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Krystal wrote about the word port 1 year, 8 months ago
They pulled into port, greeted by a woman resembling the White Witch, and my sister and her husband got off last. From the ceiling hung odd silver rods that reflected light, though I couldn’t tell where the light was coming from.
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Krystal wrote about the word booth 1 year, 12 months ago
The Phantom Tollbooth contains a section where the main character comes across a small, eccentric conductor as he is about to conduct the dawn, and I will always remember that the oboe was yellow. Encouraging a sort of synesthesia, I search now for colors in the sounds that I hear, particularly as I play the [...]
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Krystal wrote about the word thief 1 year, 12 months ago
The thieves were young, wearing baggy clothes, and cocky. They stole the equipment in broad daylight while talking to us–the people they were stealing from–and when they took off, we shouted, and no one expected it. We hunted across campus for them. The President found one couple who had seen the thieves in Elmo pajamas, [...]
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Krystal wrote about the word wrath 2 years ago
The wrath of the media comes down on Harold Camping today as yet another of his predictions is proven wrong, and I wonder how he feels about being wrong, whether he has accepted yet that he is, whether he has begun to doubt himself or his faith because of this, and yet I don’t quite [...]
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Krystal wrote about the word domestic 2 years ago
This is the same word as yesterday, and unfortunately I have a habit of associating it with women, so now what comes to mind is the Angel of the House, which is a term coined by some writer who I cannot recall at the moment (perhaps Virginia Woolf?).
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Krystal wrote about the word domestic 2 years ago
Domestic words heard everyday in my house were things like “bills” and “food,” and when I think of domestic objects, I see books, and the glass coffee table, and the huge corner couch that I practically inhabited.
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Krystal wrote about the word mole 2 years ago
Mole hills make mountains when we are more concerned with details than getting by. When we inflate those details into more than they were, perhaps, or more than they should be. Tripping over mole hills made mountains.
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Krystal wrote about the word tempted 2 years ago
She was tempted to steal her roommate’s marshmallows, but knowing that she had not eaten dinner, she resisted. Instead, she made tea–first the Thai tea from the Asian store, then the green tea her mother had given her ages ago, perhaps before she knew that it was best for women over their 30′s, but not [...]
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Krystal wrote about the word forgotten 2 years ago
Forgotten words dissolve into memory where other forgotten people and places reside. Oblivion, dissolution define our forgetting.
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Krystal wrote about the word wasteland 2 years ago
A wasteland stretching before one who is alone and decrepit, afraid. The rocks beneath his soles dig into the flesh and stick, dropping off as he walks, and the shrubs have thorns that scratch and bit and claw, but he goes on, mouth hanging open, arms limp.
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Krystal wrote about the word eyeliner 2 years ago
I am writing about eyeliner. As a demonstration. Tada! This timer will go for one minute. Woot! Eyeliner, eyeliner, eyeliner. One thing I don’t like about this is that afterward, all entries are displayed publicly with a name, but… I don’t mind too much.
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Krystal wrote about the word eyeliner 2 years ago
The eyeliner made the lines of her eyes itch with its black goop, and she felt constantly as if it might spill into her eyeball, blinding her temporarily as she drove to prom. Yet she knew that it made the color of here eyes pop in ways no one would expect.
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Krystal wrote about the word upstairs 2 years, 8 months ago
The stairs are wooden, with a wooden railing, and the lights make the hallway yellowed. She took the steps slowly, eyes always turned upward to see what lay ahead.
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Krystal wrote about the word hats 2 years, 8 months ago
Hats remind me of Jack, the Jewish person in our group. He’s what I call the magnet–the one with all the cool things to say, who knows all these random trivia facts. Every day he wears a top hat.
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Seri wrote about the word tilt 2 years, 8 months ago
She tilted the glass in her hands, watching the red whine swirl in its crystal chamber. The party was droll, and she was uninterested. She felt like a captive. Too may people, too much light, too much noise…
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Seri wrote about the word tilt 2 years, 8 months ago
Tilting while I’m spinning, I feel like I’m in love, and the world hugs me with gravity. Falling in love is tilting in all directions.
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Seri became a registered member 2 years, 8 months ago
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