Entries By Rory
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Can you tell a tall tale that doesn’t start once upon a time ago? Can you tell a tall tale that’ll last the whole night long?
Words can take you far away, stories double up as wings. How far away can you soar and how far can you sink?
Tell the stories, spin the tales, never be afraid to fly.Posted By Rory On 03.11.2013 @ 9:50 pm
Withered branches on an old tree. Forever or just for this winter?
A word I knew in Chinese, but need to brush up on.
Everything leads to brainless panic in my mind.
I wonder what it would be like to be normal?
A lot more boring I would think.
I’m as normal as I’m going to get.
Judging by this stepping stone of thoughts, that’s not very, .Posted By Rory On 03.10.2013 @ 10:04 pm
Flames, flames on the side of my face!
I can’t believe it took me that long to see that movie. It is one of those nice times where the fuss is really worth it.
Which reminds me. It says something about my life right now that I’m too tired to watch movies when I get home. So much for my plan to keep turning over Netflix DVDs.
Not that my very spotty mail delivery service is helping that along any.
I do wonder what happened to my shoes.Posted By Rory On 03.05.2013 @ 10:22 pm
Who is weak? The boy who can’t bend a bow or the one who can shoot straight but won’t stand up to a bully?
Whether his arms shake or his knees lock up, do the details matter? Or is this courage and not weakness?
What about the one who eats the whole chocolate cake? Is he too weak?Posted By Rory On 03.03.2013 @ 10:42 pm
A knock on the door can start an adventure or end a day. Is it Gandalf offering you the one ring or the pizza boy three hours late with your four cheese and veggie? Or an old friend showing up out of the blue, needing a place to crash for the night. Knock knock, who’s there? No one you know.Posted By Rory On 02.27.2013 @ 11:46 pm
Adding to and adding details. Are my stories the truth or did I add something to make them brighter? Or do I just collect bright stories and bright people with stories because I love the details. But at the heart of all my stories is the truth. The embellishments are few and far between and rare. Or have I just re-written the past to fit the bright picture in my head. I gotta write that book.Posted By Rory On 02.25.2013 @ 12:12 am
Remember English class senior year? All sorts of topics, but one of them was the idea that all of reality is just a shadow we see on the back of the cave. It was by some philosopher from Greece. I really should brush up on my philosophers. I mean, I learned them all in psych and history but I do need to review on Memrise or something.Posted By Rory On 02.23.2013 @ 4:19 pm
The radio broadcast was playing in the background as they drove North towards the city. It was Christmas time, and every year on Christmas Eve, the Falks drove into the city to visit their Dad. He worked for Trump and didn’t get to see his family too much. Nora looked up into the sky and watched the storm clouds roll in. Her mom was talking but she wasn’t listening. What would seeing Dad be like this year? Last year, he gave Joey and her a flat screen TV each. The year before, they’d gotten their own Vespas. “Nora, I asked if you were excited to see your father,” her mom said loudly. Nora took her head off the window and looked at her mom. “Honestly?” she asked. “No.” She titled her head back against the glass and shut her eyes.Posted By Rory On 12.08.2012 @ 2:05 pm
In July, I met Andy. He told me he was from Africa, and that he’d come here to meet family. But I never saw him with anyone that seemed like any sort of family. That July, I met the boy who would change my life forever. Andy, I would discover, didn’t have a family, but he had a willing, open, heart.Posted By Rory On 12.07.2012 @ 8:57 pm
Whenever you feel like you don’t have anything and can’t do anything about it, all there is to do is try to gain again. And again and again. It’s the only alternative to losses in general. You must strive, and try to achieve. Do better than you did the last time.Posted By Rory On 07.30.2012 @ 9:47 pm
What are instructions, really? All they are good for is categorizing whom the good and the bad are. If you follow the rules, which is really all instructions are, you’re good. If you don’t, you’re bad. In a system that deems who the good and the bad guys are, based solely on whether or not they can follow a set of rules, no matter how screwed up those rules actually are, is a world worth changing. It only takes one person who is willing to make the effort, who is willing to break as many rules as possible, to see how many instructions they can out-wit, and have them still turn out the good guy in the end, to change this dismal world. It only takes one to start the ball rolling and once it starts, only heaven knows where it’ll stop.Posted By Rory On 07.21.2012 @ 5:42 pm
People always assume that if someone they love were to be murdered, they would be able to spot the man who killed that loved on sight. They don’t know how wrong there are. When someone you love is killed, everyone looks like a suspect. The mail man, the lady who waters her flowers across the street far too late at night, even that teenager down the street with the awful haircut. They all did it. They are the ones that turned me into a monster.Posted By Rory On 07.20.2012 @ 6:31 pm
The most beautiful item in the world. A gem beyond proportional measure. Yet, it is jealously guarded by those who possess it. A thing that is rarely shared, and often misinterpreted. Often, we see beauty in its performance, but we are not concerned with its inner nature. By doing so as consistently as we arePosted By Rory On 04.06.2012 @ 3:34 pm
I know a lot about this word, but not in a bad sense. My mother left when I was three, but I don’t feel like I’ve suffered that much. My other siblings seem to have taken it harder than I have. My life is good. My dad loves me and I’ve reestablished a relationship with my mom. But I don’t feel sad. I know my life would be completely different if she hadn’t left. Not that she’s a bad person. But my life is perfect now.Posted By Rory On 02.24.2012 @ 10:30 am
Savage garden is quite possibly the worst band in history. Right next to Nickleback. Some savage garden songs suck and others really suck. What is a savage garden anyways? Does the lettuce attack you? Are the carrots radio active and can kill you? I am scared!Posted By Rory On 01.10.2012 @ 10:11 am