Held

She held the birds egg in the palm of her hand, staring at the specks of dirt that lightly covered it. For a moment she marveled at it's fragility, all the while feeling a strong urge building inside her. She wrapped her fingers around it tight, threw it to the ground, and smashed it.

proud

I was proud to hear that my monkey's trainer was successful in teaching smithson, my spider monkey, to do backflips for raisins. Marcus, the trainer, was having some difficulties doing this; but it has finally paid off!

wildflower(?)

I'm a wildflower. I live on the side of a barren road, which flows over rolling hills on the American terrain. I'm also the author of a really lame One Word now, too.

Throw

Looking at the word "throw" for one minute straight (because your so tired the word doesn't send any sparks of thought out of your head and onto the computer screen) causes it to look really weird.

T H R O W.

weird.

Wanting by Jamie

Wanting so much, but getting so little. Isn't that what's going on with so many of us? Why do we always look to what's lacking, what isn't there, and ignore everything we already have? When we take advantage of things they leave us, I've decided to work as hard as I can to never take advantage of what I have now, even if it's something that seems as if it will always be there. Because maybe one day...it won't.

Chorus by Jamie

The chorus began to sing that one Christmas song, you know, the one about harking and angels and crap? Suddenly I felt really uncomfortable being in church and needed to get out immediately. I snuck out best I could without too many weird stares and went around the back of the church lighting a cigarette on my way.

Spark by Jamie

A spark shot off in the background behind the crowd in front of her. It caught her eye because it was just behind the face of the man she had been starring at for nearly a minute. Soon more sparks flyed and it wasn't long before the little sparks turned into a flame. "Fire!" The crowd screamed and caos soon ensued.