Laura's+Writing

media type="custom" key="238629" October 11, 2007 Warm Up #1 I decided to __wander__ in the woods for awhile, to forget my troubles. This __fierce__ anger __kindling__ inside me was consuming my insides. The __putrid__ stench of my guilt was trailing behind me. I refuse to __yield__ to the pain, I must keep going or I won't survive. As I ran through the forest I started to calm down. I was finally able to breathe properly. I slumped over a rock, my breathing ragged from my run. It began to __rain__, heavy drops were beating down upon my face, soothing my spirit. Humming a sweet __melody__ as I rocked my body back and forth. Ahh, here I can be at peace, focus on my real troubles. But just as I closed my eyes to rest, a pair of __headlights__ came around the __bend__ in the clearing. Even though the car was here to take me back to my prison, I couldn't take back what I'd done to him. I had to go back to my home, to be a captive in my own home. I am my own __trainer__ now.

October 31, 2007 Warm Up #2 "No," said Bobby as quietly as she could. "No, I don't love you." "What! I propose and you answer with 'I don't love you,'" Rick half shouted indignately. "Ricky," Bobbie sighed, "we've only been dating for a month. That's not even long enough for me to find out if I like you, let alone love you, and definitely not enough time to see if want to marry you." "So, what? You'll learn to love me." "No, Ricky, I came here tonight to break up with you, I have had enough time to see your personalyity and it's not the one of someone whom I want to spend the rest of my life with." Bobbie felt so bad for him, he couldn't take a hint any better then he could take a slap in the face. "I don't care how you feel, Bobbie, you //are// going to marrry me. No matter what. It will send my social status through the roof. You would make me definite for mayor next year, you have to be my wife." "WHAT?," Bobbie shouted, "you never cared for me? You just wanted to make me some sort of house wife to secure your political position. You are terrible. I can choose who I marry. IT'S NOT YOUR CHOICE! IT'S MY DECISION." Bobbie no longer felt bad for him, she was furious. She was not a submisive housewife. This is the twenty-first century for crying out loud. Women don't belong to their husbands. Bobbie could feel anger bubbiling to the surface, she was reaching boiling point. "Go away or I will call the police," she stammered, trying to conceal the anger in her voice. "Never, you //will// be my wife!" Rick stated it in such a matter-of-fact-voice that Bobbie felt scared. "Get out now, and never come here again"Bobbie slammed the door shut, thankful to bring that chapter of her life to a close.

Podcast: When i was five i was a little angel. No, litterally. I was an adorable angel in a christmas pagent for my church. I was wearung a cute little white skirt and poncho. They were both a little too big, but i didn't care. I was really excited.