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casting
The man pulled his cap over his eyes to keep out the sun. His eyes were as grey as the sky and his skin was as tough as leather. In his wrinkled, bony hands he held his favorite pole. He arced his arms back, then whipped the pole forward. The lind dropped into the large pool of water. Yes, he thought, today is going to be a good day.
Posted By Amanda On 05.22.2013 @ 5:27 am
I am just part of the casting of the play called life. This time I happened to get the leading role. I follow the script. Say this. Move here. Feel this way. It’s all mechanical. Precise. I have all of my lines memorized.
Posted By Amanda On 05.21.2013 @ 7:11 pm
catapult
The men were wearing skirts made of animal skins, their large hairy thighs bulged. Two of them grabbed a large metallic sphere, they strained as they lifted the ball onto the mount, “gar” they roared.
Posted By Amanda On 05.21.2013 @ 5:24 am
lullaby
I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. His skin was soft to touch. I breathed in and smelled his sweet smell of shampoo and milk. I looked into his the deep blue pools that were his eyes, he looked at me with love, and I began to rock and sing to him this lullaby.
Posted By Amanda On 05.20.2013 @ 5:12 am
My father sung the same lullaby to me every night. I would be in the state inbetween wakefulness and sleep, and reality would start to muddle and distort. The lullaby would take over the surroundings, and I’d see everything in the song. Then sleep would come, and the lullaby would manifest itself again.
Posted By Amanda On 05.19.2013 @ 8:01 pm
airstream
there was a kid who was very sick. he needed something. no one could figure it out. he couldnt breathe right. just coughed all the time. hospitals and tests. his family was so worried. the poor boy started coughing up blood. the doctors had no idea what was wrong with him. they could only keep him comfortable before he….
Posted By amanda On 05.18.2013 @ 12:31 am
rocker
The lights went down. The guitarist struck a cord, the sound of the strings filled the room. Sweet smelling fog crept onto the stage. The singer stepped forward and took the standing microphone in both hands. The stage lights glared off his shaved bald head and dark sunglasses. He screamed and the crowed cheered.
Posted By Amanda On 05.16.2013 @ 5:32 am
wafer
You are my wafer, the body that I consume and fill myself with You are the wine that I get drunk off of intoxicated with your everything Communion isn’t so holy
Posted By Amanda On 05.22.2013 @ 7:19 pm
auburn
Her lipstick was auburn. My shirt was auburn. The leaves on the ground were auburn. For some reason, this color could not get out of my mind, and everywhere I went all I could think of was auburn.
Posted By Amanda On 05.12.2013 @ 7:11 pm
celestial
She was my everything. She was always there for me, a stable support I could rely on in tough times. She always seemed to have the words of wisdom I needed to pull through. That is, until we walked along side the bridge one night. She got on top of the railing, told me that celestial beings were going to save her, and she jumped.
Posted By Amanda On 05.11.2013 @ 7:27 pm
soap
I took the bar in my hand. It was green and smelled of pine needles and lemon, it smelled fresh. I sat up and took my dripping black bottomed foot in my left hand and scrubbed my foot with the soap with the other. How did my feet get to black you ask, well, that’s another story.
Posted By Amanda On 05.10.2013 @ 5:28 am
I tried to wash away my worries. I got into the shower, picked up the soap, and my mind wandered. I thought about endless possibilities in the shower. I thought about my past, my present, my future. It was the only place I felt at peace. I could think about all these things without feeling out in the open. I was alone, enclosed. As I continued to think, I soaked up the warm water. Alone at last.
Posted By Amanda On 05.10.2013 @ 4:53 am
I used soap to wash every part of my body that you touched. I scrubbed the skin over and over and over and over and over and over again but I could still feel your existence coating every layer. Once I was sure that the soap was ineffective, I tried sodium hydroxide. At least the pain was enough to distract me, though it still did not get rid of you.
Posted By Amanda On 05.09.2013 @ 1:02 pm
beer
I had beer as my blood, those days after you left me. All I inhaled, exhaled was beer. All that circulated around my body was beer. After a while, the beer was all gone. And I was broke. So all that there was left in my body was you.
Posted By Amanda On 05.07.2013 @ 3:43 pm
stories
Stories. They are the things that the old share with the young to keep their memories alive well after they have left this world. They are the things that mothers and fathers read to their children before bed each night. They are the things that allow a reader to escape life, if only for a moment.
Posted By Amanda On 05.07.2013 @ 5:30 am
simplify
All that junk. I threw it out. Old shirts, not worn for weeks. Dated dresses. Unused toys and shoes. I cut back the plants, their leaves now lay on the floor. I swept up the dust, I polished the furniture. Unused things were tossed aside. Yes, I simplified my life.
Posted By Amanda On 05.09.2013 @ 5:49 am
I would simplify all of my feelings into one simple phrase that I would clearly articulate, and you would clearly understand, if I could do that. But that is impossible, as layers of ideas and abstractions beyond the scope of language make up my feelings. I’m not just sad. Angry. Happy. I don’t just agree. Disagree. I don’t think and experience reality in simple, constricting sets of words.
Posted By Amanda On 05.08.2013 @ 7:18 pm
burning
She looked at me with those dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, and I knew that she hated me. The light caught her eyes in such a way that they almost appeared to be on fire. I wondered if they flame in her eyes represented the hatred for me that she held in her heart.
Posted By Amanda On 05.06.2013 @ 5:29 am
timeline
I created a timeline of my life in my head. Actually, it would be more accurate if I said I attempted to piece the vague memories of the events of my life into some form of chronological order, and generally failed. My memory is fuzzy. My sense of time is distorted. I can barely remember what I did this morning. I don’t know if what I did as a child was really me.
Posted By Amanda On 05.02.2013 @ 7:26 pm
dissolve
I dissolved like the snow. I was not sure where I was going, but I needed to believe that I would dissolve and solidify into something better. And I did. The snow melted away and then evaporated into the big sky and became part of the fabric of a cloud and before I knew it I was snowing. And dissolving again.
Posted By Amanda On 05.01.2013 @ 9:00 pm
enemies
I hate my enemies. I grind my teeth when I think of their faces. I clench my hands when I bring forth those memories from the past in which I’d rather forget.
Posted By Amanda On 04.29.2013 @ 7:22 pm
crow
Black shadows circled around the child. He sniffled once and rubbed at his eyes not caring that they were getting bigger. Why should he care? He was lost and alone in the wilderness. If the only company he had was birds then why shouldn’t he welcome then? The boy lifted his head up to watch the ebony birds and closed his eyes.
Posted By Amanda On 04.29.2013 @ 7:17 am
A crow was outside my window. “Creepy,” I vaguely thought, without much signifigance. The crow made a noise. Then I got a call from you. After that call, everytime I see or hear the cry of the crow, my heart rips in two.
Posted By Amanda On 04.28.2013 @ 7:18 pm
clasp
I clasped the golden locket in my hand, it gave me hope. It brought back memories of better times, times before life got so damn complicated. It was a gift from my daddy, back when we still owned the farm on Oliver Road.
Posted By Amanda On 04.28.2013 @ 5:13 pm
I broke the clasp on my heart. My heart that I had shut tight, everything firmly packed in there. Secure. And then you came. You came, and messed me up. The clasp broke. I lost the clasp. I can’t keep my heart closed any longer.
And I don’t regret it.
Posted By Amanda On 04.27.2013 @ 6:24 pm
planter
I am the planter of ideas. When people are not paying attention, I sneak up between them, and whisper things their ears. Then the concepts begin to take root in their minds. They ignore it at first, but eventually it grows and grows and grows until the idea has taken over them competely.
Posted By Amanda On 04.24.2013 @ 1:27 pm
checkmate
checkmate ron weasley he was so brave and strong. I wish he could be my boyfriend with his red hair and freckles. Knight in shining whatever. Grey’s anatomy is coming back soon and I can’tt waittttttt. Check. Yes. Done. I don’t know what else to write about other than the fact I suck at checkers and chest peckwell needs a new name because it’s ridiculous oh wait I don’t think it’s real, yeah…..
Posted By Amanda On 04.23.2013 @ 9:38 pm
It was a game between us. We each took our moves, each backed by unbeliveable amounts of stragety. I thought I was winning. I thought I was going to get it all. I thought I “Checkmate,” he said, smiling. Fuck.
Posted By Amanda On 04.23.2013 @ 7:07 pm
café
I sat in the cafe all of the time. I didn’t really like the beverages or food being offered. I had no meetings with friends or family there. I just like to sit there. Observe those around me. I would take snippets of converation I’d overhear, and form elaborate stories based off of them.
Posted By Amanda On 04.22.2013 @ 7:27 pm
