Entries By Scythe42
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The cello rings into my ear like a wedding ring with 40 crystals synchronized with each other, each sparkling in the sunlight just so as to catch the glimpse of rainbow in the distance. Strings pulled elegantly, through a mug of hot chocolate, steaming in the car after hours of standing in the cold without a coat, feet as numb as icicles. It burns down your throat like the cool jazz guitar chords and the high notes screaming on the cello, glistening.Posted By Scythe42 On 05.29.2010 @ 11:04 pm
The blocks of ice piled into the freezer, popped out one by one by my grandmother. She looks so skinny, but her eyes light up like the brightest watt bulb there is that doesn’t hurt the environment. The noises are bright and color, and the ice melts in the water like butter almost before sinking into the bottom.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.26.2010 @ 9:25 pm
The Dr.Pepper makes me joyful when the thing I least want to do is fill out a study guide for my physics test and then study for it. I look at the maroon can and smile inside, for that is one of the best colors in the world. It’s so subtle, like blood, and so rich and deep like wine. But it’s never too much.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.20.2010 @ 9:23 pm
Castaways are always surviving. You can’t make a TV show or a movie that has a castaway that doesn’t survive. It’s inevitable. Otherwise, the show is totally worthless, because you want to see how they live off of nothing, even if it’s not really accurate to what you would have to do if you were stranded on my island.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.19.2010 @ 7:17 pm
He’ll never know how much he makes me smile. I think of the flex in reflex, and how natural it is to humans and animals in general. That’s why people miscommunicate, because of their own reflexes, their reactions to certain situations. But ma lot of the times, that’s really how someone feels. It’s just that you can’t act mean to someone who’s your friend, or act disgusted towards them. You have to cover things up to act somewhat decent in this world. That’s just how life works.Posted By Scythe42 On 05.17.2010 @ 10:39 pm
I look into the water, tears falling from the sky, and hear the music so wonderfully flying by.
I wonder what life was like back then, with hardships and sorrows, civil wars and witch hunts.
I wonder if I was born then, in a time long ago, if I would ever have dreamed of a future this amazing, creating so many impossibilities, and making them fathomable.Posted By Scythe42 On 05.16.2010 @ 5:13 pm
Regardless of gender or race, cigarettes are bad for you.
They suck you in with cool minty flavor and masks their toxins with air, with candy. Think they can get away with it. When you’re in a chair Ten years later, wondering what happened. Rasping just to breathe.Posted By Scythe42 On 05.03.2010 @ 7:14 pm
She set the coaster down on the table. Her face bleak, filled with wrinkles from old age, like the watered down coffee, sitting in the coffee pot from a few days ago.
Why bother, she thinks, as she drinks the thin liquid like tea, to provide her energy for the day.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.15.2010 @ 5:09 pm
She looked into her headlights and saw shadows dancing only fifteen meters from her. She screamed and knew, like most sensible people, that running over the deer would save her life. She didn’t understand why swerving caused so much damage to people.
Thump. She heard as she went across the road in the dark, lonely night, the massive thousand-pound truck rolling on top of the deer. The felt the pressure on its beautiful, brown skin, the impact as her car came down to earth after massacring this poor animal. She kept her eyes on the road as her eyes started tearing and her face turned red, the only red you would see on the carcass of a bloody animal.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.13.2010 @ 2:07 pm
The subway pulled up to the station. A hand, trembling, clawing at the metal door. Sparks flying into the black night, igniting the floor, flames rising up to the ceiling, dark and damp like a cave, lights hanging down like stalactites. Cool earth burning.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.14.2010 @ 10:33 pm
I don’t think about fashion. I don’t want to wear the next best thing, low-cuts tops that help you self yourself and the nearest bar. I mean, I had something amazing. I thought it was amazing. And now I don’t, and I don’t care about him. And I can’t understand why I don’t care. I don’t think of how other people are affected by me, by my words or my thoughts of them. I don’t think they would care. Somehow the synapses in my brain don’t click, and tell me that people have feelings too. It seems like I think of the most logical solution just for myself that will leave me without a broken heart and him with one. I just think, “What will I do now?” And I come up with nothing.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.03.2010 @ 7:49 pm
His condition was unstable. They had to pull the plug. He was getting out of control, dehumanized. He waited in the jungle for hours, searching for Vietnamese kids, women, men. He just sat there, chewing on grass, patient to kill. His assault rifle was his life, and if he lost it he thought he would drown in a sea of darkness, tigers pouncing him, chewing his flesh while his eyes are picked one by one by the ants, chewed until no more white shown. Til his pupils, black spheres, are the only thing left of him. And then he will see.Posted By Scythe42 On 04.02.2010 @ 1:58 pm
The chord struck the room like a traditional folk song. Everybody knew what it was, singing perfectly in rhythm in unison. This was church, and there was no mistaking this: this was a major chord. It’s the root of all music, especially Christian music. It seems like everyone should know this.Posted By Scythe42 On 01.15.2010 @ 5:50 pm
The doll stared at her with an unusual look on her face. The glass might have helped her odd reflection, but it was strange nonetheless. It looked like her. The same chocolate brown eyes and dark hair, even the same skin tone. The brown of her skin shown on the doll as well, almost glowing like her smooth skin. She had to have that doll.Posted By Scythe42 On 01.06.2010 @ 9:47 pm
The strings were the same, the arm was perfectly aligned. The pouch was set in the right position with the raquetball. The counterweight was similar to the group’s, 6.57 pounds. The wood was the same, same thickness, same smell. And yet it would only go 4.1 meters, 11.9 meters away from our target. We were utterly confused.Posted By Scythe42 On 01.05.2010 @ 1:41 pm
He put on his coat and walked outside in the rain, smelling of sulfuric acid like the volcano of Mount Vesuvius. He imagined rotting flesh at his feet, rats nibbling at his toes, eating the corpses. The smoke rose high and the city was empty, vanished into ashes of bodies, only smoke.Posted By Scythe42 On 01.02.2010 @ 1:19 am
Then he realized that he didn’t need a life and a job and a house and the checkered couch in the living room, the TV, electricity, the alarm clock, the shower, the sink. He didn’t need these things. He wanted to run, watch the sun, break free from his body like a spirit hovering above earth watching all of this take place only in a glimpse.Posted By Scythe42 On 12.30.2009 @ 4:42 pm
The man’s face turned distorted as the white gloved hands pushed him back into the piano. He started to grow, become a part of the garden. A massive, disturbing, disjointed pumpkin. His face was pulled tightly into a smile, but had a gap in his lips as a soulless person would.Posted By Scythe42 On 11.26.2009 @ 7:19 pm
My mind wanders into a dream. Its magical winter threatens my reality. The mere sight of snowflakes on the windows, each I can see, distinctly different, makes me wonder how what reality should be. If people should be different. It seems we are all the same, snowflakes.Posted By Scythe42 On 11.13.2009 @ 3:16 pm
The vanilla pouch at Beds Baths and Beyond smelled terrible. I coughed so much, very strong. I don’t understand why people use vanilla in cakes if it’s a chocolate cake, or to make other things that aren’t vanilla. That just doesn’t make any sense to me. Why don’t they have chocolate you have to put into everything?Posted By Scythe42 On 11.08.2009 @ 1:14 pm