Entries By julia Semile
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found
I found it lying on the bottom of the old abaondoned pool. Curled in its own rusty waste, the bicycle tires were flat, like a discarded snakeskin. Everything about it was pathetic– the handlebars, the gears, the seat… especially its old rider, standing there looking down on it.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.08.2010 @ 6:37 pm
I found it lying on the bottom of the old abaondoned pool. Curled in its own rusty waste, the bicycle tires were flat, like a discarded snakeskin. Everything about it was pathetic– the handlebars, the gears, the seat… especially its old rider, standing there looking down on it.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.08.2010 @ 6:34 pm
hit
The sound of squealing tires and a shattering windshield was the last thing she remembered. Waking up the hospital two days later with a broken nose, a concussion, and a fractured wrist was shocking enough in itself. But the worst part was hearing the medical bills she’d have to pay since there was no one accountable. It was a hit-and-run kind of day apparently.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.10.2010 @ 3:51 pm
labor
Nothing beats the feeling of coming back to a small, hot, room with twenty bunkbeds after a long day’s unpaid work. I’m serious. Volunteering to build houses in Mississippi = best week of my summer last year. Hard labor: good for the heart, good for the soul, and good for the world.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.11.2010 @ 1:04 pm
myself
Everyday I look at myself in the mirror and, depending on the day, find someone different staring back at me. Occasionally I see someone beautiful, occasionally someone ugly, but at least I always see myself. I’d hate to look and find someone I didn’t even know.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.14.2010 @ 5:44 pm
keychain
Somehow it always reminded me of her. It always would remind me of her. The friendship bracelet she made me years ago on my twelfth birthday, the key I used to have to her house. Even the ding on the second ring was because of her. I loved her, but we were only friends.
Posted By julia Semile On 03.15.2010 @ 10:05 pm
veins
Veins are where the plant stores all of the bad or not-so-good stuff for humans. You can tell when tea is really high quality because it doesn’t use any part of the veins, but the whole leaf. I learned this last night. :)
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.19.2010 @ 8:21 am
lake
She sat by the lake and contemplated her reflection. Smooth on the glassy green surface of the water, she looked almost ghostly. She stared harder, trying to squint herself into soliditity, but the wind blew, rippled the surface, and she disappeared.
Posted By julia Semile On 03.21.2010 @ 4:36 pm
roll
I watched as she pulled a thick pan from the oven. It burst with steaming rolls and overflowed with a sense of home I knew I could find nowhere else. A little bit of butte, a dollop of honey…sweet perfection, like her kiss.
Posted By julia Semile On 03.23.2010 @ 8:27 pm
bunny
She took one good look at him and shook her head. Turning her small head towards her parents, little blonde curls stirring in the breeze, she announced, “That is not a real bunny. The easter bunny is fake!” All around her kids went silent. Then- crying. Sobbing, bawling, screaming, whining, blubbering crying; everywhere. Yeah, that’s the last time we took her to an easter egg hunt.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.29.2010 @ 4:05 pm
boxing
It comes after Christmas but before New Years. Boxing Day, a day for presents and family and friends…but only in Canada and the U.K. Here, in Amurrica, we don’t celebrate Boxing Day. The day after Christmas, we pack everything away instead.
Posted By Julia Semile On 03.31.2010 @ 1:23 pm
