Entries By Rory
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tales
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
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, 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
weakling
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
sentenced
Sentenced for a something he didn’t do. Sentenced to a life she never wanted. Sentenced before he’s even born.
Sentenced with two short words.
“I do.”
Posted By Rory On 02.28.2013 @ 11:15 pm
knock
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
embellish
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
cave
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
fatigue
Sprawled across the bed he lay, eyes lost and blank as he stared up at the ceiling. His mind wondering freely but his body disobeying the order to get up. He would occasionally shift but never truly leave his spot as if he was utterly crippled.
Posted By Rory On 02.17.2013 @ 1:49 pm
female
the only sexually stimulating thing to me in this world. smarter then my group…the males. vagina walker.
Posted By rory On 12.31.2012 @ 8:18 pm
methods
the methods of torture you use on me are killing me piece by piece. Here I am taking it all of it from you. Can’t you see? We all need saving sometimes.
Posted By Rory On 12.09.2012 @ 8:29 pm
broadcast
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
July
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
spa
I sat down on the massage bed, unable to relax. I should have been lying down but somehow I needed the massousse to help me move my own joints, as if they lacked all autonomous oomph or will to relax me.
Posted By Rory On 09.09.2012 @ 12:44 pm
covered
blanket body bed naked sleeping stranger protection safe warm hidden away no world just me quilt
Posted By rory On 09.02.2012 @ 2:38 pm
losses
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
instructions
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
I really stink at following instructions. My mother tells me on a daily basis, as does my trainer. But the one day it was actually necessary for me to follow directions, was the day I screwed up the most. That was the day I died.
Posted By Rory On 07.21.2012 @ 3:55 pm
suspects
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
configuration
Its a load to take on but once it’s sorted it will mean the world to you and yours, so go now and configure!
Posted By Rory On 06.28.2012 @ 8:59 am
framework
I don’t know what else to say but i think that somehow this exercise is meant to help unleash creativity. the word framework however, offers little in the way of opening any doors to vast depths of pure original thought.
Posted By rory On 06.17.2012 @ 5:54 pm
instrumental
separate
ruby
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 are
Posted By Rory On 04.06.2012 @ 3:34 pm
loss
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
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
sinking
The blood drained from his checks and his mouth watered, that sinking feeling in his stomach like he’d just gone over a bump in the back of a car and his organs were yet to rearrange themselves in the right order.
Posted By Rory On 08.23.2011 @ 3:24 am
sinking into quicksand is probably the worst example of sinking that comes to mind here. They say the more you struggle the worse it gets but how else are you supposed to get out?
Posted By rory On 08.22.2011 @ 1:27 pm
transport
Years ago, they used to say that by now, there would have been all sorts of technologies around, hovering cars, talking bunnies, transporting machines? I wonder what else they lied about. History? Science? Ourselves?
Posted By Rory On 08.20.2011 @ 1:49 pm
