Her cigarette dangles from between her pale fingers, spitting smoke that curls upwards and out of sight. I want nothing more than to twist my limbs into that smoke and fly away into the night with it.
The page was tear-stained and wrinkled from the countless hours it had spent crushed in her palm, and the ink was beginning to fade. It was the final letter from him, the letter that told her he would never return. He was gone.
You are the one who won’t dare raise his voice above a whisper. You are the one who creeps through dark corridors and hides his face. You are the scared little boy who won’t emerge from the shadows. It’s You. You are the coward, and yet you tell me that I am afraid. You are [...]
I’d like to print the way that I feel and use it for future reference. I seem to do my best writing and thinking when I feel this way, but I have no idea what to call it.
If I could have my emotions printed across a page… that would be swell.
Coal dust settled over a landscape of snow.
“Solved.” In some far corner of my mind I know that this means it should be over, but nothing is ever really “solved” when you think it is.
I don’t like surprises.
Mystery. He had finally figured out the mystery that was Her. Or so he thought. Wasn’t the point of a mystery to keep you guessing?
Well baby, she had certainly done that. He was finished. Done. He would waste no more time trying to solve those questions. He was out.
Between my mama’s and my granny’s collected recipes, there must be thousands upon thousands of yummy things to make. Sometimes mama makes up recipes and forgets to write them down, so dishes are never quite the same, but always delicious. I wish I could bake and cook as well as they. I feel like a [...]
In the second grade my class was reading a story aloud. I raised my hand to read next but the teacher called on a boy called Chase instead. I was slightly annoyed until Chase read the word “recipe.” My whole life (or at least ever since I could read) I had thought that this word [...]
Life itself is a sport, you know. So many rules and regulations… It’s frustrating, really. Who decided upon these rules? Who decided that we should all follow them? Why are we held accountable to even the unspoken rules (you know what I am talking about.)? I’m sick of it, and I say “Screw it.” You [...]
“That which doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.”
So, what, are you telling me that I may die out here?!
My imagination takes off, listing all of the possible ways I could die out here in this torturous environment that we fondly (or not so fondly, depending) call “sports.”
Aching muscles blazing sun salty sweat burning my eyes
Skin is soaked
tension so thick you could cut it
“Not The best but Your best”
My best must be The best