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Tai commented on the post, side 9 months ago
This side of the ocean just seems so much bluer. The waves lap at the pure white shoreline, and I can’t help thinking that I’ve never missed the Atlantic so little.
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Tai commented on the post, want 9 months, 1 week ago
I want a lot of things. I want to go to a college that I like best, that likes me best. I want a house that is all my own – I want to move out soon and be on my own. I’m young and restless even though I’m not a […]
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Tai wrote about the word apron 1 year, 4 months ago
She had a white apron fastened around her waist. The kitchen was bright as she padded around on the caramel-wooded floors with a mixing bowl. He was coming home tonight. She garnished each pastry carefully.
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Tai wrote about the word thunder 1 year, 5 months ago
The thunder sounded in the distance, rumbling low over the rolling hills. I wait, wrapped in a soft throw, perched on the edge of my couch. My eyes are glazed over, anticipating the coming storm. One… two… three… Brrrroom.
The air smells like rain.
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Tai wrote about the word skyline 1 year, 5 months ago
I thought of a skyscraper. I never liked to stand on top of skyscrapers because I’ve always been afraid of falling off. It only takes one misplaced footstep, and it scares me just how powerful one mistake can be.
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Tai wrote about the word solitaire 1 year, 6 months ago
I used to play solitaire with my grandmother. She taught me how to play. We would spread out the deck of cards on the patio, shrouded in trailing ivy. The sun would peak through the lattice and illuminate the ace of spades.
I haven’t played since she died.
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Tai posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 6 months ago
I absolutely love the imagery here! You make it seem so easy.
In reply to - Tianwei Liu wrote about the word autumn Autumn is fire, cool, dowered with empty leaves and the not-so-empty threat of colder days still. Leaves become skeletons, brittle but infested, Autumn wreathes her gowns with damp and decay beneath the facade of dry fire, warmth, the glory of trees in an endless park and walks forever steeped in romanticism. • View -
Tai wrote about the word autumn 1 year, 6 months ago
I love the autumn. It was breathtaking to watch the leaves change by degrees each day; it seems like only yesterday I dismissed the Fall Foliage festival and said, “The leaves haven’t even changed.” And now they’ve run through their cycles; leaves are on the ground, their brilliant colors reduced to that elevation. Fall is [...]
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Tai wrote about the word passionate 1 year, 6 months ago
I remember that, once, I was passionate. I lived for him – and I suppose that was my first mistake. My second was that, in my passion, I trusted him. I explained away things that were wrong in my mind – I tried to ignore things that meant that my dream wasn’t all I have [...]
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Tai wrote about the word husband 1 year, 6 months ago
I hope to one day have a husband, but despite the desire for it to be so, I can’t imagine myself falling into the arms of another. I can’t even comprehend trusting anyone as much as I did before; I can’t even conceive becoming so close to an individual. I can’t imagine a kiss; I [...]
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Tai wrote about the word castle 1 year, 7 months ago
The castle facade of the jousting ring rose high over the sand pit, above the knights the plebeians, and even the Queen herself. Rodrick appeared, his lance lowered, and the announcer exclaimed, “His helmet, his armor, and his horse were all STOLEN.”
A certain faction cheered.
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Tai wrote about the word dull 1 year, 7 months ago
This life is dull. I feel like – and have always felt – I have so much potential, but I am simply in the wrong place and the wrong time. I have accidentally been put in the wrong body and the wrong circumstances. I could be great in another world; I could be substantial in [...]
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Tai wrote about the word warfare 1 year, 7 months ago
Girl world is modern warfare. Being around her makes me realize exactly why I choose self-isolation. Being around her makes me remember why I prefer to be ALONE. I am so sick of her treating me like I’m stupid and deprived. I’m not stupid. She’s the one who can’t keep her legs shut and her [...]
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Tai wrote about the word conviction 1 year, 7 months ago
I was always reluctant to decide on things. I have always been slow to come to any kind of conviction. Mostly because it mortifies me, shocks me, shakes me to be wrong. I can’t stand deciding that something is true, and finding out later that it is, in fact, false. I don’t want to say [...]
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Tai wrote about the word stacks 1 year, 7 months ago
There were stacks of old papers all around. They symbolized something for her, something dark.
Each was a reminder of her imperfections; each was a reminder of her failure. Her eyes slid across the towers of paper, and she despaired for a better tomorrow.
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This is very creepy. I love the way you create atmosphere with so little.
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Tai wrote about the word evidence 1 year, 7 months ago
There is evidence of another regression; bulging abdomen, chin angled below to hide the shame, baggy clothes to conceal the essence of her weakness. She stumbles, shambles, fails; she hopes, prays, struggles for a new tomorrow that will be, in all respects, brighter. She leaves the table, disregards the temptation, puts down her fork. With [...]
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Tai wrote about the word couch 1 year, 8 months ago
She sits on the couch, sprawled out. Today was a long one, filled with things and people she cannot understand. Her eyes glaze over as she watches the news; she sits and looks out on the things she cannot change.
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Tai wrote about the word celebrate 1 year, 8 months ago
The air was thick with apprehension. As the minutes ticked on, the mothers and children tucked into each other, and the fathers looked on grimly. A large television broadcasted an equally grim-looking anchorwoman. Her body language showed her nervousness. Around the world, people tensed as the time drew nearer. Tick… tick… tick… The clock tolled, [...]
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Tai wrote about the word concern 1 year, 8 months ago
I’m concerned for my future. Where am I headed? Sure, I’m under the impression that I’m going to be successful in the end, but I can’t envision the path leading up to it. And isn’t the journey what’s important rather than the destination? I don’t know. Why can’t I stop? Oh, God, I lost my [...]
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Tai wrote about the word pouch 1 year, 8 months ago
A velveteen patch was fastened to his hip. In it was everything he owned: two shillings, some string, and a polished stone. He hadn’t much money, and the string was useless, at least at that time, but the tiny, seemingly insignificant rock— The stone was what burned in his pocket, what burned in his mind; [...]
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