Entries By Rebecca
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curse
He was forever cursed with this affliction. No one knew, yet everyone knew that something was wrong. He was disfigured, inside and out. It was never to be fixed, never to be helped. He was stuck, he was lost forever. It was his cross to bear.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.20.2012 @ 9:06 pm
The witch cackled her scariest cackle. Princess Layne burst into tears. Prince Jon could no longer speak. And the world was forever changed.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.20.2012 @ 9:03 pm
shelter
Shelter in the storm. Doesn’t mean the storm stops. Just means that you can have a place to catch your breath, warm up, dry off, gather your wits about you, reformulate your plan, sleep, be nourished. Rest. And become brave enough to re-enter the storm for a time.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.18.2012 @ 9:43 pm
She ran and ran, but wasn’t sure where she was going. Her hair flug behind her and her breath escaping in painful gasps. She didn’t dare look back for she wasn’t sure what she would see. She was afraid to see. She tripped, too afraid even to make a startled sound, but kept herself upright and continued to run. She needed a shelter and quickly.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.18.2012 @ 6:36 pm
ants
Automatic Negative Thoughts. These come up faster and wreak more havoc than any trickle-then-swarm of ants that march onto dirty-dishes-covered kitchen counters.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.17.2012 @ 10:25 am
orbit
The Doctor orbited the planet, searching for the perfect place to land the TARDIS. A new mission was at hand; a mission that required his full attention and utmost devotion. He was to find Rose again.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.06.2012 @ 2:37 pm
chief
He was chief in the department; everything was his division. When he died, the world didn’t know what to do. Many cried, others got angry. And he just stood in the background, chuckling, the collar of his coat turned up against the wailing wind.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.04.2012 @ 7:38 am
wagon
Wood slats and metal pins. Cloth that hides your many sins. Hide beneath this wagon’s roof to keep away the awful truth of the muderous things you have done.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.02.2012 @ 5:26 am
function
How am I supposed to function when all life has left me? How am I supposed to function when I have no will to let go? I cannot. I cannot. It is completely and utterly irresponsible of me.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.31.2012 @ 10:02 am
collar
The indent of her collarbone was so perfect that I could just run my finger across it. I knew it would be smoothe to the touch, so impossibly smoothe. Everything about her collarbone suggested that the angels had created her, had formed her in the image of the Highest of Highs.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.27.2012 @ 9:35 am
beehive
a fabulous hair do! wearing the beehive now takes you back in time to a time when women were extravagant. it says your confident. it says your stylish. do it.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.26.2012 @ 1:46 am
It stung. That was the only thing I could think of as I walked away from her. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I had ever said. I wasn’t sure I actually meant it, but it was better to close things now before the beehive was toiled with.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.25.2012 @ 2:32 pm
hinge
The hinges on the door were rusted. But that was how they had always been. Even since the Hayles had moved into the house, the hinges would scrape and rust would fleck off. It was a wonder how they became that way. Sure the house was very old – it was remodeled, but old still. The hinges had been the only things that had not been changed. For historical value, possibly. Or for aesthetic value.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.24.2012 @ 7:23 pm
fences
She built up walls and fences. At night, they kept away the fears and during the day, they warded off the world. Yet they could not keep out the one thing she wanted warded off the most – the butterflies. Those winged creatures would glide right over the top of the fence. Butterflies, as she had come to see them, were more horrid than her fears or the world. They were life.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.23.2012 @ 9:49 am
liberty
It’s all I want, when I wake up. I have it already but it’s just beyond me. My brain stands in the way. So I’m captive still, for a bit longer. Usually by afternoon I’m free and life is easier again. Until the next morning.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.19.2012 @ 7:56 am
Smartly chosen word for this SOPA thing going around. Liberty. That’s what makes our country. Freedom. That is who we are.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.19.2012 @ 6:40 am
runway
How I’ve longed to drive a car that can give me the same rush of power felt when in a Boeing 767 as it accelerates, pressing into the wind, pushing to be airborne. I like power. I like flying. I like runways because they mean liftoff.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.20.2012 @ 6:29 pm
bellow
accordion
The piece of paper was folded like that of an accordian. Each layer, she thought, was just one layer of life. There were many layers to this life that each of us were given to live. She was in the middle of these layers, compressed tightly between the folds and she wanted to get out.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.15.2012 @ 11:02 pm
bench
The bench was empty today. The old woman and man that usually sat there were absent. I wondered why they had missed their regular time. And then I realized just how much I had been relying on them to keep me alive. Their presence every day had given me some hope that I would live as long as them; live as long, with someone by my side.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.14.2012 @ 8:49 pm
crisp
The green leaves were crisp with Spring freshness. They glistened in the morning sunlight, dew bending them forward. Spring, what a lovely month. No cold. Only happy thing. Adventures. Smiles. Wonder.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.13.2012 @ 7:50 pm
I like bacon almost burned. Crisp and crunchy. With orange juice. And then more bacon. I’m pretty sure I could eat a breakfast consisting entirely of crispy bacon and orange juice.
When cooking for my husband though, this can be problematic, as his bacon preference is chewy.
It’s fortunate for him I rarely end up with what I set out to make because most of the time when I try to make crispy bacon, it turns out chewy, much to his delight.
That, or burned. I need more practice. And more orange juice.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.13.2012 @ 6:20 pm
conceal
She sings, letting her thoughts be free through the music. The ukelele she strums is rythmic, soothing. I want to listen to this music forever. I want it to conceal everything that that I am worrying about; I want it to make me forget about things that have been dragging me down. She closes her song with a last flurrish. All comes to an end.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.12.2012 @ 1:06 pm
sparkling
The water was sparkling with the thoughts, dreams and words of thousands of people. They had drowned them here, letting them settle into the sediment. Those thoughts and dreams and words would remain buried until they dived in again to retrieve them.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.12.2012 @ 10:09 am
bland
The food as bland, the town was bland, the night was bland. There was nothing different about this place as compared to others. I wanted to fly, to see the stars, the moon, other worlds. And yet, I was trapped here.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.11.2012 @ 9:10 am
I can’t taste food when my sinuses are clogged with infectious gunk. It’s all the same. Textures vary, a bit, my memory tries to conjure up how the food should taste, but it’s all just bland.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.10.2012 @ 12:38 pm
savage
Dreams are savage, vicious things. They tear into you at night and then leave you feeling sluggish in the morning. Sometimes, I wish that dreams had never been created. Painful. Too painful.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.10.2012 @ 10:10 am
lilies
My friend Michelle was the first I knew, to do it, carry calla lillies down the aisle at her wedding. She was also the first I knew to incorporate another color (gold) as a main part of her wedding dress. A gold-ish champagne sash around her waist that, in some of the pictures, made you do a double take because at first glance it looked as though she was wearing a two piece wedding dress.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.09.2012 @ 8:16 am
