She wouldn’t look at me and she kept humming that damn lullaby, her greasy hair sticking to her cheek. She jerked her head and her hair covered her face like a shiny curtain. She picked at her toenail, jabbed her thumb into the corner of her big toe, made it bleed. I sat in the [...]
Missed word dump: booth, torch, canteen, mint
It was the height of summer when the leaves crackled against clear skies and the sun baked the freckles into your skin. You’d stay up past the warnings of the cabin counselors, slip out with a pack of hushing friends, steal from the canteen, paintbomb the really bitchy matron’s information booth, follow a winding trail through the leaning trees lighted by the sole torch that was remembered. You’d all stand in a circle and crack that one brand of mints, your teeth gnashing wide, so each of you could see the sparks bouncing in each others’ mouths.
He taught me to always know my exit before conning someone, but don’t let them see your eye on the door. He taught me a lot… so why was I the one in the cell, while he drove south with my money? Oh, this wasn’t over. Far from it.
Missed word: Wasteland
This wasteland is ours. Ours to pull as many donuts as we want in the emptied parking lot of the Grab N’ Go. Ours to fuss with a projector for an hour and then watch old movies, the four of us alone in a fantastically preserved theatre. We are the kings of the road, weaving in and around abandoned vehicles. There’s no one else, no threats really. We call out whatever the hell we want, our voices beating off the charred steel and towering shells of human achievement. The echoes are beautiful and make us feel less lonesome.
Missed word: Pretzel
What better way to end a trip to the mall then at the food court? Flopping exhausted into hard plastic chairs while one lone scout goes off in search for greasy delicious food. I always ask for a pretzel, as large as my face and salted to perfection. And a cherry Coke to wash it down. I steal pieces of Teriyaki chicken from my brother and try to store this moment of happiness away for a rainy day.
Missed word: Wrath
Warped metal, smoking fender, hair and skin melted into torn seats. The driver of the other car was sitting, unscathed, like a sick joke in the back of an ambulance. The EMT felt his blood boiling and wanted to wring the man’s neck. Beat his fists on the cracked asphalt. He was useless here.
Missed word: Domestic
”You think being a housewife and mother is terrible, don’t you?” She said to her daughter. ”I chose this. Don’t you sneer at my life. I love being a mother. If you ever try it some day, you’ll realize it’s the hardest bloody job on earth.”
Missed word: Mole
The mole had dominion over a score of holes and tunnels, three voles, a family of hamster refugees, numerous slimy earthworms, a gossipy nightcrawler (whose blind snout, or was it his rear?) got in to everything, and of course his lovely bride. A swallow, trapped beneath the soil and grass forever, and it was his charm and wit that continued to coax the sad but beautiful songs from her sweet throat.
Missed word: Tempted
Each day Thom was tempted. Taunted. Tortured by his desire. His dentist’s stomach didn’t appreciate the state of his sugared teeth, but his wallet was certainly open to the idea of Thom’s continued cravings.
Missed word: Curious
”Does it hurt?” she murmured as she pulled another stitch through. ”Being so damn curious?” Her patient grunted, his teeth set in a tight grimace. ”I was protecting you,” he said to the wall. She cut the stitching and gave him a knowing look. ”And… I was curious.” They both were. Curious about what lay beyond the wall. But only he was stupid enough to go over it. Alone.
Missed word: Forgotten
It hurt, the father thought, to be forgotten by the son. He could only see him now in his mind’s eye as his little boy, that smile turned on him, warming him. Now where was that little boy? Playing dress-up in fancy suits, sipping from bottles with labels he couldn’t even pronounce, toasting superiors who were not family, not even close. How could his little boy forget where he came from?
Missed word: Vodka
Tug? Tug might be a drink, like milk and vodka, or something.
Missed word: Glowing
There is a seldom seen light, seldom seen by human eyes, the sort of light that gilds the canopy of the forest at dawn, when the dew has yet to dry. It refracts in to a thousand thousand colors captured in countless tiny spheres and it dapples down to coat the forest floor with a shade of its former glory.
I’m insane, have a free Monday night, and am going to write 10 or so missed words whilst I listen to iTunes on shuffle and delete random shite from my HD. Good times.
It was almost too much, entering that house again, the ceiling lined with bones like a ribcage. She must polish them to make them shine so. The young man stepped closer to the light of her fire, a musty low pit in the center of the dirt floor. She gazed at him from behind her [...]
A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot
Cause he loaded it up
when I was there to buy some strings
I’m finding times like these
Would mean everything to me
Tommy looked up at his novelty clock
He stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece
He turned and talked to me
Till I would have to leave
He said “young boy, you gotta let it fly
There’s a song in your lung and a dream in your eye
Don’t you beg for bread when there’s so much more
You can dream the whole damn store
There’ll be many a night when you can’t find food
From the long road home to the hotel room
But don’t forget that I always believed in you”
Good on you boy
Good on me
Good on you
A cigarette shock to the marigold pot
As they wished me good luck
I shut the door and crossed the street
Every couple weeks
I would check in just to see
Till Bishop in a shock
Picked the telephone up
Heard my cigarette cough
And said “oh man it’s good to hear from you”
And not believe
That Tommy had to leave
Hey there boy go ahead and fly
Say hello to your mom in the midnight sky
I won’t forget that you always believed in me
Though there’s many a night where I can’t find food
Take a look at me now man I’m playing my tunes
I won’t forget you
Cause you were good to me
Good on you, boy
Hell, good on me
But good on you
~ 1331 by Hurt
His eyes were tearing up from the hours spent staring at the buzzing screen. He rubbed at them, and then scowled when the console fritzed. Slapping a hand on the side of the screen, he prayed that he’d get the signal back. He heard the screeching start up outside his bunker. He didn’t let his [...]
Missed word dump: eyeliner, heel, waver, birth, crew
She was new to the group, new to such things as eyeliner and heels. She wavered in the hall at the back of their pack, seeing her old friends staring in disbelief. One night, one party had changed everything, given birth to her new lifestyle, her acceptance by this crew. She wanted to flaunt it, but she felt more like running for the nearest window.
Missed word: Camp
The tent was torn, the food scattered, the ground churned by scraping feet. A fight had occured, no, an attack. The ranger, crouched amongst the chaos, studying the debris, raised his radio and called it in.
Missed word: Dinosaur
He walked beside the beast, running his calloused fingers along its thick rough hide. It was ten times the size of his horse and fifty times more powerful. Its tail, broad as a ten year oak, swayed to and fro, drawing in buyers hypnotically. He walked carefully around the fan of spike and flesh that graced its head and stared into its bright intelligent eyes. He gently placed a hand on one of its horns. The thing harumphed, jerking his hand slightly. He smirked. He knew he would pay anything for this creature. Now, to barter.
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