could just see Sometimes I wish that you'd come back And talk a bit with me If I could have one solitary wish For one wish is all I need I'd wish that you would call me up Or come and comfort me I'd love for you to be here now For your shoulder's very dry And it's quite prepared for the waterfall of tears That are dripping off my eyes We used to talk so much Used to be such good friends Now all we are

Love. Not just a word thrown around all willy-nilly, is it? In fact, I don't believe it's said enough. I believe it should be said far more often than it is. I believe that friends should say it to each other, family should say it to each other. When you wake up in the morning and you leave for school, or when you leave for your job, or even when you're simply going to be with friends, do you tell your parents you love them or is it just a simple goodbye, and you're out the door? If it's the latter, you're doing something wrong. And another thing, so many people are saying that teens can't love, and so many teens are convinced of this. So man

I woke up late. Very late, in fact. 10 minutes before I was scheduled to leave for Clarisse's house. I jumped out of bed violently, stubbing my toe on my chair in the process, and went to where I had laid out all my clothes. I grabbed them hastily and pulled the pants and shirt on, at the same time spraying myself with Axe. 5 minutes left, I grabbed a pop-tart and flew out the door. I didn't bother checking if my bike was working, I just went. I was, surprisingly, 10 minutes early to Clarisse's house. I rung the doorbell and was greeted by her mother. "Well, Derek, how nice to see you!" "You too, Karen. How have you been?" "Oh I've been