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The liquid spilled out of the cup and dripped onto the floor like molasses. It could only be described as horridly fascinating as the light cut in and out of it, breaking into pieces and glowing red against the dark background. Her throat tightened as she realized that it looked an awful lot like blood.

Posted By KT On 05.25.2013 @ 4:37 pm

You deserved a good smack about the head, and I was the one there ready with my newspaper all rolled up for the occasion. We were young and restless, and though I couldn’t expect you to walk along the path without stopping to pet every dog, sniff every flower, or wave at every cyclist, I had hopped that you would at least keep on holding my hand.

Posted By KT On 05.23.2013 @ 10:45 pm

He was a perfect fit for the role. He was able to gesture and intonate in all the right ways. His audience was captivated the moment he set foot on the stage. It came naturally for him, as he was, after all, a narcissist himself.

Posted By KT On 05.21.2013 @ 9:29 pm

Sing to me and maybe I will sleep. Let me listen to the cool pattering of wet footsteps on my window pane and maybe I will sleep in peace tonight. Perhaps I will no longer be crushed by nightmares. Sing to me and maybe for once I will not dream.

Posted By KT On 05.19.2013 @ 8:58 pm

With a swish and flick of the wrist she signed the last document. Her signature looped, a flourish of black ink slightly splattered on yellowed paper. With a sigh of relief she stood, waving her attendant away and taking a sip of her lukewarm tea.

Posted By KT On 05.18.2013 @ 11:46 am

She sat in the chair, rocking gently back and forth like an old tug on the water. Her fraying blanket covered her knees and she had tilted back her head. In the dying sunlight, she looked peaceful and quiet, though I knew that on the inside she was twisting and turning, a tornado eating up her brain.

Posted By KT On 05.15.2013 @ 8:33 pm

Little snowflake-shaped vanilla wafers. They are like a cookie and a waffle combined. How fitting that this should be the word after I just had a conversation about Pizelle…they are so tasty. Plain, or maybe with syrup or whipped cream…

Posted By KT On 05.22.2013 @ 5:42 pm

I bumped you on the shoulder. An innocent move, really, but you took it as something else. Perhaps you were not used to a casual touch; I know that you preferred intimacy in your life. So that’s where we ended up. What a strange pair we were.

Posted By KT On 05.15.2013 @ 10:12 am

Something that you cannot say, stuck just on your tongue. Something that dares not be heard, not by anyone. A word perhaps, maybe a phrase, or just some food for thought. What it may be, we cannot say, it’s best to be forgot.

Posted By KT On 05.13.2013 @ 10:49 pm

Auburn is the colour of hair. It is the shimmering sunset at it’s lowest point, just peaking over the horizon, like a whale breaching the surface of the ocean. It is the reflection of fire in dark brown curls, setting the room aglow.

Posted By KT On 05.12.2013 @ 6:51 pm

Light mixes with clouds to create a surreal tornado of colour. It looks soft, yet is nothing but moisture condensing in the air. To the touch it would be cool, but to the eye it looks as if it is on fire, burning salmon pink as the sun rises.

Posted By KT On 05.11.2013 @ 2:31 pm

I’ve heard plenty of stories. Tales of old spun from spinster’s thread, the daily comings and goings spat out like the stale ale of cheap bars, stories of woe and lost love, cried out by those poor enough to have nothing else to lament….I’ve heard it all.

Posted By KT On 05.06.2013 @ 1:55 pm

My lungs ache. It feels as though my stomach is tightening and blackening, whatever fire that burns it consuming anything else it can reach on its way to my heart. The heat is almost unbearable, provoking a shuddering from my muscles as I fall to the ground in agony.

Posted By KT On 05.06.2013 @ 12:27 am

Using a zombie head as the ball, and sticks of dynamite as the pins, I played the most explosive game I’ve ever played. It was fantastic.

Posted By KT On 04.25.2013 @ 10:34 pm

A window box full of pansies. They smiled at him every time he walked past, and he was reminded of Alice in Wonderland. It had been ages since he had watched the movie with his kids. Whatever happened to tradition?

Posted By KT On 04.24.2013 @ 10:09 pm

Sitting at the window, looking out into the streets, rain pattering softly against the window. Smells of warmth and the slightly acidic notes of coffee beans, freshly roasted and ground. People mill about, soft murmurs of conversation drifting like an undercurrent.

Posted By KT On 04.22.2013 @ 10:55 pm

The one true meaning of this word for me s Blue’s clues. I’m afraid that the colour only invokes a picture of a dog and endless memories of TV screens and computer games. That show was my favourite as a child. They should have kept Steve.

Posted By KT On 04.22.2013 @ 8:59 am

I would like to burrow like a mole. I would like to bury my head in the sand like an ostrich. I would like to dig through the dirt like a worm, eating up the soil and bumping into rocks.

Posted By KT On 04.20.2013 @ 8:47 pm

“What hideous creature is that?!”

You cried, staring across the room in sheer terror. The size of that monstrous beast was enough to send us cowering to the opposite wall. It stank of rotting meat and looked like it was about to turn us into nothing more than scraps and entrails.

“That is my guilt.”

Posted By KT On 04.18.2013 @ 10:50 am

There is none. You will not give, I will not give. I suppose we are at a standstill.

Posted By KT On 04.15.2013 @ 2:31 pm

Shapes and colours, that’s all they were. She could not see past the lines that cut them out from the background; separated them from what lay in the distance. She tried to see what filled them in as well, but it was all blocked and dense.

Posted By KT On 04.14.2013 @ 1:34 pm

I have attached an anchor to my leg. I was hoping that it would keep me grounded, but as it turns out it has been weighing me down. I was sure that this rusty chain would be much lighter, only helping me to slow down and smell the roses. Alas, I was wrong, and now I am slower than even the tortoise herself, drowning in the sea as I slowly sink down. What a fool I am.

Posted By KT On 04.12.2013 @ 1:03 am

You are keeping me on welfare. You give me just enough to survive, poorly, but no more. Every morning when I get up, I know it is on you that I depend. I reach for my milk and know that it was you who bought it for me. I know that it is to you that I should be grateful. Yet somehow, I am never quite satisfied with your infuriating tidbits.

Posted By KT On 04.11.2013 @ 10:10 am

It was dark and damp. Mud was no longer just caked on, it had become a part of your skin, scaly patches of crumbling defense. The stench was unbearable; smelling of rats, humans, wet and smoking shrapnel.

Posted By KT On 04.08.2013 @ 10:21 pm

Cream cheese melting on the crunchy crust of a freshly toasted bagel. The taste of creamy cheese and sesame filling your mouth. The realization that it is as easy as owning a toaster. The joy of waking up to the smell of warm bread every morning after that. Bagels ♥.

Posted By KT On 04.03.2013 @ 4:41 pm

It spread throughout her body like the plague. She could feel the burning seep into her muscles and catch fire there, crippling her and leaving her paralyzed. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream; she could do nothing but stare as the tears drained slowly down her face.

Posted By KT On 03.31.2013 @ 5:13 pm

She is a whirlwind. She is a whirling dervish of activity, of thought, in speech, in action; nothing will slow her down. If a door shuts in the breeze of someone else’s wake, she will simply barrel through. She is a tornado.

Posted By KT On 03.27.2013 @ 5:24 pm

She was destined to be a hero. It was written in the stars the very day that she was born, or so her mother told her. From her perch atop the tower she certainly felt like a hero. She could see all, from the tops of the trees to the farthest house.

Posted By KT On 03.26.2013 @ 7:29 pm

It was a ferocious storm. Nothing was so cold or so brutal. It tore down the houses of many a poor sod, now forced to trek through mud and debris, digging for whatever belongings of theirs they could find. You said it wasn’t so bad. But then again, you were wrapped up and cozy beneath your blanket, watching the news anchor with the straight face on TV.

Posted By KT On 03.25.2013 @ 11:19 pm

I wish that you would stop crying, so that you could listen instead. With all that sorrow pouring out of your mouth it is too difficult to hear the birds sing. That waterfall of tears and its roaring covers up the babble of the peaceful creek. It is no wonder the thundercloud above your head obscures the sunshine from your glistening eyes.

Posted By KT On 03.24.2013 @ 10:47 pm