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The road stretched on before us, oblivious of the hundreds of miles we had already traversed on our way to say our final farewells to Nana. Hundreds more stretched before us still. They offered a time of quiet reminiscence and solitude on what would otherwise be a boring trip.

Posted By Heather On 07.30.2010 @ 6:15 pm

i’m feeling much further than i really am yet i find myself close. if i were to tell you where i was you wouldn’t believe it. i don’t believe it. i’m near.

Posted By Heather On 07.29.2010 @ 8:10 pm

I could hear footsteps and knew he was near, at least no further than a foot to my left. Holding my breath as I crouched in the small dark space, waiting for the moment he would turn and start to walk away unaware of my presence, made my anticipation for the moment rise. A moment later, I quietly reached out and grabbed his ankle, letting it slide from my grasp as he ran to his circle of friends. Haunting the wood at Halloween always a mischievous joy.

Posted By Heather On 07.29.2010 @ 7:47 pm

is a tv show on that one channel that i cant think of. mtv. that one. i find it embarrassing that mtv is the first thing i think of when i see the word “made.” aren’t i supposed to be a sophisticate? a pompous twenty-something that spends time reading classics in coffee shops?

Posted By Heather On 07.29.2010 @ 9:14 am

made a face and me and then i stuck my tounge out at her. we both got in trouble. she got the belt, i got the hand. that was the last time we fought over the pink cereal bowl. the last time. i detest the color pink now.

Posted By Heather On 07.28.2010 @ 11:20 pm

It was as if she tightened up the strings of her heart and played. The words flowed out like a cascade, erupted from her soul and brought the hall to silence. She had arrived at last. She was heard at last.

Posted By Heather On 07.26.2010 @ 6:52 pm

never accept half of anything, only the whole. Life is a journey, a short one, so live to the fullest.

Posted By heather On 07.25.2010 @ 3:41 pm

The only time I truly felt complete was when I had met him. I felt like everything in the world was right and nothing at all could possibly harm my most precious piece of me which was my heart. I still feel complete in knowing him but long for him in this absence we call distance.

Posted By Heather On 07.24.2010 @ 9:11 pm

All of the sudden I can’t remember what it’s like not to worry about money or a job…or feel good. How I long for the days of carefree peace and no upset tummy on the daily.

Posted By Heather On 07.23.2010 @ 11:57 pm

The vase sat on the piano, the bright red flowers seeming to be a song about life. Emma touched the keys skillfully, her voice bending around the vase.

Posted By Heather On 07.20.2010 @ 2:01 pm

Like a lion approaching its prey in the tall grasses of the Savannah, she awaited the perfect opportunity. She had a new tool in her arsenal, a long range lens that she hoped would help her capture those glorious moments that otherwise became a blur on the page and in their memories. Slowly she raised her camera. Click.

Posted By Heather On 07.18.2010 @ 3:10 pm

The trophy was heavy in recognition of the great work I had done. But it was bronze and I had wanted gold. I lifted above my head to the cheers of the crowd. I glanced to my right and contemplated letting it slip from my hand and on to the toes of the person elevated above me, where I should have been standing.

Posted By Heather On 07.17.2010 @ 5:41 pm

The boy next door crouched down to scare her. With the element of surprise, she screamed mercy on the top of her lungs.

Posted By heather On 07.16.2010 @ 11:03 pm

Is there anythign to say about element? I know it’s a brand name. There are also a periodic table of elements. They are essential!

Posted By Heather On 07.16.2010 @ 8:57 pm

He was in his element, the water rolling freely around his chest. He breathed in deeply, filling his lungs full of oxygen and then dove under water to the surprise of a small school of clown fish. They scattered as he kicked, plunging himself closer to the coral and a new world record.

Posted By Heather On 07.16.2010 @ 8:04 pm

She jumped up and down, the letter crinkling in her hand. A smile sat prominently on her face as she turned to her boyfriend, “I got in! I got in!” she yelled, pleased with the words on the paper. He sat there quietly, trying to ward off what he knew it would mean for them.

Posted By Heather On 07.14.2010 @ 12:24 pm

I watched you die. I didn’t want to do it. It’s just part of the contract I signed. I was the person who was rushing toward you as you stared at the gates, mouth agape. Then you sank back into your body haven been granted a second lease on life. I didn’t have time to warn you not to squander it this time.

Posted By Heather On 07.13.2010 @ 3:09 pm

As she sat staring at her feet, wondering how she would stave off the newest round of starvation, twenty bucks sat muffled at the bottom of her knapsack. It wasn’t money justly earned, but given freely by another beggar who knew he was better off. She hadn’t forgotten about it. She was merely unaware of its existence.

Posted By Heather On 07.12.2010 @ 11:20 am

“Frank!” I yelled over the beat-up vehicle, “Are you almost done? I’m being eaten alive out here.” It was late and the mosquitoes wouldn’t stop attacking.

He’d been working hard for the last twenty minutes and didn’t appreciate the rebuff. ‘We can leave right now if you don’t care that your precious bike isn’t secure yet.”

Posted By Heather On 07.11.2010 @ 7:33 pm

The little girl licked her ice cream cone happily. Each nudge set the scoop a little more precariously on the edge of the cone. Only a few more pushes and the ice cream would topple over the side, landing with a soft thud at her feet. I watched and wondered who would step up and stop the process.

Posted By Heather On 07.10.2010 @ 8:35 pm

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Posted By heather On 07.10.2010 @ 12:18 pm

Being told his pay was based on the number of products he could generate, Chris worked with vigor. At the end of the day, his fingers were calloused, his back ached, and his peers laughed until their cheeks and sides had stitches in them. It appeared he had mistaken the doll’s bottoms as their faces and they now all sprouted bright red hair.

Posted By Heather On 07.09.2010 @ 6:50 pm

The large brown bear lumbered across the campground, sticking his wet nose into anything that would accommodate it. I sat silently in my car, windows rolled up and keys in the ignition just in case. The only sign of life coming from my area was the flashing and clicking of my camera.

Posted By Heather On 07.08.2010 @ 7:26 pm

Everything was precisely as she expected it. The sweaters hung limply next to each other, followed by the blouses, three quarter-inch sleeves, and then vests. Dresses and skirts were last. Within each category, they were color-coded. She smiled at the perfection, burying the idea of obsessive-compulsive disorder amongst the heavy fabrics.

Posted By Heather On 07.07.2010 @ 2:11 pm

“Chaos Joanie. That’s my life,” I said into the phone. I never could understand how we were such great friends when we seemed to always be at odds. “Serious, serious chaos,” I repeated, hoping she could hear the emphasis on how bad things were at that moment.

Posted By Heather On 07.06.2010 @ 8:10 pm

She sat crying by the puddle, dirtied from head to toe. “I hate you Robbie!” she screamed for the fourth time that day. Slowly she stood up and marched into the house for a change of clothes. As she rounded the corner she noticed his bedroom door was open and his frog was awake. She knew just how she would pay her older brother back.

Posted By Heather On 07.04.2010 @ 7:36 pm

I feel like a pawn in the game of life. It seems some bigger stronger person is always plowing me down, tipping me over, and then setting me aside. I don’t like watching from the sidelines. It’s time to make some changes. Watch out Kings and Queens of the world. I’m coming for you!

Posted By Heather On 07.03.2010 @ 11:35 am

It was hard being born so common. My blonde hair and blue eyes looking just like every German child and my name sounding the same. I looked around and wondered how we were the first country to achieve a super race. The explanation seemed simple enough: gene mutation. I struggled with the history of it.

Posted By Heather On 07.02.2010 @ 2:11 pm

The men stood tall, proud of their occupation. The admiral walked by, his medals and stripes sitting prominently on his chest, inspecting the fresh faces of the new troops. Too young, he thought. He stared at the men and then loudly proclaimed, “Men, I salute you!”

Posted By Heather On 07.01.2010 @ 6:22 pm

I hate the new trend. Pants practically around the boy’s ankles, boxers hanging out. What will they think of next. I hope it includes dressing the boys like humans instead of rag dolls! Oh, and the girls need to put some more clothes on too because at those young ages, I have no desire to see their flat tummies and chests.

Posted By Heather On 06.30.2010 @ 12:01 pm