anit-gravity poke

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disney, please. :)

Israel

Silver Linings Playbook

no contest, Monster High all the way! SO cute - we even have a few dolls at the house, just cause we couldn't resist. :$

do you prefer to hang are on your wall or family pictures?

still running around in my PJs poke

our toaster is red - it matches our kitchen, yellow with accents of red. toast is almost always whole wheat with a thin layer of magarine spread and then sprinkled with parmasian cheese shavings and it's usually accompanied by green tea. sometimes, if i have a sweet tooth, i'll put either orange marmalade or raspberry jam on it instead.

class -> crass

the line stops here.

The Love Cats in my head - the Cure

“I feel useless.” “You’re not.” “It doesn’t matter. That’s how I feel .” I wish I was a bicycle. Silly, I know, but think of it. Throw me in the back of the car and take me down to the shop and… “Twenty dollars, she’ll be good as new.” Liar. We tried that. Once you’re broken, no matter how much tinkering, you’re never quite right. The wheel wobbles just a bit. The brake rubs....

Added 11 May 2013 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 66 | 6 Comments

I need to fall Scrape my knees Skin my palms Let me You need to learn to watch And we both know how hard it is When I keep falling over and over and… Smack Face down on the concrete Lip bloody and tears threatening Gritting my teeth as I get back up Again and again It’s called muscle memory Soon, I won’t have to think about it I will simply stand up Catch my breath...

Added 04 May 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 70 | 10 Comments

Frost coats the cherries, pulling them from swaying branches, clinging like sorrow. Just last spring soft pink petals fluttered like butterflies patterning the ground with poetry and prose. Hard to believe that, in my grandfather’s time, feminine shaped silhouettes of blood and ash marred the ground as the sky turned to blood above the cherished grove. Hard to believe that the deafening blast...

Added 27 Jan 2013 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 138 | 7 Comments

Empirical audacity.Just a phrase, one she sketched in black, a blueprint for her meanderings; perhaps a puzzle piece to a much larger story, one that she’d yet to write. Black morphed to blue, then to red, sharply contrasting with the pale blue veins on her wrist. Sunlight snuck through the horizontal blinds, slicing her into segments as she swayed slowly, left to right, feet upon the...

Added 13 Oct 2012 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 178 | 6 Comments

She spent all evening carefully sorting out the pieces. Border pieces went in one pile, sky blue in another, darker pieces in a third. Afterwards, content with her progress, she crawled into bed, clutching Rabbit, her one remainder of childhood, to her chest, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. In the other room, the jigsaw shifted, pieces inching slowly from one pile to the...

Added 20 Jul 2012 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 25 | Avg Score 4.96 | Views 453 | 19 Comments

I spent the day turning each doll, each stuffed animal, on the shelf to face the wall. There’d been too many questions lately,questions I haven’t felt capable of answering. Each time I’ve looked up, they were still there, teetering like snow upon their lips, ready to cascade down in avalanchian proportions at any moment. So I turned them around, faced them towards the wall. One by one. It...

Added 20 Jul 2012 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 298 | 13 Comments

One in six Every two minutes (not that I keep track) Counting out the time, alarm set on my cell phone to remind me that For one hundred and nineteen seconds I am safe That I can breathe easy knowing that someone else took the bullet for me this time Guilt and relief digging their claws into my brain Three Two One Is it my turn to keep another sister safe from harm? To be romanced behind...

Added 13 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 273 | 6 Comments

I giggled, staring across the water, the tips of mybrilliantly painted orange toes staring back at me, wiggling like little piggies. “Hi!” I waved at them, sliding further in to the almost too hot water with a sigh, my gaze moving up the eggshell tile to the plastered ceiling, willing myself to relax with only a cursory check to make sure that I was alone. Outside, a cat cried,...

Added 25 Sep 2011 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 16 | Avg Score 4.81 | Views 360 | 16 Comments

I had her name traced above my heart Cupped my belly, feeling the spark Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry Her breath a butterfly Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing Oh you precious thing And she, oh she had his name tattooed on her wrist Delicate letters, a secret script A reminder of what is precious, and what is not And hearing that, I...

Added 17 Dec 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.78 | Views 220 | 5 Comments

It had been a perfect day. Raindrops had been misting out of the April sky for hours, long enough for the squeaky scrape of windscreen wipers to become just another part of the aural landscape. In his rearview mirror, Topeka had become nothing more then a gray smudge on the horizon, another in a long line of cities through which he’d passed on his way west as he barreled along the...

Added 13 Mar 2011 | Category Romance | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 267 | 5 Comments