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Nov. 21st, 2010

Secrets

mood: bouncy bouncy
music: Secrets by Onerepublic

 

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Nov. 20th, 2010

Story Bit

mood: lazy lazy
music: Sponge Bob
Jackson Hills was right outside Texas and was the smallest city there. It couldn’t even be called a city.
It was a joke of a city, but if an outsider were to go up to one of the townspeople and say that, they would be booted out instantly like it was some super elite club.
With its rolling green hills, there was no questioning Jackson Hills' beauty. That’s where it got its name from.
The town was discovered by Theodore Jackson eighty years ago, so it was relatively new.
He died two years after, from trying to save his wife, Alexandria Jackson, from being attacked by a rapist but instead they all died in the scuffle- rapist included.
Jackson Hills circulated around volleyball.
It was where all the action happened. When it was hot- way too hot to go outside- there was nothing else to do but go to the Jackson Hill High school gym to watch girls play volleyball.
There happened to be a volleyball event going on at that moment.
Focus. Focus until all you can think about is the ball, Ivy Bell thought. She was at volleyball tryouts. It was the only place that girls were more competitive at than in the school hallways.
All around Ivy, she could hear the grunts of girls going at their hardest like it was war instead of tryouts.
The sounds of shoes skidding across the gym floor calmed Ivy and kept her centered as she got ready to spike her last ball. This was her last chance to prove that she was good enough.
Ivy took a deep breath as sweat slid down her face from her matted raven black hair. She raised her hand and threw the ball up.
For the millisecond while that white orb suspended in the air, Ivy felt as if the world stopped and just waited for her to do what she did best.
The ball came shooting back down and she raised her other hand to slap it forward.
All Ivy saw was red and then black almost instantly.
***
“Ivy… Ivy honey, wakeup.”
The smell of cleaning products and old people hit Ivy hard. She tried to breathe to get some fresh air, but the smell only got stronger. She started coughing erratically.
“Oh no… oh no…” A high male voice said. “She’s having a seizure!” Ivy heard the sound of feet running. “Doctor! Doctor!”
“She’s not having a seizure dummy.” A woman’s voice said drily. “Chill. You’ve been like that all morning.”
Ivy wondered who was in her room with her. Maybe it was a couple of bandits coming to steal her body away for ransom. Or maybe she was just being stupid.
It’s obviously not a doctor, Ivy thought.
“Oh.” The voice was calmer now and the feet had stopped. “Well… Can you blame me?”
“Ugh. Just be quiet. You’re gonna wake her up.”
“I want her to wakeup!”
Their bickering was giving Ivy a migraine. She wished she could soothe her aching head.
“You are so selfish! Always thinking about your needs!” The female voice said, now more hysterical.
“And you are such a bi-”
“Oh my god. Can you guys shut up!”
Who was that? Ivy thought. The voice sounded croaky and shrill at the same time.
There was automatic silence, like the room was instantly coated in it.
Ivy’s eyes involuntarily opened as she realized that voice was hers. Her arms felt like lead and she tried to turn her head to look at them but found she couldn’t. Her neck felt stiff as ever, like it was encased in a bracket or something.
Oh no…Ivy thought. She used all the little strength she had and brought her less heavy feeling hand to her neck. Just as she thought, she had a neck brace.
“Ivy!” The somewhat-familiar-now male voice said, “Ivy’s awake! Ivy’s awake!” She heard the feet again.
“You are acting like such a girl! If you weren’t such a player, I would be questioning which team you’re on.” The female voice said, now more familiar also.
Ivy wished she could see who the two people were. Her whole body was stiff and she could barely move.
“Who’s there?” She croaked.
“Ivy, baby?” The stomping of feet got closer. “It’s me, Marcus.” A big, rough hand grabbed her small, soft one.
“And I’m here too, Ivy.” The female voice said. “It’s Corie.”
Ivy smiled slightly. Corie and Marcus were her best friends in the entire world. Of course they would be here.
All three of them met in daycare. Corie and Marcus were both seven while Ivy was six.
Marcus was both her first crush and kiss. Corie teased them about that every chance she got. Marcus was considered a second grade heartthrob and Ivy felt like the queen when she snagged him for a boyfriend.
A few days after that, she met Corie. She followed her everywhere. Ivy thought she was pathetic.
When Corie found out she was kissing Marcus, she threatened to tell Ivy’s dad. When her dad came to pick her up, Corie told anyways. She bullied Ivy into being her friend afterwards.
Ivy and Marcus broke up after two weeks and that was the start of Marcus’s player ways and their eleven year friendship. Their relationship was probably the longest one Marcus has ever had.

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Jul. 10th, 2010

POETRY

mood: cold cold
music: Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson
Photo

It's beautiful.
To capture it in the the light,
Would be luck.

It's all rainbows
And focus.
We can't miss
That slightest detail,
For one movement
Lasts a lifetime.

Zoom in to the pulsing.
The waves,
The brilliance-
Can you feel it beating?

Hot and heavy
Just like our hearts...
Our love
Intertwined together
To bring happiness
And make a new being.
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Writer's Block: Where I want to be

mood: aggravated aggravated
music: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jackson 5

What was your childhood dream? Did you ever accomplish it?

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Being a writer. And no
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Feb. 24th, 2010

Writer's Block: Ten years to the day

mood: full full
Ten years from now, I expect to own a library, work in Starbucks, and have a few books already written. I want to live in New York.
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Feb. 21st, 2010

Poetry

mood: blank Just something I tried
music: New Perspective
Your eyes shine so bright
And I envy the sight
How could someone so beautiful
Be so evil?

There’s darkness in my heart
And it’s been because of you
Right from the start

With your hatred, comes pain
And you took it in vain

Now I know it will never be
And I know you’ll agree
That our love is history


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Paramore

mood: chipper My favorite song right now
music: Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore
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Writer's Block: Arts v. smarts

mood: bored bored

Given the choice, would you prefer to be a world-class (visual or performing) artist or an intellectual genius? Which, in your opinion, would facilitate a more fulfilling career and social life?

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I would rather be a performing artist. That's more me and event though I'm pretty smart, I don't see being a genius as fulfilling.
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