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fourerin wrote about the word bandana 2 years ago
Remove the bandana from your waist, the rope around your taste, the darling birds that flutter through your head. Remove the white walls and the fray, the time on the watch that causes delay, and remember why you are here. Remember you were made for me, my dear.
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fourerin wrote about the word iron 2 years, 1 month ago
I feared the iron in his blood. It gave him the power to hit, the power to stare, the power to release vile words that were more vicious than any poison I could ever swallow. That is why I feared. That is why I fear.
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fourerin wrote about the word styrofoam 2 years, 1 month ago
It’s so difficult to write with this broken hand, let alone trying to conjure words beautiful enough to move the masses from a styrofoam heart. That’s all I am anymore, anyway. Just the packaging for your next affair.
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Erin wrote about the word gadget 2 years, 1 month ago
The gadget whirred and clicked, before pausing for a moment in her chest. “Peculiar,” the machine thought out loud. “Why is her head not getting my signals?”
“Ahh,” spoke the brain. “It’s you again. I’m sorry, but we’ve decided to move on.”
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Erin wrote about the word robot 2 years, 1 month ago
Why are you so robotic, my dear? You speak in a way I cannot understand. You shield your emotions and memories from the world that wants so badly to let you in, and blame it on your childhood. I did not create those people who killed your life. I did not decide to reach into [...]
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Erin wrote about the word acoustic 2 years, 1 month ago
The acoustics were impeccable, darling. It was as if your heart had leapt right into my ears, and drowned out all other thoughts in this rattled old schizophrenic nightmare. I lost you. Oh, I lost you once. But I refuse to allow our embrace to ever end from this point on. Let’s live to the [...]
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Erin wrote about the word whiskey 2 years, 1 month ago
Oh, the taste of that whiskey to his lips! It was like a warm breeze on a summer night, the curse of a thousand dying voices. They only wanted him to drink more, to feel less, to consume everything, and destroy all hope. That was the terror. Those were the monsters that still lurk in [...]
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word seconds 2 years, 9 months ago
The seconds raced by as we passed each other in that hallway, that corridor of hidden eye contact, the shyness of the smiles behind our lips. We were strangers, on that day, and lovers the next, in that same passageway. There were no seconds between us but years and years, and I can’t fight them [...]
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word element 2 years, 10 months ago
She was out of her element. Everything about the place was upside down, a maze of endless turns and curves that always led to some sort of dark end, where she didn’t dare step foot. There was no way out, in his chamber of a heart, and only now was she beginning to realize this.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word pleased 2 years, 10 months ago
I woke up this morning and I felt as though I did not exist. I walked upstairs as I untangled my limbs and when I looked in the mirror, all I could get out was, “Pleased to meet you.”
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word lease 2 years, 10 months ago
This house was just on lease, a one time deal kind of thing. This love was just out on rent – never owned, never bought, never right.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word forgotten 2 years, 10 months ago
The best things in life are forgotten. That is how it has always been, and how it will always be.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word secure 2 years, 10 months ago
Security breached, it flashed. Like you hadn’t heard that a million times. And like this couldn’t have been prevented with all the fucking warning signs. Abusive relationship detected, it flashed again. Like this couldn’t have been stopped. Like it never even happened.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word scoop 2 years, 10 months ago
His two hands folded into tiny cups, scooping this tangled frame from a bed sheet of horrors, lifting her towards the door and setting her free. It was about time someone did.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word generate 2 years, 10 months ago
“Let’s be happy,” she said, sitting passenger side to a monster brewing at the steering wheel. “Instead of being degenerate fucks.”
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word order 2 years, 10 months ago
There was no order. Each man scrambled just as desperately as the next, hungover with confusion and craving an escape. The games that had occurred had become far too dangerous, and their hearts were at stake. No one could win or lose – they could only spend eternity trying to find a way out.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word beach 2 years, 11 months ago
That really was the last time we said goodbye to the beach. The constant of those waves became sort of a home to me – or at least a shelter – and it was the perfect summer, spent with your voice, attracting me like a tourist to your depths. And no amount of late afternoon [...]
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word tide 2 years, 11 months ago
And I agree; the tide comes in and out without notice or caution, like the earth’s lungs subconsciously breathing, with no concern for anything but itself, in a rhythmic come-and-go motion, much like the seasons, or clockwork, or you.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word bleach 2 years, 11 months ago
The sterile stench of that place was something I really just could not even comprehend. The amounts of people – scrambling like frantic rabbits – the glimmer of compromised hope in each set of eyes, combined with the deathly odor of necessary bleach, was all too much for a kid to handle.
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Erin Bottner wrote about the word waltz 2 years, 11 months ago
The colors danced in and out of each other, each fading into the background just as elegantly as the next, yet bringing it’s own special hue to the once blue sky. They seemed to waltz around the firey center on the horizon, cascading across the landscape in some sort of regal ball that took place [...]
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