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Veerin commented on the post, sonar 10 months, 1 week ago
It’s like sonar, the way that his voice reaches me, fills me up, guides me. It’s like a light at the end of the dark and damp tunnel, the one that makes me feel weak and useless and utterly lost. I feel his words […]
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Veerin wrote about the word beehive 1 year, 3 months ago
It was a mistake. All Dean wanted to do was agitate them a little bit, give Sammy a little scare. But the next thing he knew he was dashing for the car with Sam’s chubby hand in his, the buzz of dozen of angry bees loud in his ears. Tears rolled down over Sam’s red [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word slouch 1 year, 5 months ago
I saw the immediate slouch of his shoulders. He sank back into the chair, burying himself in his coat and the thick scarf wound around his neck. It was as though he wished he could invisible. He didn’t want anyone to see him for what he really was. Not even himself.
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Veerin wrote about the word radical 1 year, 7 months ago
A couple flicks of the wrist, a fist and a slap, fingers locking and finally pulling away. “Radical,” they said in unison.
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Veerin wrote about the word advice 1 year, 7 months ago
Her advice is terrible. She’s got lots of great qualities, a pretty little present with all the bows and ribbons. But her advice is absolutely terrible.
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Veerin wrote about the word spring 1 year, 7 months ago
There’s no way to tell its spring here. There aren’t any flowers or birds. There isn’t sweet, fresh, perfume air outside. There isn’t warmth and relaxation. There’s dirt and darkness and air that kills. Its spring because the calendar says so, not because you can feel it.
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Veerin wrote about the word iron 1 year, 7 months ago
The iron bar is cold in his sweaty hands, eyes searching in the darkness for her figure. He hears a shout and spins around. He swings the iron, slicing the smoky woman in two. She lets out a screech as she disappears, body flashing and contorting. He smiles, gets a smile back.
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Veerin wrote about the word mystery 1 year, 7 months ago
It’s a mystery why–after everything–he still cares about me. He still throws himself in the line of fire to keep my safe. He still stitches me up and lends me a coat and lets me sleep on long drives. It’s like a dream. A dream and a nightmare rolled into one.
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Veerin wrote about the word salt 1 year, 8 months ago
It tastes like salt in his mouth. It’s unwelcome and unexpected and too much. He can’t believe he’s said it but there it is, out in the open, pulling tears from the other boy’s eyes. He swallows, shocked at himself. He knows then what he wants to say, but he doesn’t get the chance. Suddenly [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word driving 1 year, 9 months ago
It’s when he feels most at home. The familiar feel and scent and sound of the car. The scenery passing by in a rush outside the window. And he’s not alone here. There’s blaring music and off-key singing and glances and smiles every now and then. He can’t help but to feel safe there, even [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word brick 1 year, 9 months ago
The brick wall was damp against my back. I shivered, shaking rain from my bangs like a wet dog. I got a frustrated glance in response. The air was thick with moisture as I sucked in a breath, waiting for the signal. It was all down hill from there.
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Veerin wrote about the word lock 1 year, 9 months ago
It’s like all of a sudden he just can’t give a damn. He doesn’t try to pick the lock so it can be used again later. He takes out his gun and shoots it to pieces, then grabs my arm and pulls me inside, slamming the door behind us. I stumble over to the nearest [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word boiling 1 year, 9 months ago
Keep me here. Trap me. I always end up thinking about you, but I have no idea if you ever think about me. I’m boiling over. I’m sick of feeling like this. Like a bad guy for nothing. I didn’t do anything. You changed, not me. I want to know what happened. I want to [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word root 1 year, 9 months ago
It wasn’t easy to get a straight answer. He felt like he was always going around in circles, asking the wrong questions and taking the wrong chances. But all he wanted to do was get to the root of the problem. It was too hard to be trapped in the same situation every day. He [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word ticket 1 year, 10 months ago
He holds the ticket in his hands, tightly, because if it was caught by the wind and taken away he doesn’t know how he could go on. He feels so torn. That ticket could take him somewhere he wanted to be, somewhere where things would be easier. But at the same time, he was leaving [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word cigarette 1 year, 10 months ago
He holds the cigarette between his fingers, thoughts obviously somewhere else. He raises it to his mouth, breathes in, puffs out. The smoke billows out and swiftly floats away. It’s hypnotizing, the way he moves. It’s as though he’s always mindful of what he’s doing and is incredibly good at hiding it. I feel almost [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word bow 1 year, 10 months ago
I’d never seen her with bows in her hair. It was always tied back, in braids or messy buns, with an elastic band. She looked stunning. It caught me off guard.
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Veerin wrote about the word stem 1 year, 10 months ago
The stem of the flower was thick and it took me an embarrassingly long time to pull it’s roots from the ground. She was happy when I presented it to her, even though she knew I must have stolen it from the garden outside the grocery store. She placed it in an old, cracked vase [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word braid 1 year, 10 months ago
Bridget’s hair was pulled back in a messy but rather intricate braid. It lay against the side of her neck and dangled over the pages of the book in her hands, shining in the early morning glow from the window. She caught me looking at her and gave me a light smack in the arm. [...]
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Veerin wrote about the word honest 1 year, 10 months ago
I see the honesty in her eyes. Her words seem so strange, so unbelievable, but I do believe them. It’s hard not to when she looks at me that way. It’s like she’s seeing me for who I am and trusting me enough to let me know who she really is.
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