March 2011
2 posts
Princesses and Rock Stars
I let the wind toss my short, reddish hair all over the place and ruin my part. I’m chilled with my long legs covered by nothing than a pair of nylons that are a size too big for me, and my black and green-grey skirt, which is barely long enough to be modest while the air is still, does nothing to retain any warmth. But I couldn’t care. I might look like a mess, like nothing special...
Hello
I miss you.
I miss being able to talk to you about everything. Now I can barely bring myself to wish you “happy birthday” or “good morning”. I’m nervous to invite you to social functions. We used to be just about inseperable. Granted we went to different high schools, and you had work, so it was pretty hard to get together, but that one week of testing when all the...
February 2011
2 posts
I can’t shake these doubts. I see you standing there, facing the setting sun, the wind tousling your hair, fluttering your jacket, caressing your face. Things that I cannot do any more. What we had has been lost. I failed you in a critical moment, and then I was physically gone, unable to reach you even to simply greet you. You gave up on me in that moment, and I will never have you...
Losing Lily (Part 2)
Tom likes to have company all the time. Girls, boys, gays, straights, old people, kids, loud, quiet, he doesn’t much care, so long as there are people around. When he’s on his own, he’s a graphic designer. Rather brilliant if you ask me, but I don’t know what it takes to be any sort of designer, so I wouldn’t know. But whenever I’m with Tom, he makes me feel so...
January 2011
1 post
Losing Lily (Part 1)
Call me crazy, but I’ve created an alter ego for myself. She’s confident, dark, a little mysterious, popular, well received, beautiful, and very much what I wish I were. But I know I won’t be her. I named her Lilly.
Lily stepped into my life just a few months ago. I was lonely, and a silly boy from my high school happened to sit down on the train across the table from me....
December 2010
1 post
Yours to Keep
They say when you let something go, it’s a good thing. That which loves you will return for you to keep, and that which doesn’t didn’t belong to you in the first place.
I have to admit that I agree with that for the most part.
But just because it came back doesn’t mean it’s yours to keep. Sometimes it’s only yours to admire.
People are like that. Most of the...
I couldn’t help but to grin as his lips left mine. The sweet flavor of my lip gloss haunted my tounge, and as he pulled away I opened my eyes. “I love you,” I whispered as he grinned, squeezed my sholders and took off.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” he called over his sholder.
I bit my lip as I grinned, a habit I’d picked up somewhere when I was particularly...
August 2009
5 posts
Writer's Prompt (8/3/09)
alwriters:
So I was thinking to myself, “Where can I go with no pants on?”
(Quoted from Red Vs Blue)
And then I realized, “I can’t really go anywhere with no pants on…” Disappointment filled me, and I pulled on some pants.
Writer's Prompt (8/1/09)
alwriters:
The fire roared, its heat overpowering those that struggled to extinguish it. “Come back! Come back!” one of the men cried. Suddenly the fire billowed outward, engulfing…
anyone close enough in an instant. The fire chief watched in horror as the old building collapsed, several of his men still inside. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes. He shook his head, clearing his mind to...
Writer's Prompt (7/25/09)
alwriters:
In the back of Grampa’s closet lay the old gun case. It was covered in dust so thick the black case looked grey. “What’s inside?” MaryAnne asked as Dennis pulled it out of the closet. “I dunno. Grampa yelled at me when I tried to ask him about it, and I’ve been too afraid to even look at it since. Grampa wasn’t the sort to have guns.” Dennis laid the case out on the ground and pulled...
Writer's Promt (7/24/09)
alwriters:
He’d grown accustomed to watching the train pull away, then looking down at this watch and sighing. If a single thing went wrong, that morning he would miss the train. Today was one of those days that he…
it looked like he was going to make it. He rushed out the door, pausing at his car to run though a mental checklist to be sure he’d done everything he needed before leaving,...
Writer's Prompt (7/23/09)
alwriters:
When I found myself falling, I couldn’t remember a thing. All I knew was the darkness around me, sucking away the light in front of me, presumibly where I was falling from, and the wind that rushed past me, giving me a sense of direction. I was falling down, and that light was disappearing faster than I thought possible.
When I hit…
the water I suddenly woke up from my stupor. I...