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lullaby
Quietly, he tip-toed. He was careful to wear socks this time. The sound of his father’s snoring gave him needed cover, because he was known to trip. He advanced tentatively, holding his breath until he reached the wooden crib. There she was, his little sister. So small, so new. A slow sigh escaped his lips, and then a song he didn’t even know he knew.
Posted By Soft On 05.20.2013 @ 8:06 am
signed
She stared at the page for what seemed like hours. They were all staring in wait. The room was so still she could hear the distance beep from a car alarm. Her fingers stroked the cheap ballpoint pen as she contemplated the real cost. Her son’s life was sucking their live savings dry. With one signature, she could end the debt. But was his life worth more than that?
Posted By Soft On 05.19.2013 @ 5:06 am
rocker
The glare of the lights was his calling signal. Showtime. They chanted his name like a slogan, and he answered their call. Bathing in the glory of his manufactured image. For a little while, he was God.
Posted By Soft On 05.16.2013 @ 5:15 am
auburn
It hung on the ocean like naughty stepchild waiting for her parent to sleep. Too stubborn to set, it peeked out at all of us and we stared back. Its heat had all but faded, but it shone bright still, lighting up the sky like a smoldering candle.
Posted By Soft On 05.13.2013 @ 5:11 am
creature
Out of the lagoon, he rose. Creeping along the swamp. His hideous skin was camouflage.
Posted By Soft On 04.18.2013 @ 5:24 am
bagel
“Raisin please,” she said impatiently. It was already 8:00am, and the line for her daily breakfast was impossibly long. Finally, they gave her the fresh juice and toasted bagel she’d come to regard as essential to the start of her day. As soon as she stepped outside, a homeless man approached. “Excuse me, Miss. I don’t want any money, just something to eat…please.” She bit back the curse on her lips, and looked down at the white bag in her hand.
Posted By Soft On 04.04.2013 @ 6:11 am
fabricated
The design was complicated, and took much care to be made. She’d mulled it over a hundred times before recounting how she’d come to be Mrs. Beverly Jacobs. Every graceful handshake, and bat of the eye was carefully executed. Her elaborate lie was fool-proof.
Posted By Soft On 04.02.2013 @ 5:57 am
plague
A scorn on her body, she couldn’t bear to look. She’d broken all of her mirrors, and hid beneath baggy clothing. A little voice inside her head told her that it was her fault, a punishment for all the men she’d invited inside her body. And now, she was confident, no man would touch her now. She stayed inside, closed the blinds, and cried.
Posted By Soft On 04.01.2013 @ 5:56 am
listening
If she was not talking, she was drifting off into her own magical land. The words reached her ears, but they didn’t sink in. The more he shouted, the further she’d withdraw. Until one day, his “Listen to me!” became a cue for her to retreat.
Posted By Soft On 03.25.2013 @ 6:11 am
beware
The dog was vicious, they said. She’d heard stories of his foaming mouth and razor sharp teeth. How he showed no mercy for those who dared to approach him. But she liked danger, and wanted to feel something, even if it hurt.
Posted By Soft On 03.20.2013 @ 2:52 pm
truth
Try to distill it from the dirty lies you told. Do you even have a filter to cap over that ugly mouth of yours. Your beautiful lips, and expert tongue keep producing filth. They’ve ruined everything, polluted the small peaceful pool that was once our relationship.
Posted By Soft On 03.19.2013 @ 7:53 am
blasted
Out of nowhere, it came rushing into the crowd. A burst of light and the blinding whiteness of heat. Screams were muted. Newly deaf ears bled as the dust from the explosion moved forward like a wave.
Posted By Soft On 03.15.2013 @ 8:01 am
eternal
They were supposed to go on forever, but no one told her there would be moments like this. The stale uncomfortable silences, the tension you could cut with a butter knife. The moment when walking out of the room was a better option than standing near him. Now when he’d come to bed, she would instantly freeze and then roll over. She had once said until death do her part. And now she was thinking of ways to kill him.
Posted By Soft On 03.14.2013 @ 7:34 am
director
He was in full control. Wherever they went, he called the shots. She looked to him for direction in nearly every area of her life, and that was just fine with him. The made beautiful scenes together. Until one day, she met a man who told her she didn’t need a boss, she could direct her own story.
Posted By Soft On 03.13.2013 @ 6:19 am
withered
The apple tree he’d grown to love was slowly rotting. It was late spring. He came there often just to think. But like his love for her, his thoughts about her and their future together was in a state of slow decay.
Posted By Soft On 03.11.2013 @ 6:22 am
also
She was an addition, and didn’t care. Their marriage was broken long before she came along, and she needed their comfort. The vows of loving husband and wife expanded to allow her room into their bed. There were awkward moments in and out of the bedroom, but she found she could get used to them. It came along with being an addition to their not-so-happy home.
Posted By Soft On 03.09.2013 @ 6:17 am
lamb
Easily led by the crowd, she only hesitated a moment before taking the pipe in her hand. They were all staring, and this was her moment. Casey had offered her a chance to become one of them, to be cool. Her mother said that there were leaders and followers, and that followers usually had to sacrifice their integrity to stay behind. She place her lips on the pipe, and inhaled.
Posted By Soft On 03.05.2013 @ 6:29 am
grasped
Reaching out, she had the faintest hope that her fingertips would feel his, and pull her up. The strain in her arm was worse than any lift she’d tried at the gym. She gave it her all, feeling her energy and hope seeping out of her hands as the driftwood underneath her began to give way.
Posted By Soft On 02.19.2013 @ 3:10 pm
fatigue
Weighted by the day, Tamara fell to her bed. Hours passed by before she awoke, groggy and dazed. She looked around and saw that eight hours had passed. Laying back down, she realized that no matter how much sleep she got, she was tired of this routine that was now her life.
Posted By Soft On 02.17.2013 @ 3:56 pm
sanctity
He was a place to hide. I’d bury my face into his chest, and pretend his chest hair was a pillow. I’d close my eyes, and for a little while, everything would be fine. His arms around me kept me safe, and his kisses washed all of the dirt I brought with me away.
Posted By Soft On 02.15.2013 @ 7:43 am
willed
Tasha pushed through, knowing it may be futile. The baby was tearing her from the inside, and she could feel her life seeping out. There would be no first birthdays or making goo-goo-ga-ga noises with her son. But she was determined to give him life. The last thing she heard was his first cry.
Posted By Soft On 02.16.2013 @ 8:01 am
flat
Got nothing. No heartbeat, no flutter of excitement. Nothing to hold onto but money and status. Slide right off the planet in a flurry of riches. No one would miss me.
Posted By Soft On 02.14.2013 @ 8:39 am
claims
Taylor thought she had the right to be complimented, exalted as the beautiful nobel person she was raised to be. When someone neglected to acknowledge her generosity or new haircut, she’d become indignant, and go lick her wounds, thinking of a new way to prove she was worthy.
Posted By Soft On 02.06.2013 @ 11:45 am
think
Amerie did all she could. She followed protocol, gave out compliments, and even went beyond expectations, staying after hours to do the work of others. Finally, the time came for her promotion. “Do you have an idea for how we can revamp our marketing strategy?” the chair of the board asked. All she could do was stare back at them like a deer caught in headlights.
Posted By Soft On 02.06.2013 @ 9:19 am
husband
I can’t believe you said that. No one can make a promise like that, no one. Forever? Are you pulling my leg. Oh. You bought a ring. Am I contractually bound to say forever too? I…can’t. I really don’t like telling lies. ‘Til death do us part? Well…I suppose I can promise that.
Posted By Soft On 02.04.2013 @ 3:56 pm
wall
Tall and hard. It towers in front of me. I can’t get through and there’s no way around it. I kick and I push, but only end up with bruises. Irrational as it may seem, I hold onto the hope that one day I will be able to break in. That there’s something special inside of me that can penetrate the thing that was built to keep everyone else out.
Posted By Soft On 02.03.2013 @ 11:50 am
Hard, I can’t get through. I kick and I push, but only end up with bruises to show for it. Irrational as it may seem, I hold onto the hope that one day I will be able to break through it. That somehow, there’s something special inside of me that can penetrate what was build to keep everyone else out.
Posted By Soft On 02.03.2013 @ 11:46 am
murder
Messy, way messier than she’d intended. Actually, it wasn’t intentional at all. It was what they called a crime of passion. At least that was what she had planned to say if they ever caught her. But they wouldn’t. She’d bleached everything, and would burn the rest.
Posted By Soft On 02.02.2013 @ 3:36 pm
features
Sharp nose, dull eyes. Her skin was flush, but somehow lacked the glow of the living. If she weren’t right here, standing in front of me, her rank breath tickling my nose, I’d swear she was a zombie.
Posted By Soft On 01.31.2013 @ 9:31 pm
