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The director took her in with a glance. In his head, he already knew it wasn’t her. But he let her carry on regardless. He didn’t have the heart not to. She began, and he stifled a yawn. At the end, he smiled. “Thanks, we’ll contact your agent.”

Posted By John On 05.22.2013 @ 9:15 am

In a large loft style room with scattered posters a nervous teenager entered a casting office filled with other nervous people. Looking around, she had no idea if they’d like her. They all looked professional. She was chopped liver. But her dog, Spot, was the perfect dog would for the Kibbles and Bits commercial. This could be Spot’s big break.

Posted By John On 05.21.2013 @ 3:10 pm

A place in the western side of the world. America probably. Also a setting for some movies that I have seen. I remember Spiderman

Posted By John On 05.17.2013 @ 8:05 am

Kneel. Prepare yourself. You are about to receive that which I will give to you. You have been trained. You have taken the right classes. Silence. Remember to be grateful for what you are about to receive. Now, take it. Take your first communion wafer.

Posted By John On 05.22.2013 @ 1:07 pm

i love you

Posted By john On 05.06.2013 @ 8:37 pm

things happening, one after another. time is not linear though, time is as we perceive it. time is something that nature does not know. it only knows cycles. humans are obsessed with time and thus assigned “time” to all that we know…time is a manmade construct and thus it is flawed….

Posted By John On 05.02.2013 @ 4:27 pm

Cliff hanger, starring Sly Stallone. One of the first movies i remember seeing, but i don’t remember seeing it. I remember playing twister with strange kids, i must have been as strange to them, as our parents shared cocktails and conversation, while sly talked in the background. I have never seen the movie again, i might be too afraid to ruin a memory.

Posted By John On 04.19.2013 @ 6:54 pm

Trees have branches, like we have arms and hands and fingers. There are branches of different subjects, institutions, and stuff. You can get a lot of words out of this one by rearranging the letters. I like the rolling r in

Posted By John On 04.13.2013 @ 2:11 am

it is the part of the car where you look at, it is below the windshield. there is not much going on with the dashboard it is just a piece of the car and does not do much. mine is dirty at the moment

Posted By John On 04.09.2013 @ 12:06 pm

I throw my hands up above my head in exasperation. I look up to the Lord above. And scream. With everything I’ve got inside me. The shrill sound frightens even me at first. But I can’t help it. Someone is always listening. There is always something that I cannot say. But not out here. Here, it’s just me and Him. But He knows it all anyway. When I run out of breath, I collect myself. And start the long walk back home.

Posted By John On 03.24.2013 @ 1:04 pm

Camille couldn’t tell the truth about the fact that I was the real boss. She kept putting out lies about how she was the real boss, when in actuality she knew for a fact that it was me. She wanted so much to be the big person of the house, even though she’s about as tall as a mouse. =P

Posted By John On 03.18.2013 @ 2:01 pm

places of wonder, crime sex fun intrigue art lonesome and all the rest. Our modern world, indeed colourful, yet grey, sad but vibrant. Where we are at right now, or where are we are going. Depends on what part you live I guess.

Posted By John On 03.17.2013 @ 10:04 pm

He ties that familiar knot in his bow tie and laces up his hounds-tooth shoes. Staring at himself in the full-length mirror, he can see the city lights reflected behind him. Nothing in particular stands out. Just the amorphous lights on a tired street. It doesn’t matter where he is. It’s where he was meant to be. The city calls out to him. The least he can do is offer a cavalier smile as he heeds the call.

Posted By John On 03.17.2013 @ 5:21 pm

I could see the love draining from her eyes, as she withered in the corner of the hotel room. What have I done? I gave it all up in a momentary lapse in judgement. A fit of passion. The wrong type of passion. There’s no going back from this. Once you’ve struck the one you love, there’s never much more to say. I have become my father. I can’t help but cry. Even harder than she is. I hate myself for stealing that from her. What now? I can’t bear the thought.

Posted By John On 03.10.2013 @ 1:25 pm

I hate going home for Christmas. Nothing is the same. In that everything is the same. The same stupid people. The same foolish mentality. The boring places. With their boring faces. Everything in the world is constantly changing. But not here. What I wouldn’t give to be a part of that. But I’m the piece that doesn’t fit.

Posted By John On 03.09.2013 @ 9:19 pm

Suddenly, my consciousness returned. I looked around. Confused. Bewildered. Entirely apathetic. This is what my life has become. A hop from one stream of consciousness to the next.

Posted By John On 03.08.2013 @ 10:27 am

flames fire in the night where no man dares to show his face is scarred in the fire light the flames that burst so elegantly we shared a kiss a single kiss

Posted By john On 03.05.2013 @ 9:36 pm

I have never been the strongest guy. People have always viewed me as a weakling. Never the guy you’d pick for a tug-o-war, to say the least. Maybe it’s the 5’6″ frame. Or maybe just the lack of defined musculature. But if they only knew what I’ve overcome. David fighting the internal Goliath.

Posted By John On 03.04.2013 @ 5:42 am

My dad brought me up properly. He managed to instill in me the invaluable traits of respect, loyalty, and responsibility among others. Made my transition into the Army an easy one, come to think of it.

My brother and dad are similar in a lot of ways. Career choice, interests, hobbies. Unfortunately, the one thing he did NOT inherit is quality of character. I used to be jealous of brother for having so much in common with my father. Now, I can’t help but realize that I certainly got the better of that deal.

Posted By John On 03.02.2013 @ 6:35 pm

I walked by the deli today at the supermarket. It’s always weird going there by myself. Feeling like there should be someone there telling me what to buy. In an instant my brain conjured the image of my grandmother pushing me in a carriage. Feeding me a slice of rogue cheese, fresh from the packaging. “Our little secret,” my grandma said, handing me the shoplifted goodness. I smiled. Then and now. My grandma is an alcoholic. I wonder if she remembers this occasion. Somehow I doubt it. You can never estimate the impact tiny experiences have on other people. I went back to pushing my cart. In a different cadence.

Posted By John On 03.01.2013 @ 1:24 pm

I entered the room as I saw her naked, pale flesh sprawled across the bedsheets. A bottle of pills spilled across the sheets and the floor, her eyes open wide and devoid of any sign of life. I dropped to the floor, startled to this discovery as I clutched her frozen hand. Tears rained down my face, knowing she was gone.

Posted By John On 02.25.2013 @ 9:31 pm

I pulled out as fast as I could. Naturally, the car stalled. I’m not a very good driver. Driving test are much easier on the East Coast. You can look it up. There’s no time to think about that now. He’ll have heard me pop the clutch and be after me in a tick. I can’t help but smile. I wanted this.

Posted By John On 02.22.2013 @ 10:00 pm

I walked into the room, not having any idea what was in store for me. Not that I ever do. I turned the corner to see this old, leathery broad sprawled out on the sheets in a leopard nightie. “Hey there,” she said. “Guess I hit the jackpot.” “Yeah,” I said. Just as I always said. Automatonic. If it was a matter of choice, I wouldn’t be in this mess at all. But choice is not how one gets mixed up with the wrong people.

Posted By John On 02.21.2013 @ 6:32 pm

He stares out to the sea. The wind-burn clearly showing on his face. Right alongside the rugged determination and grit. Just a few more yards and they will have reached their destination. The captain calls for his crew to man their stations. A weathered smile shines across his face. This is what he lives for. Another haul.

Posted By John On 02.21.2013 @ 9:54 am

I have no idea what the word means. I believe it is a verb maybe an adjective. It looks like something I might learn in school but then I never pay attention in school so what do I know?

Posted By John On 02.20.2013 @ 11:12 pm

I grasped at the handle, as my body drifted over the streets, hundreds of stories below. The wind blew against me as strong as furious as the ocean’s waves. I looked up into the blue hued sky, thinking of what could be my last moments on Earth.

Posted By John On 02.19.2013 @ 11:53 am

I know that I am very tired and that the universe is talking when I see this word randomly pop up in front of me on me screen … How interesting

Posted By John On 02.17.2013 @ 11:17 am

I saw the movie “Side Effects” last night. I liked it, until I realized that Rooney Mara was acting as someone ACTING depressed. And fooling everyone exquisitely. That was when it lost me. Being depressed is not something you can just be. It’s something you are. The fatigue and listlessness absorbs your whole life. Waxing and waning, sure. But it’s very real. I don’t know why I felt the need to represent Prozac nation in this non-committal sense, but there it is.

Posted By John On 02.16.2013 @ 11:55 am

I could never be Pope. I do not understand why Benedict has gotten such a bad rap over the years and especially since his resignation. Each priest was and is capable of deciding for himself the correct way to behave and how to treat his congregation. Benedict forced them to do nothing. THAT is the sanctity of free will. He’s simply a scapegoat for when God’s will appears unappealing to the general population. Live the rest of your days in peace.

Posted By John On 02.14.2013 @ 11:59 am

Sometimes it takes the lack of will to do anything before you can decide you actually want to do something. Will works in interesting ways in the sense that you notice its presence and you notice its absence.

Posted By John On 02.15.2013 @ 11:26 am