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I bought a gift for my 1-year-old niece today. It’s her birthday. Time has flown so fast. I remember the first time I saw her, nine months ago. She had just arrived from Washington. I saw her in person and she was three months old, hardly bigger than my arm. From the moment I knew that she was my brother’s kid, for some reason, I knew I’d love her to pieces.

Posted By Alice On 07.22.2010 @ 5:48 am

A vase. How I’d like to break a vase right now. Break a vase, break a face, kick your ass. There’s so much to do tonight and I’m still having a conference which, an hour ago, already proved itself to be going nowhere.

Posted By Alice On 07.21.2010 @ 8:13 am

It was a golden vase that twinkled beneath the yellow light of the grand dining hall. It had been there for as long as she could remember. And now they were moving. The vase had been her mother’s. She didn’t know if it was dear to her–her mother had never talked about it; it had just been there. She didn’t know whether to bring it in the move or to just leave it in a corner. She had no use for it. All it did was take up space. And she knew that it held almost no value at all. It’s color was gold, but beneath the cracking paint, there was only a ceramic white.

Posted By Alice On 07.21.2010 @ 4:58 am

She stared at the iron vase resting on top of the shiny wooden end table. Coldly, it stared back at her, empty. As if it reflected the innermost parts of her. Her distorted reflection in its silver face looked twisted, abnormal, alienated. She remembered when he gave her the flowers, right before he left. She remembered when the flowers died, long after.

Posted By Alice On 07.20.2010 @ 1:16 pm

Why is it I can only commit to trivial things like video games? Not even the “good” video games either that require a lot of thought and strategy. I play the Sims. Not that the Sims isn’t a good game, but you hardly need to think while you’re playing it. Another thing I find easy to commit to is reading books. Not good books, either. Not bad ones. Just… average. And by the end of it all, I feel no sense of having enjoyed reading them. I just feel a sense of accomplishment upon having finished them.

Posted By Alice On 07.20.2010 @ 8:25 am

A memory of my childhood. Her house was always filled with bears; her mother made them as a hobby. I have a couple of my own, one of which is very dear to me. They are a comfort at this point. Every time I see their beady little eyes I’m reminded of my youth and our friendship.

Posted By Alice On 07.08.2010 @ 7:28 pm

She carved the words into her heart so she could keep them always. They remained a constant reminder of what was said. She would not be so quick to ignore them and she would not be too smitten to forget.

Posted By Alice On 06.29.2010 @ 5:21 pm

Covered in poisoned spikes was the stem of the delicate flower. She touched it, unable to keep her pale fingers away from the one that she was named after. It resembled her so. Soft and delicate, untouchable like her porcelain skin yet wrapped in a defensive shield that lured all away but the brave or the insane.

Posted By Alice On 06.28.2010 @ 12:25 pm

Velvet cake. Yum. These girls’ voices are certainly not velvet. Quite the opposite, actually. Full of tense stress, guilt, and brainwashing. Good grief.

Posted By Alice On 06.26.2010 @ 2:57 pm

It was the smell of death that lingered in the heavy air of the morning shore. The sea bird’s lifeless body was buried in wet sand and salt. He stared, face long and withdrawn. He cried the helpless wail that strikes absolute fear into those that hear. He couldn’t help it; he was a mourner.

Posted By Alice On 06.23.2010 @ 1:13 pm

You are the detergent that I use because you are the one that smells the best. All those years of being forced to use others I am glad that you are now on my side. Teamed together with my washer, you purify my clothes.

Posted By Alice On 06.22.2010 @ 6:46 pm

i am a waltzer. i waltz to the music in my heart under the stars, the sun and the moon. it completes me and makes me feel whole. This world is meant for dancers, for free spirits.

Posted By Alice On 06.21.2010 @ 6:51 am

i dunno what to do when i leap. it says leap and the net will appear. that is probably somewhat true but at the same time it is difficult to leap without seeing the net first. it’s always nice to know it will appear, but get the courage first. that would be nice

Posted By Alice On 06.17.2010 @ 6:19 pm

they needed sizzors to remove her from him. i dont think twins joined at the spine had ever been of different genders but this is how it went with my siblings. they matched ine very way but still he had a blue hat and her a pink one. i carried the axe sad in my left hand.

Posted By alice On 06.17.2010 @ 3:15 am

I’m hoping he won’t notice that I’m wearing his shirt. Please don’t see me. I’m hiding behind a bulky football player when he finally turns around and remarks, “Hey, you! Isn’t that my shirt?” I blush furiously as the girls giggle and whisper. “You gave it to me,” I remind him, and he just grins, winking like the rogue charmer he is.

Posted By Alice On 06.07.2010 @ 7:04 pm

He couldn’t think for the pain. He couldn’t even settle further into the armchair to dull it, because that just made it hurt worse. He could see her doing something in the kitchen, across the room, and tried not to look like he was in pain.

Posted By Alice On 06.04.2010 @ 6:17 pm

It was the turning of the century but Phillip didn’t care one whit. He sat alone in his apartment, a glass of wine in hand just looking at the clock knowing that this century would be just as horrid as the last, that nothing could possibly bring her back.

Posted By alice On 06.02.2010 @ 4:31 pm

gong. the sounding of a beginning. or an end. but arn’t they they the same thing? they indicate something is changing, its not going to be the same any more. After that clash, you can’t go back, it’s too late.

Posted By Alice On 06.01.2010 @ 11:59 am

The collar was uncomfortable. She sat next to him and smiled, slow and predatory, and eyed his hand hovering near his neck. He wanted so much to rip it off, to tug at it, to run as far away from her as possible, screaming. But her eyes stayed on his neck, and he couldn’t move.

Posted By Alice On 05.30.2010 @ 10:47 pm

The collar was too tight. It was always too tight, and he tugged at it with unease. The people around him seemed to be making an effort to sound smarter and snobbier than him, and he couldn’t stand it. He tried to find the door. The collar seemed not to loosen.

Posted By Alice On 05.28.2010 @ 8:22 pm

She self-consciously tugged at her itchy collar. Then she stepped outside, and saw him. Her breath was taken away.

Posted By alice On 05.28.2010 @ 3:47 pm

The bow on her head slipped from the strands of hair and fell to the ground. The silk ribbon spread out, folds sliding over each other. She made no move to pick it up, just reached out a delicate hand and caressed the fabric mindlessly.

Posted By Alice On 05.27.2010 @ 10:05 pm

She stood in front of the silent audience, and fighting back tears, took a bow. They burst into applause, and she cried, not tears of sadness, but joy.

Posted By alice On 05.27.2010 @ 4:21 pm

A pillar of stone. That’s what my grandmother was. She was made of tougher stuff, which was convenient, because she suffered a lot. “I am older than dirt,” she once said. “Dirt and Jesus.” A pillar of stone, indeed.

Posted By Alice On 05.26.2010 @ 5:51 pm

And then he turned into a pillar of salt, leaving his past behind him and going forth into a new realm of experiences, like seasoning eggs.

Posted By alice On 05.26.2010 @ 3:57 pm

Ahhh! string? I prefer rope because you can swing from your neck on it.

Posted By Alice On 05.26.2010 @ 7:20 am

My friend Tom is very into physics, and once tried to explain string theory to me on the bus ride home. It didn’t work, and I walked off the bus with a head ache.

Posted By Alice On 05.25.2010 @ 5:25 pm

i was walking when it happened. Slowly but surely, that same man who haunted my dreams appeared in the window. I ran like hell. I ran until the breath flew out of my chest and i heaved and nothing came out. I sprawled out on the floor and blacked out on the face of my fears.

Posted By Alice On 05.02.2010 @ 4:56 pm

fireflies flicker in the soft, humid night. this is the scene of dreams, the scene i always wished i’d be in. the place people go to be happy.

Posted By alice On 04.30.2010 @ 6:33 pm

Blocks are cuboid shape usually and lego do blocks. They are fun to play with if you are a big adult like me. Block come in different colours and shapes and sizes. They come in an array of block colours.

Posted By Alice On 04.26.2010 @ 11:33 am