I'm Rachel. I am an empty book, yearning to be filled with words.
do it through their eyes...Steven looked around in wonder; what he'd thought was cavern, worn by time and the elements into the face of the mountain, seemed to have been carved, instead, by the hand of man. where he expect rough walls and an uneven floor he instead found perfect angles and a level surface, a sure sign that it had been built by men. something along that line. :)
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xenop :) http://blog.brightmillion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/xenops1.jpg
hungry hungry hippo poke.
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Silver Linings Playbook
“I’m ready,” Lucy whispered, her voice so soft that it was nearly drowned out by the breeze kissing the grass in the great meadow where she (with her feet pointing west) and Alice (hers pointing east) lay cheek to cheek. “Oh?” Alice asked, her eyes drawn to a cloud that closely resembled a sailing ship. “You’re not paying attention, are you?” Lucy accused, turning her face away,...
Added 06 May 2014 | Category Flash Fiction
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Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Like gemstones, in this case sapphireand ruby, the lights sparkled rhythmically in the rearview mirror. It was almost hypnotic, save for the fact that it was hardly calming. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Two girls sitting in a car. Down below the night so grim. Like angels poised and prim.” Lucy did her best to keep her hands from shaking as she maneuvered her...
Added 05 Mar 2014 | Category Flash Fiction
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His name was Robert. He’d just gotten out of prison on parole after doing 6 years time. While he’d been there he’d had his throat cut. He showed me the scar. Sometimes you just have a feel for when someone is scamming you. His story rang true. He was hanging out at a Chevron station on Saturday night because the shelter wouldn’t have a place from him until Monday. “I’m trying to do the...
Added 21 Jul 2013 | Category Musings
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“Tell me a story, Lucy,” Alice murmured, staring skyward, watching the clouds form dragons or, possibly, cats. “And give it a happy ending this time, please.” Lucy shrugged and lay down her pen aside, deep in thought as she plucked blades of grass from the summer lawn and twirled them between thumb and forefinger. “Would you like to hear of Goldilocks and the three bears?” “Anything,...
Added 28 Jun 2013 | Category Flash Fiction
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“You’re being melodramatic, as usual,” she mused, tracing a jagged line across the table top with the tip of her nail. “You’re not listening,” Lucy spat, tears flowing down her face, the onion on the cutting board forgotten as she plunged the knife’s tip into the counter. “I just want you to shut up and listen for once, and not go hide in your books like you always do. Would it kill you to...
Added 19 Jun 2013 | Category Flash Fiction
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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