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She flicked her to one side and tipped her head forward. He passed the necklace under her chin and brought the ends up behind her neck. Fumbling he tried to fasten the clasp.

Posted By Ian On 04.27.2013 @ 1:05 pm

I like bowling. The last time I remember Going bowling was in Germany with a school trip in Erefurt. I had a nasty accident on this trip and another girl was also involved. She beat me at bowling the night before the accident. Coincidence or not? But even stranger was my friend who deluged in the dark arts read my tarot reading and it contained the Death card. Spooky.

Posted By Ian On 04.26.2013 @ 2:48 am

He rolled a little of the compost between his thumb and first finger, letting it powder back into the planter. He finds it harder work to bend down to it nowadays, but the feel of the soil makes him smile wryly. He fumbles with a packet, tipping several seeds into his dirty palm.

Posted By Ian On 04.24.2013 @ 1:09 pm

Of habit. Of mind. Of comfort. Of deceit. Of feature. Of terror. Of mind. Of presence. Of creation. Of knowledge. Of doubt. Of love.

Posted By Ian On 04.18.2013 @ 5:08 am

FACE

Posted By Ian On 04.17.2013 @ 5:19 pm

He paced up and down the kitchen, papers in one hand, tape measure in the other. His wife glanced up from the breakfast bar, having looked for inspiration in the cup of coffee that was Luke warm at best. He looked down quickly at the papers, and looked at her with a smile. A eureka moment, he knew those geometry lessons would pay off. ‘Yes Tina, the smaller washing machine will fit.’

Posted By Ian On 04.15.2013 @ 4:36 am

The paper clip moved imperceptibly at first. Then it appeared to vibrate on the table top. It stopped for about a second, before starting to judder again. As the hand moved closer it seem to almost pause in the air before rushing forward and connecting with the magnet.

Posted By Ian On 04.13.2013 @ 2:08 pm

The Anchor of the Stars. It pulls, it forces, it rotates, it…. is the source. The source of all. Gravity, the essence of the Universe.

Posted By Ian On 04.11.2013 @ 6:14 pm

Welfare, taken advantage, taken control, taken everything. Given to those who don’t care; those with a black soul. Deception, devour, demeaning, defeat…

Posted By Ian On 04.10.2013 @ 6:47 pm

Flung underneath the dashing waves of the River; unable to see; unable to find the exit. Only able; so gaze upon the bobbling head that lie upon their dashboard…

Posted By Ian On 04.09.2013 @ 4:43 pm

The Battle of the First World War: Fought ever so deep, ever so bloody in the dark cavernous paths. Blood; Pools of Blood.

fin’

Posted By Ian On 04.08.2013 @ 10:01 pm

Trench. The Battle of the First World War. Blood, Pools of It. Why… Why… they were… Simply, Not Smart.

Also, Hitler.

Posted By Ian On 04.08.2013 @ 9:59 pm

Tentacles reaching, searching. They seek the light, and room to breathe and spread and explore. Tendrils test the air before growing and developing.

Posted By Ian On 04.05.2013 @ 6:27 am

Another smudge, and he wanted to make the love letter so neat. So special. Even bought one of those fountain pens. His hand tensed as he concentrated. Glancing at a swirling font on the computer screen he looked down. ‘I love you’ he wrote. Followed by another smudge.

Posted By Ian On 04.02.2013 @ 1:48 pm

He turned the corner, taking one final glance over his shoulder. The weight of the lies told pushing him from the village, out into a new life. Perhaps a freer life, one of truth and honour and respect and love. Not fabricated. He lived to learn.

Posted By Ian On 04.01.2013 @ 2:12 pm

They thought it could never happen again. The plague. They were wrong.

Posted By Ian On 03.31.2013 @ 3:33 pm

Tall golden fingers, drifting in the breeze. Sway back and forth, hypnotic. A blanket of yellow, reaching for the sun. Wheat.

Posted By Ian On 03.29.2013 @ 2:10 pm

Eye of the tornado. Tranquility amongst destruction. Calm surrounded by emotion. Silence inside the noise. Peace between the wars. Centre of a madness.

Posted By Ian On 03.27.2013 @ 12:29 pm

Pots and pans. Tumbling down the stairs. Trying to balance the final card on the tower. Children colliding, rushing to hide. The overflow cupboard spills to your feet. A wobbly chair. Another calamity

Posted By Ian On 03.26.2013 @ 2:15 am

The gravel crunched under my foot. I paused, looking up sheltering my eyes from the sun with my hand. I pushed open the rusty gate, it screamed in need of oil. I walked slowly towards the front door, and reach out my hand to the handle. I took a deep breath.

I had returned.

Posted By Ian On 03.07.2013 @ 2:06 pm

I walked along the river and I grasped for his hand, but it wasn’t a hand! No. It was a mule’s hoof. That hoof was a lucky hoof. So I grasped it and ran to my local lottery ticket store and I purchased a 7 up and drank it and then I asked the lucky hoof if I would ever find a girl to marry.

Posted By Ian On 02.19.2013 @ 2:16 pm

dear beloved husband,

i am writing this note to let you know that i have had an epiphany. we are no longer soul mates. this is a dead end. it seems to me that by me trying to forget your unfaithfulness does me no right. on the contrary, it does me wrong.

i am saying goodbye and i wish that you never do anything to cause harm to others.

sincerely,

your wife

Posted By ian On 02.04.2013 @ 1:36 pm

swell ain’t it when the entire human race is lost to sin and separation from God.

God the father sent His only son Jesus to die for us and restore us all to a right relationship with Him. Peace!

Posted By Ian On 01.30.2013 @ 1:30 pm

Am I real? Or was I just an experiment? Something or someone born into a blessed life but not taken away from suffering.

Posted By Ian On 01.22.2013 @ 1:39 pm

“She knows”

“What do you mean she knows?” I asked.

“I mean she KNOWS, you idiot! About what we did!”

“No, it’s impossible. We made sure- ABSOLUTELY SURE- she wouldn’t find us out!”

As I said that, my heart started fluttering like a moth in my chest; she can’t know about what me and Damien are doing: she can’t find out about the dirty shovels laying in the back of the 2008 Toyota sitting in the driveway, she can’t find out about the mysterious disappearance of Linda Mourier, the woman who’s been extorting us for years- she can’t find out about the fact that we murdered her, last night, and know she’s quietly decomposing in a shallow grave in the mountains 2 hours away.

Posted By Ian On 12.22.2012 @ 4:15 pm

Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la, la, la. Good ol Christmas. Gotta love celebrating Christ’s birth! I’m so blessed to know the truth about God and Jesus and this holiday season.

Posted By Ian On 12.20.2012 @ 11:15 am

He needed to sate his appetite. It overwhelmed him and took over his senses, until all he knew was the gnawing, vacuous hole in his stomach that thirsted for the blood of the innocent. His entire body sang even at the thought of the blood running through someone’s veins, and then he knew- he had no choice- he had to have it.

Posted By Ian On 12.20.2012 @ 6:24 am

I worked every overtime my jobs offered. I sweated day and night from job to job to job. We need our shelter and warmth. The rent was due the next morning.

Posted By Ian On 12.17.2012 @ 5:08 am

Due the graphic nature of the following para graph, I’d like to warn you now that if you are distubed by absolute truth, please look away now.

Posted By Ian On 12.17.2012 @ 5:05 am

Clean cut walls…white walls, are boring, so let’s run through colors of paint and decorate.

Posted By Ian On 12.05.2012 @ 2:29 pm