this sounds fun. might try my hand at writing something for it. great idea, guys. :)

The more the merrier, Rach.

My entry, The Berry Girl , is up now.


also nice, they're short enough that i can read most of them - tomorrow. lol i have a date with a bathtub right now - going to soak until i am prune like. i am sort in places i am not normally sore! :) $:

this sounds fun. might try my hand at writing something for it. great idea, guys. :)

He was well loved and well respected. his presence will be missed. i am saddened beyond words.

Sending lots of love, fuzzy. Get yourself better soon!

oh... i might be able to do this... :)

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. :)

xenop :)

http://blog.brightmillion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/xenops1.jpg

Umbrella Bird

thin

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkAp5l6dAJA/TyJw_RHiuzI/AAAAAAAACEs/jTFqK7ocFqg/s1600/dumbo+ears.jpg

disney, please. :)

Carousel spinning round and round Painted horses guard the killing ground Houdini’s ghost lends a helping hand Save your prayers for Superman Charcoal skies and hornet’s nests Soldiers dressed in their Sunday best Behind them plays a marching band Welcome to Cloud Cuckoo Land   Mirrors reflect a blood red sea The lion tamer sips his tea Ribbon dancers comes undone Burning under...

Added 06 Jul 2020 | Category Songs | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 395 | 8 Comments

Stalingrad, December 25, 1942. Winter blankets everything, turning the landscape bizarrely beautiful. If you look carefully, you can make out shapes under the hoarfrost and snow. Burned out tanks and piles of brick and steel that were once buildings litter the frozen battlefield that was once home to over 400,000 Russian men, women, and children. Now the corpses outnumber the living. You can...

Added 05 Mar 2015 | Category General | Votes 19 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,552 | 14 Comments

“What did you learn from this?” My therapist talking. She thinks that there are lessons in everything. My answer? “Next time, cut vertically, not horizontally. Also, white wine goes much better with sleeping pills than red.” I’m planning on working this into a comedy routine. I think I have a future. I’m supposed to be writing about my feelings . I made the mistake of telling her I’m...

Added 17 Jan 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,375 | 11 Comments

“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 | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,330 | 7 Comments

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 | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,107 | 8 Comments

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 | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,357 | 14 Comments

“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 | Votes 15 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 1,224 | 14 Comments

“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 | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 1,055 | 8 Comments

“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 16 | Avg Score 4.69 | Views 1,503 | 8 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 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,184 | 9 Comments