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Journal #1: The First Attempt by oddemily, literature

Literature

Journal #1: The First Attempt

Dear Journal- Dearest Journal? Darling Journal? I've never kept one of these before. Obviously, because I’m two seconds in and already I sound like a complete idiot. That takes some talent, I suppose. Anyways, I don’t exactly know why I’m writing in you. It feels a bit redundant, scattering my rambling thoughts onto this page, but what the hell. Mom told me I needed an outlet, and now here I am, with absolutely nothing to say. High school’s going great. That’s something. It’s also a lie, but most things are just a little. That sounded

Expectations? More Like Limitations by oddemily, literature

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Expectations? More Like Limitations

"Girls whose bodies are not their own; who are meant for decoration and cannot decorate themselves, who are meant for pleasure and cannot pleasure themselves, who are meant to be examples and cannot exemplify themselves, give them wings to fly far, far away, taste freedom in the sky, and see it for what it should be: a right, not a privilege. Every girl who is considered a possession or a prize or a plaything, who lives confined by people who call condescension “love” and manipulation “compromise” and fear “respect&#

Oliver by oddemily, literature

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Oliver

What had he done to deserve this? Those fingers which had rolled so many cigarettes- now to explore the intricacy of her fragile, foreign form. Her fingers, so unknown to the itch of addiction- What had he done to deserve this? Those lips which had so often touched the mouth of a bottle- now to touch hers in a frenzy of tender meetings and openings. Her lips, so unused to the abuse of alcohol- What had he done to deserve this? Those hands which had before roamed the curvature of another compliant beneath him- now to wander along the pale expanse of her untouched body. Her hands, which shook at the unfamiliarity of disrobing another, touchi

Part of Him, Part of Her by oddemily, literature

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Part of Him, Part of Her

Sometimes when she looked at him, she could see the boy he must have been. Just there, that gleam in his eyes when he laughed, that dimple on his cheek when he smiled, the curl of his hair in the early morning. Perhaps being with someone for so long, you see all sides of them- the past, the present, the ever changing future. You glimpse what it must have looked like when they saw their first snow, when they felt the cold particles gather on their hands, melt on their tongue. What first heartbreak must have been like- whether it was a lifelong pal named Rusty, or a girl from junior high they thought they would give anything for. That's

Out of Reckless Disrepair by oddemily, literature

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Out of Reckless Disrepair

I am the offspring of over-sized denim jackets, of long strands of straight hair, of crimson-painted lips, of screaming vocals echoing from a small source, of too much alcohol and too little time. I am the offspring of hushed words in the darkness and the dizziness of constant travel, of dirty upturned pennies and the tar that gleams hot beneath the summer sun, of dandelions that are crushed underfoot, of the late night stillness where the loudest thoughts grow. I am the offspring of whirlwind emotions, adult tidal waves crashing against youth's shore. I am the offspring of the missing piece to the nearly finished puzzle, of the last s

Nearing the End of the Adventure by oddemily, literature

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Nearing the End of the Adventure

There was an eerie stillness settled over the once-rough sea. The Voyager and her crew had slipped into a deep sleep for what seemed like the first time since they had first set off with the three civilians. Only the girl was left, the youth who had once seemed so distant to now be more at home among the crew and the Captain than with her sister and her fiance back on the colonies. On this late October night, the Captain seemed the only one awake. His strong build stood behind the helm, his hands resting on it idly. No ship-sinking waves seemed to want to disturb their peace, a welcome change considering recent events. His cerulean e

We are a hurricane. by oddemily, literature

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We are a hurricane.

Dear me, how I agree, the thought jumbled in its entirety. Whisk, and what's this? all things got lost in a stolen kiss. When torn down, feeling surrounds, blended murmurs in this room made of sounds. Darling lovers, hesitant they hover, beneath this tumultuous sea of covers. Cluttered and rough, never enough, unsatisfied by their hurried huff. Deep doubts, casual bouts of simplicity-filled and peaceful routes. But young at heart, lost from the start, the two, the few, will tear each other apart.

Late Night Schemes by oddemily, literature

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Late Night Schemes

Juliana Darcy's feet led her through the dimly lit corridors, her hand guiding her way as it skimmed the walls. Her light-footed steps on the stone ground seemed to echo through the empty passageway, her dainty form cloaked in shadows. Finally, her thin fingers wrapped around the familiar brass handle that led into the cobwebbed library. Taking a deep breath, she glanced side to side to make sure no one was there before turning the knob and slipping her way inside. Carefully shutting the door behind her, Juli turned around. In many ways, the library could be similar to a skeleton, the spiral staircase running from the first level to the s

Shopping Assistance and the Great Chase by oddemily, literature

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Shopping Assistance and the Great Chase

In the entirety of Beverly Modesto's town, only one major supermarket existed, plopped right in the middle of the small town, known as Walt's One-Stop Grocery-Shoppe. It was a family owned business that had gradually grown in size over the many years, and it provided jobs for a large part of the town's residence. Bev sauntered through the familiar glass sliding doors, her mother, Beth, rolling a cart right up next to her. Clutched tight in the middle aged woman's hand was a full, 8 ½ by 11 piece of printer paper, a slanted cursive scrawl covering its once white, pristine surface. " Okay, Beverly. If we work together on this, we'll m

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Journal #1: The First Attempt by oddemily, literature

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Journal #1: The First Attempt

Expectations? More Like Limitations by oddemily, literature

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Expectations? More Like Limitations

Oliver by oddemily, literature

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Oliver

Part of Him, Part of Her by oddemily, literature

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Part of Him, Part of Her

Out of Reckless Disrepair by oddemily, literature

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Out of Reckless Disrepair

Nearing the End of the Adventure by oddemily, literature

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Nearing the End of the Adventure

We are a hurricane. by oddemily, literature

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We are a hurricane.

Hope by oddemily, literature

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Hope

" Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. " - Emily Dickinson The bright glow of Christmas lights seeped in many colors through the hospital window, along with the inkling of dawn. I knew this had to be the day. Dr. Scholtz has promised us once when Momma got into hospice, God's angels would sweep her up into their waiting wings, to soar into heaven and keep her safe. Daddy promised me that she'll watch me grow up from the first row of the seats of forever. I loved Momma, and I knew God would protect her. Even as her skin stretc

End.. Or Beginning? by oddemily, literature

Literature

End.. Or Beginning?

Sylvia stood in her room, her hands at her sides. Her golden hair glinted with sunlight, almost like an angel. An angel with rosy cheeks, freckles, and a country accent. Her face was expressionless as she watched Damian from across the room, but something in her light blue eyes showed that she felt tortured. " There's no reason for you to stay, " She said quietly, bluntly. She flicked her gaze to his. He swiftly got up out of the ottoman and walked right up to her, pressing her against the bland pink walls of her room. Her hand rested against the wall and he entwined their fingers, and something in his voice was full of deep, relentless

Curiousity by oddemily, literature

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Curiousity

There was a clash of something against the surface of the dark water, causing ripples to shift it's otherwise calm surface. Julianne sat perched on the rock, her binoculars resting on her chest. Pushing her glasses up with her fingertip, she tried to recall the spot where she had seen this disturbance. Grabbing her binoculars, she gazed through them. Through the nearly opaque water she saw a silvery form beneath the dark waves, nearly thirty feet away. No.. It couldn't possibly be coming towards her. There it was again! Only closer, now about half the distance as before. A huge, almost triangular shaped object splashed the surfa

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Accidentally In Love by jesus33chick, literature

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Accidentally In Love

Joseline "Nuh-uh!" Joseph caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and tackling me to the ground, making me shriek and giggle like a little schoolgirl. I landed—stomach facing down—on his chest, and he rolled me over, lying carefully on top of me. "What was it you said about me not being able to catch you?" he teased, making me laugh more. He had a light grip on my wrists, holding my arms against the ground. "I said you couldn't catch me if you tried." "And who's caught?" He grinned. "Me," I giggled. "Just checking." I smiled. "That's no fair; I need at least a ten second head start. Look how much longer your legs are t

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Jan 28
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My Bio

A seventeen year old girl who drinks a lot of tea, worries too much and writes from time to time.

Favourite Visual Artist

My Gingerface, Macartney, Maria, burdge-bug, Tony DiTerlizzi, Oasiswinds, StressedJenny, Edmund Leighton, John Waterhouse, Claude Monet

Favourite Movies

Harry Potter, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Emma, Penelope, King Kong, The Return of the King, The Little Mermaid, Les Miserables, Jurassic Park

Favourite TV Shows

Merlin, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, Firefly, Once Upon A Time, Teen Wolf

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Regina Spektor, Florence and the Machine, Ed Sheeran, Ella Eyre, Sara Bareilles, Marina and the Diamonds

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, The Infernal Devices, Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Garden, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, The Song of the Lioness, Once Upon A Crime

Favourite Writers

Jane Austen, John Green, Maureen Johnson, Tamora Pierce, Holly Black, Cassandra Clare, J.R.R. Tolkien

Favourite Games

Scrabble..?

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo 64

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, keyboard, notebook, occasionally a type writer

Other Interests

Writing, reading, embroidering, dancing, belting out showtunes

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Aug 8, 2014

Late Night Thoughts and Prolonged Anxiety

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Ahoy there.  Update. Really belated update. I know I haven't really written anything but some poetry lately. I just wanted to say what's up, is all. I'm currently 17 and a half and I'm about to enter my senior year of high school, which is sort of crazy and hectic and overwhelming, but most things in life worth doing well are. College-wise, I think I'm going to go into a museum studies program so that I can be a museum curator, because I love history and talking with people and creating things and museums in general, so there's that. This sort of means that I have to go to a school near a city, for museums are abundant in cities and I nee

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oddemily

Jul 10, 2013

YOU THERE. I like you.

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GUESS WHO'S BEEN AWAY FOR AGES? It's me.                     Hey there. I haven't written one of these (or anything not related to school) in ages. I'm sorry for going away for so long and never updating and being the biggest poop but I'm determined to be back now. I need to write, I mean- I have all these ideas. They're just waiting to get down on paper.  Well, that and I'm sort of unsure where to start. Sooo seeing as I haven't been on in awhile, I shall give you wonderful updates on my life, even though you might not care but ANYWAYS I went to New York City in March for four days and let me tell you, it was fantastic. I loved it ther

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oddemily

Nov 21, 2012

Long time, no see-

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I AM SO SO SO IMMENSELY SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG. This whole year has been really extremely hectic and I've been really busy and I haven't been writing as much as I should and I owe you guys a huge apology. I am so sorry. It is my hope that during my fall break and my winter break I will have more time to submit and write. I really didn't realize how long I had been gone. I'm a sophomore now, and I've just been drowning in school work and I promise to be better. I do, really. I love you guys. x0x0x0x0x0x0 EKO