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This word has come up before. I guess One Word recycles. Which is great for the environment. And ideas sometimes. Sometimes ideas need to be recycled. Reused, rehashed, regurgitated.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 07.05.2012 @ 11:02 pm

The orphans gathered in the crowded train car for the marble tournament. They were playing for keeps. “Loser cleans the outhouses. Winner gets a second portion of dinner,” said Danny, the toughest orphan.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 07.03.2012 @ 2:06 pm

The horse was strapped into its harness. Broken leg dangling limply. The crane lifted it up and the horse bucked. It was the only survivor of the car crash.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 07.02.2012 @ 5:07 pm

“Chiiiiiilieeeesss Baby Back Ribs” The jingle played through the radio into the car. It gave Manuel chills. He was a vegetarian. Meat is murder. “Hi Can I take your order?” shrieked the drive thru attendant at McDonald’s.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.30.2012 @ 5:35 pm

“Ewww. God. STOP SAYING THAT WORD.” “Hahaha. Crust. Crusty crust. Moist. Moist Crust.” “Gross. Gross. Gross. I’m not listening to you. I’m ignoring you.” “Crusty Panties. Lumps. Moist Lumps.” “JEREMY. I’m going to vomit on you.”

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.28.2012 @ 9:56 pm

The configuration was astounding. The professor applauded Julia and had her get up in front of the class. She was suffering a stroke. Of genius.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.27.2012 @ 12:35 pm

The flyer distributor sighed. She still had 100 animal rights flyers to give away before she could go on her lunch break. She was craving a cheeseburger. She was going to get a cheeseburger. Fuck veganism. Today she was going for the meat.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.26.2012 @ 7:23 pm

“Wash cut and blow?” Sure. This was Tamara’s first haircut since her sex change. Boy, was it different from a barbershop. She wouldn’t be getting a shave this time.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.14.2010 @ 10:37 am

Smile though your heart is breaking. Smile though you are aching. The Charlie Chaplin tune floated through the summer air. There was something calm and haunting and peaceful about this night.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.12.2010 @ 11:20 am

“Have a tough upper lip and be brave. Ok sweetheart?” Samantha nodded. “That’s my girl.” Bill was worried about his daughter. Even more, he was worried about Samantha’s mother. She had been missing for seven days.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.11.2010 @ 3:55 pm

“Pfft. Science.” Brad was leafing through a textbook. “Ha! Bunson Burner. What a load of crap.”

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.06.2010 @ 12:36 pm

Following suit. That’s what Amy was always doing. And these days following suit meant playing beer pong on school nights with her new group of friends, and hooking up with her senior beer pong partners.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.05.2010 @ 12:08 pm

“Ow! My Spine! What’d you do that for?!” Chester was laughing behind his big brother’s back hiding the textbook he had just hit him with. “Ken! Watch your temper!” their mother shouted from the kitchen. Ken found the whole situation unfair. Just because his brother had autism shouldn’t mean he was allowed to get away with everything.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.04.2010 @ 7:59 pm

Starlight. That’s what you are. Intangible. Wishful. A gleam of hope. A child’s prayer.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.03.2010 @ 3:41 pm

“Excuse me, miss. How do I get to Century 21?” Normally Sidney would keep walking but the man was old. “Walk down Broadway and make a left when you hit Dey St.” “Thank you. By the way you don’t happen to know a Lane Parker do you?” Sidney continued on her way and then stopped. “Lane Parker is my father.”

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.02.2010 @ 2:37 pm

The gong rang out and that signaled the end of class. I rolled up my mat and put a five in the donation jar. I hate yoga. It makes me feel like a pretentious hipster.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 06.01.2010 @ 11:18 am

He handed her the wrapped gift .It was a shitty gift he got two years ago from his boss and it was wrapped in shitty dollar store wrapping paper. “Oh! How did you know I collect pink dolphin paper weights?!” she exclaimed.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 05.29.2010 @ 5:07 pm

She had him like she had a dog by the collar. Wordlessly, she handed him her purse and wordlessly he took it. Tim was whipped. Whipped like he had never been before. What was it about this woman?

Posted By E.M. Gala On 05.28.2010 @ 9:40 pm

A freshly used bow and arrow had been placed on the shelf. Elmira knew it had been used because of the dirt that resided on the tip of the arrow where it had failed to strike the target. Elmira picked up the bow from off the shelf and studied it carefully.

Posted By E.M. Gala On 05.27.2010 @ 12:19 pm