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Posted: 12 Jan 2009 07:30 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I stood up. Why was on the ground in the first place? I looked around. I saw myself lying on the ground, bleeding. What was going on? I was right here. I couldn't be in two places at once. I screamed out to everyone around me. No one even glanced my way. No. No way. I couldn't be. I couldn't be dead. I watched as my body was covered by a black bag and people cried all around. I shouted and waved my arms at them but no one looked. This couldn't be happening.

Describe loving someone who doesn't love you back.
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Posted: 15 Jan 2009 06:22 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
That's it he's coming over to me, his smile stretched across his face as he reacts to some joke..maybe i'm the joke..I don't know why i've got butterflies in my stomach right now..I really don't. I've survived five years not feeling like this, so why all of a sudden can I not stop thinking about him ever second of every day? He's one of my best friends, and I know that's how he feels about me too, it's just I think i'm falling in love. I can't help myself, oh god he's sat behind me, I can feel those deep brown eyes burning on my back. My hearts pumping a hundred miles an hour, I feel so stupid, so silly, I mean were good mates, I wouldn't feel like this if it was my girl friend. No I should stop now, i'm going to turn round and talk to him as a friend. My cheeks blush a slight pink shade, I gather my thoughts and I ask him..

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Posted: 16 Jan 2009 09:50 AM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I was dizzy with euphoria. My stomach, which was previously in knots, was now much more content. I could breathe now, and breathe I did. I gulped down air and held on to my lover's arm. Thank goodness he was there to support me as we entered the reception room. Lightheadedness was setting in as the adrenaline from the wedding slowly receded. I noted the walls of the large room, which were lined with white balloons and fresh roses. The tables were arranged in an extravagant fashion, food brimming over the sides of bowls and color-coordinated dishes and plates. White table cloths looked impossibly clean, and crystal wine glasses sat atop them, waiting for a splash of sparkling liquid. Music droned on pleasantly; it was nought but background noise, though - a backdrop to the symphony of sights, smells, and feelings already assaulting me. My guests filed in slowly, and filled up the crowded arrangement of round, decorated tables. Amicable talk and gossip competed with the blaring, lovey-dovey songs that poured from the speakers overhead. Good natured laugher broke out regularly, people squealed with delight on the small dance floor, spinning their partners around in time to the beat, and praises for the food could be heard in all corners of the room. I felt blessed to be surrounded by those that I loved so much, and to be able to include the most important people in my life in this special day.
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Posted: 16 Jan 2009 07:53 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
It was my dream. This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for my entire life. I knew in my heart that I'd never be able to live with myself if I didn't accept, but that didn't make it any easier. Everyone I knew was here. My boyfriend, my family, everything. It was so hard to leave all this. Still, this was my time. My dreams had to get a fair chance.

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Posted: 17 Jan 2009 07:57 AM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I didn't know where to turn. I'd visited my family doctor in a panic three months earlier, complaining of a wobbly sensation that overtook me even when sitting still: I had nearly passed out at work, and a good friend urged me to seek help for my unrelenting, tipsy vision. At that time, my doctor had suggested that it might be stress, exhaustion, or the onset of a virus. However, when the symptoms did not disappear after several more weeks, I was certain that his nonchalant diagnosis was incorrect.

There had to be something more, something that had been overlooked. I couldn't return to work; whenever I walked, it felt like I was on a rocking boat - back and forth, and back and forth my vision would sway. I felt, for no better way to describe it, seasick. Like the ground beneath me was constantly rocking, and I was just along for the ride.

Three months of this hell, I endured. Three months of an unsettling, stomach-turning, swaying motion. Three months of being unable or afraid to work, and three months of finding comfort, oddly enough, only when I was driving. I felt inclosed, claustrophobic, and unheard. My doctor had dismissed my symptoms as being fictional, made up - as if I would do such a thing! As if I had asked for this persistent, unpleasant affliction!

I had no answers, none whatsoever. But I had a growing reserve of questions, all of which piled upon one another, never untangled, never answered, never made clear. I resolved to see a specialist, for perhaps he or she could shed some light on my curious case, and return my state of being to normal. Living like this was not an option; I had to seek out the answers I was not getting, even if it meant traveling away from home, and risking further ridicule. I was not to be reduced to only this!



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Posted: 18 Jan 2009 05:10 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I knew I'd gotten on the right flight. I mean, that's pretty much a no brainer, right? Well, I thought so. However, when I exited the plane I'd been flying on for the last eight hours, I found myself not in South Carolina, but in Texas. This couldn't be happening. I was lost. My family was expecting me at the airport in South Carolina right now. I could just see them standing there smiling, holding up the sign for me. Only, I wouldn't be there. I looked around and decided that food would help me to think clearer. Plus, I could sit down and call my family and explain what had happened. I just hoped they'd believe me. I couldn't be sure, though. Lately, they thought I'd do anything to get away from them. I was hoping they'd believe me and offer to help out in some way. I really wasn't sure what I was expecting. I headed toward the nearest food station.

Describe being in an abusive relationship.
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Posted: 18 Jan 2009 05:32 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
He had always been so loving. He welcomed me with hugs and kisses and took me into his strong arms, where I felt safe from any and all harm. Those strong arms. I should have seen it coming... The first time he hit me, I just laid there on the ground, for what seemed like hours, staring at his frown in bewilderment. We had gotten into an argument, because I had been talking to an ex-boyfriend, who was still a really good friend of mine. We'd argued before, but never over another guy - just over trivial manners. He was pacing back and forth, and holding his head in his hands. I finally broke down; I couldn't stop the tears from flowing at this point. Everything had been so good. Why did it have to change now? He looked at me sincerely through my soaking eyeballs and said, "I'm sorry. I just lost control." I believed his lie, just like I originally believed that his strong arms would always protect me...I shouldn't have...

Describe moving from a warm climate to a cold one and seeing snow for the very first time.
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Posted: 19 Jan 2009 06:22 AM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
"Roll down the window, sweety." My mother harped out cheerfully as we turned on to an out-of-the-way dirt road. She'd been chattering on endlessly for the past couple hours of our tedious drive. Now that we were nearing the end of our trip, it seemed like we were both tense to be at our final destination. From the heart of Arizona to the quiet mountain backroads of Rye Colorado: that had been our path, and now we were sickeningly close to our new home.

"Roll it down, come on." She said, looking over at me and shaking my knee with a free hand. "You see those flecks?"

I looked out halfheartedly. From behind the vehicle's window pane, I had suspected that it was only rain, and had looked away several times before. But, on closer inspection from my mother's prompting, I peered more intently at the softly falling, white crystals.

"Snow?" I asked, even though I was sure that it must be.

"Yup." She replied, dipping her hand into the wind currents that rushed by her own open window. I could feel the cold brush along my shoulder, but I didn't open my own to let the flurries dance along my outstretched arm.

"We're supposed to get about 6 inches tonight." She went on, still lazily letting her arm swerve and dive with the direction of the wind.

"Hmm." I mumbled, not sure of what to say. It was chilly in the car now. I didn't know if I'd like snow. I missed the warmth of my previous residence. Right now, even with a plush coat drawn up to my chin, I was feeling the creeping iciness of the oncoming weather. And six more inches were still on their way? This move was looking to be gloomier and gloomier. First, I had to leave all of my friends behind, and now ... NOW I was probably going to be shut up in what my mom referred to as a "quaint and cute" cabin ... surrounded by piles upon piles upon drift after drift of the white stuff.

"I don't see what the big deal is." I muttered, but quietly enough so that my mother would not be able to decipher my complaining. After laying my head against the glass of the window beside me, I exhaled. "They were right. It's just snow."


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Posted: 19 Jan 2009 12:00 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I opened my eyes and all I could see was white. White walls, white floor, the smell of disinfectant. I saw monitors and tubes. The realization that I was at a hospital dawned on me. I looked around me, expecting to see friends and family. No one was there, however. How had I gotten to the hospital? What time was it? I had so many questions, but no one to ask them to. The bed was cold and stiff as I tried to fall back asleep. Maybe I was just dreaming. Maybe I'd wake up and find myself at home. I just had to make myself wake up. I pinched myself. No use. I knew in my heart that I was already awake, but I didn't want to accept it. I decided to try to get back to sleep and maybe when I woke up, my family and friends would all be surrounding me to answer all my questions. It was all I could hope for.

Describe not being able to talk for a month.
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Posted: 19 Jan 2009 01:09 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I had a pen gripped in my right hand, and a portable, flip-open notebook in the other. My lips were sealed. Where words were absent, my pen flew; it tore across the page, ignoring the thin blue lines provided for straightened, more controlled writing. The marks from my utensil scored the white paper, staking their claim and laying waste to any questions. I had been quiet for almost thirty-one days. A full month of motionless lips, of a soundless voice, of wanting to burst and just give in to the temptation to speak ... it was drawing to a close. I self-consciously wondered what my first spoken word would sound like. Would it be hoarse? Would singing be out of the question, at least until I'd exercised all those unused muscles? Had I made a mistake in verbally silencing myself, or was this silly bet about to actually pay off?

12:00pm - that was when I was off the hook. The time currently read 11:50pm. I looked to my side, where my friend was situated, thinking that these last 10 minutes were equal to taking a field trip into the depths of hell. Now that it was almost time, I couldn't wait to speak again. I had, of course, become somewhat used to scratching down quick messages, or typing lengthy explanations and rants to avoid bursting into speech prematurely. For the first few days, it had been an adjustment. For the middle 20 days, such actions - like writing what I wanted to say instead of just speaking it - were habit. The remaining few days had been tough; I just wanted to TALK. You never realize how much you miss doing something until it's gone, and knowing that your chance to do said thing again is coming up ... WELL, it's just a very intense feeling of anticipation.


I held up the page I had been writing upon, facing it's text towards my friend. "You owe me." it said in plain, black lettering, and "I win," it concluded, several spaces down. The money from achieving this worthless accomplishment was mine. The lessons, which were far greater in worth, were also mine. I'd survived one month without talking; well, ALMOST one month - there were but minutes to go ...


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Posted: 19 Jan 2009 01:43 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
In just minutes, I'd be soaring in the air like a bird. I wondered what it'd feel like. What if my shoot didn't open? I was literally terrified but exhilerated at the same time. It was a risk I had to take. I wanted to be able to say that I'd gone skydiving. What a way to come back to school from summer vacation and when they ask what you did to be able to say that you went skydiving. That's a response I've never heard. I was about to be the first.

Describe being stood up on a first date.
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Posted: 20 Jan 2009 07:28 AM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I fiddled with the hem of my shirt as I stood nervously outside of The Mandarin. I was supposed to meet my date here at 5:30pm, but it was 5:43pm, and there was no sign of him. I kept peering in the wide, front windows, thinking that he might have slipped in, and I'd only just missed him. Perhaps he had a table waiting? Was he conscious of the fact that I might be outside, unaware that he'd managed to arrive early and secure a table? I didn't see anyone inside that even remotely resembled him, so - after one, last, hopeful glance - I gave up the search.

I trudged around the side of the building and sat down on the curb of the sidewalk. After pulling out my phone, I checked the time, considered calling him - because it was 5:47pm now - thought that I'd wait 3 more minutes, and then slipped the device back into my jacket pocket. I heaved a sigh and gazed out into the parking lot. It had not yet occurred to me that I might have been duped. I still, in all my naivety, thought that he'd be coming.

Just after those three minutes had passed, I reached into my pocket again. "Okay, what's taking you so long?" I said as I dialed the number he'd given me. After eight or nine rings, it went to an answering machine. A computer-voice prompted me to leave a message and a callback-number, but I did neither. I called back one more time, thinking that he might have been somehow occupied. Again, no answer.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I stood up from my seat on the cement, looked around, and dialed again. I was beginning to get frustrated. Now, the notion that maybe I'd been stood up was starting to move to the forefront of my thoughts. I fought off the feeling, wanting to give this man the benefit of the doubt. One more cursory glance to the window, one more towards the parking lot. Nothing. No new cars were pulling up, no male figure was coming up the long sidewalk, wearing an apologetic look on his face, and perhaps carrying a small gift to make up for the inconvenience. Nothing.

I ran a hand through my hair and looked at my phone again. He was almost 30 minutes late. This was ridiculous. I could no longer deny the fear that had descended upon me; he wasn't coming. Not now, not in ten minutes, and certainly not after another futile phonecall. This guy, despite my best intentions, just wasn't that into me. I had to face the facts, pick up what was left of my dignity, get in my car, listen to some angry music, and come to terms with how thoughtless some people can be. If nothing else, the situation would serve as fodder for a good blog.



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Posted: 20 Jan 2009 10:28 AM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I knew I wasn't very good at soccer, but when the best player had to be taken out of the game due to an injury, I was the only available step in. I just knew I was about to mess everything up. This was the biggest game of the year. This game decided if we won the state championship or not. Already, we were behind by two points. I was going to be the one who made the team lose. I felt sick just at the thought.

A teammate, for some reason, kicked the ball to me. I could feel my heart racing. If I just made one good assist, the team would be okay with me. I had a feeling that wasn't going to happen, though. A player from the other team came up and swiped the ball straight out from under my foot. I hit the ground, but quickly dusted myself off and got back up.

Maybe I could just stand there and look like I was doing something. Our second best player got the ball and headed for the goal. She passed it to her friend, Charlene and she made the goal. We all cheered and I even went to high-five Charlene. Only, it didn't happen because she moved her hand and glared at me.

See, around here, soccer is life for these girls. I was only put on the team because I had to have a sport and none of the others would take me. I knew I wasn't wanted here either, but they could have tried to hide it.

The other team had the ball and they were heading for their goal. I didn't want to see them score again and figured that if I just stopped them from scoring, my team would appreciate me. That's really all I wanted. I just wanted to them to high-five me, to tell me that I did a good job. I ran after the girl who had the ball and knocked it from under her. I quickly sent it to Marie, who scored yet another goal. Marie was our second best player.

She walked over and said, "Good job, Allergies." I smiled. Allergies had somehow became my nickname among the team. I wasn't really sure how since I had no allergies and rarely was sick. Either way, it felt good to be told that I'd done a good job. Maybe someone had even gotten a picture of me stealing the ball away.

I could show it to my mom. She thought I was the worst thing to ever happen to the team-and her. She had been a star soccer player at her school and was disappointed that I'd never turned out to be as good as she had been. My dad, however, still came to every game. He was just proud that I'd made the team. I'd told him time and again that it wasn't because I was good, only because I had to have a sport. He wouldn't listen to that "nonsense" as he called it.

I looked up in the stands and waved to my dad. He smiled and mouthed, "Great job, Alex." I smiled back and headed back to the field. My dad had a way of always raising my self-esteem and now was no different. He made me feel better than Marie had, okay almost.

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Posted: 20 Jan 2009 11:05 AM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
My mother had received a phonecall. After the first few moments of hushed conversation, she had taken the phone into another room. With straining ears and a head full of careless curiosity, I listened, but could make out only garbled sentences that made little sense when pieced together. She continued to talk, and I continued - without much success - to eavesdrop.

Thirty minutes later, she returned. By this time, I had already lost interest in the phonecall, and had moved on to other activities. However, the look on her face immediately caught my attention. She looked drained, and her eyes were hollow. It was as though she was trying to avoid a tough emotion, or attempting to choke back a surge of tears.

"Mom?" I inquired, not knowing what questions to ask or what could be said. She motioned for me to sit down next to her; it was clear that she had something very significant to tell me, and that - whatever it was - it was eating away at her heart. She looked devastated and hurt; I knew it had to be something bad.

"You remember Marta, don't you?" She asked, knowing that I would. My mother and her mother had been close high school friends, and I'd spent the whole summer with Marta when I was little, deep in the forests of Pennsylvania. She'd been like a sister to me, and we'd grown close in our time together. Though we had not remained as tight as we'd been over those three months, she was still considered as an important part of my life. We did not see each other everyday, but she was regularly on my mind, and we routinely exchanged letters.

"Of course I do. Why? What happened?" I expected to hear that she'd been injured, perhaps even hospitalized.

"She passed away last night. She was in a car accident two days ago, and was critically injured." I gulped, but my mother kept talking. "She wasn't expected to make it as long as she did; it was a miracle that she even survived the first night in the hospital. Things were looking more positive on the second day, but complications came up ... " She stammered off, letting her sentence trail and the room fall into silence.

I shook my head. I didn't want to believe her. Just two weeks ago, I had received a letter; Marta had been starting her first year of college, and we were both excited to be in a situation that we could both relate to. She had opened up about her dreams and ambitions, and I had written her back with my own. Now she'd never have a chance to conquer her own mountain of ambitions; she'd never return another letter; she'd never call too early due to the time difference; or make me laugh with stories abound. No, now all that remained were memories, and they seemed insubstantial compared to the real thing, to the real, living Marta.

Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, and I smiled - not out of happiness, but out of confusion; out of an inability to do anything else. I felt frozen, betrayed, lost, hurt, heartbroken. It was the first time I had ever really lost someone that I'd known nearly my whole life. This was the first death that left it's mark on me, the first scar of knowing I'll never be able to see or talk to someone - ever again. I could find no words, so I said nothing. My mother looked on knowingly, probably understanding the depth of my anguish. For a long while, neither of us spoke.

When I felt the air grow too thick, my mother - thankfully, as I was incapable - broke the silence. "We'll always have the memories," she whispered, wiping her eyes on the back of a sleeve. Marta had meant a lot to her as well; she was like the neice my mother had never had, as she had a poor relationship with most of her siblings. "Yeah," I replied, not sure that memories would cut it. "There's those."


Describe your actions after you are bitten by a deadly-poisonous snake.
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Posted: 20 Jan 2009 01:02 PM         Subject: RE: Describing Game!
I expected more pain than I felt. I knew the snake was deadly because my dad was an expert on them and I'd picked up some things along the way. I'd die in less than an hour. It was a strange thought, knowing death would soon overtake you. Even so, it was an overpowering one as well. I had less than an hour left to live. I knew this, which I thought was honestly a gift.

I was slightly bleary from the bite. I knew I'd passed out because I'd woken up on the ground. I wasn't going to go to the doctor; there was no use. I knew there was no antidote, no cure. You died. It was very simple. The snake was a killer and it showed no mercy on its victims.

I had snuck into the room where my dad kept some of the snakes he was studying. I had just wanted to check them out. Curiousity was literally about to kill this cat. I walked around the room, admiring the creatures. If only I had known that one of the cages wasn't locked anymore. My dad must have improperly shut it and the snake and just pushed open the door. As I walked by the cage, I heard a hiss. I turned around and the snake lunged at my arm. He bit me in the crease of my elbow.

All that was over and done with. I was going to write a note and explain everything. I was going to get all my feelings out in the open. That way everyone would know how I really felt. First though, I found the snake and killed him. No way was he going to live and me die. That would not happen. I sat down at my dad's desk and typed up a note. It was long and I cried as I wrote it, but it said more than I ever would have been able to. I'd never been good with words but I found it easy, in my last hours, to type them up. I finally sent each as an e-mail. One to my mom, dad, sister, brother, and my boyfriend.

I sat back in the chair. I started to feel dizzy and the room began to spin. I fell out of the chair and I tried to sit back up, but I found I was paralyzed. This was it. I only had moments left. I was eerily calm as death settled over me. My life had been good. I'd had a much better life than some. I could feel my throat closing up, suffocating me. It was a result of the poison mixing with my blood. I gasped in my last breath and then black.

Describe losing something of great importance to you.
"Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."

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