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leverage
I pulled myself up on the windowsill, my arms shaking from the effort. I looked down to my friend, Ross, who was holding me up. “A bit more leverage, if you wouldn’t mind,” I grunted, breaking a sweat. “Well,” he chuckled, his breath heavy, “how many doughnuts have you been eating, Kate?”
Posted By Kerry On 04.16.2013 @ 5:33 am
geometric
“Find the geometric mean of this…” my raven-haired teacher’s voice trails off as I stare longingly out the window to look at the summer lit day. I could honestly care less about geometry at this moment.
Posted By Kerry On 04.15.2013 @ 5:33 am
branch
“That’s how she died, you know…she climbed up in the tree and then the branch broke and she fell.” I marveled at my friend, Martha, who sat there with a very matter-of-fact expression on her face.
Posted By Kerry On 04.13.2013 @ 6:21 am
anchor
Deep under the water, I felt my lungs begin to burn. All around me, debris floated around – all the wreckage of the ship that had sunk alarming quickly. Through the dark void, I strained by bloodshot eyes to see the ships anchor, falling down into the depths.
Posted By Kerry On 04.11.2013 @ 11:15 am
welfare
This is the fourth time it’s happened. I sit down on the noisy cot and sigh audibly. Another uncomfortable bed, another new home. Another let down.
Posted By Kerry On 04.10.2013 @ 11:50 am
dashboard
Tumblr was getting a bit dull as of late. My dashboard had gotten horribly slow and the blue background of the site I saw every day was starting to bore me. Even the people on Tumblr were becoming less pleasant.
Posted By Kerry On 04.09.2013 @ 4:45 pm
punished
I struggle against my bindings, chaffing my wrists. “Damn,” I mutter under my breathe and then exhale shakily. It’s cold down here…wherever here is. It’s dark – I can’t see anything.
Posted By Kerry On 04.08.2013 @ 7:13 am
I hate this punishment. It’s stripped me down to the bone, dried my eyes, and left my soul tattered and flailing in the wind. Even though such torture is aggravating, it is true that I deserve this. What you do in the shadows must come out eventually.
Posted By Kerry On 04.08.2013 @ 4:43 am
flour
The smell of baked bread always excited me – lifted my spirits. Unfortunately, it can be said that my mother hasn’t bothered to make bread for me since I was a child. I remember being too small to reach up and grab the blue glass jar of flour that my mother needed, and now the cupboard is a little less that a foot above my head.
Posted By Kerry On 04.07.2013 @ 8:21 am
An integral ingredient in baking. Rather messy, and leaves white smudges on clothes, and faces. It goes into making delicious treats; cookies, cakes, pastries, fresh-baked bread. Yum!
Posted By Kerry On 04.06.2013 @ 10:24 pm
vines
It’s strange. You’d think that after all this time, that someone would have found this garden and tried to clean it up – tear down the wild green vines that hang from the pale stone walls that are cracking to bits. But no, it’s still a place of nature, unknown and undiscovered, and that’s what terrifies me the most.
Posted By Kerry On 04.05.2013 @ 5:34 am
Creeping up the old, Victorian-style home that hadn’t seen any inhabitants in years. Ropes of green vines, tangled and spreading everywhere; covering everything in a coat of green which gave off an eerie feeling, like they were trying to hide something.
Posted By Kerry On 04.04.2013 @ 4:26 pm
fabricated
The evidence was fabricated. In fact, I’m not even sure there was evidence in this case. The jury was unfairly biased and my judge non-existent. Only whispers and the shifting of facts helping it ripple throughout the school. “I know what you did,” one of my best friends said, as she looked at me with disappointed eyes. I braced for the lecture, and constructed my rebuttal. She had no idea what she was in for.
Posted By Kerry On 04.01.2013 @ 5:53 pm
bronze
He was etched in bronze. A frozen figure painting a picture of the most honorable hero to ever walk the sweet grasses of Montana. “I still wanna know who killed him,” my best friend whispered to me as the tour guide ushered us through the rest of the museum. “Me too,” I replied, a plan already forming in my mind.
Posted By Kerry On 03.28.2013 @ 8:48 pm
wheat
As a girl who’s grown up on a farm, I’ve seen a lot of wheat. Grain as it comes out of the truck and is taken up into the grain bins, and fields of wheat that seem to stretch on forever over the flat, Saskatchewan prairie landscape. Farm girl at heart.
Posted By Kerry On 03.29.2013 @ 9:20 pm
destined
People often tell me that they are destined for something. Greatness, loneliness, riches. It seems like everyone weaves their own tapestry right? But isn’t that opposing the idea of destined? It’s like saying that your and optimist that views the glass as half empty. Think about it.
Posted By Kerry On 03.26.2013 @ 6:53 pm
calamity
Calamity is and interesting word. It’s connotation being something along the lines of ‘mass destruction, terrible misfortune, the end of the world. etc’. Also giving the knowledgeable a sense of dread,despair, and even excitement. All in one tiny word.
Posted By Kerry On 03.25.2013 @ 7:35 pm
listening
Listening is a skill that is hard to come by. As we all sweat underneath the heat of our own personal spotlight, it is difficult to see past it’s blinding light. Squinting out into the world we have trouble comprehending that anything outside of our scope can be relative or important to existence.
Posted By Kerry On 03.24.2013 @ 11:21 am
beware
We’re told to beware of a lot of things. As kids, our parents tell us to beware of what seems like everything. It’s because they’re just looking out for us. As we get older, we have to look out for ourselves and we beware of the things that scare us, not the things our parents thought would scare us.
Posted By Kerry On 03.20.2013 @ 3:08 pm
pained
The pain on his face cut deep. Every down-trodden look, every half-hearted smile, every almost invisible tear breaking the wall protecting my heart. I’ve never felt regret, especially not in the case of relationships, but this was different. He was getting to me.
Posted By Kerry On 03.19.2013 @ 8:17 pm
director
Everyone is a director. Whether they only direct a few of life’s choices, or they direct the lives of thousands of others, we all make our slight ripple in the world. With that you should find comfort. When your lack of faith in yourself throws you into an ever deepening pit of rage, confusion and heartbreak, allow that fact to come to the surface of your thoughts and sprout brilliant, feathered wings that help you pull yourself up and beyond where you were before. Soaring into the soft blue light of the never-ending sky.
Posted By Kerry On 03.12.2013 @ 7:32 pm
terrain
This terrain is strange. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life. The hills don’t roll, but rather sit perilously still. The sky is no longer a shaded blue, but rather a curious color that gives me a sense of loss. Not even the familiar feeling of wind stirring my hair.
Posted By Kerry On 03.09.2013 @ 7:47 pm
returned
“They have all returned,”he spat at me, almost mocking my failed prediction. No one dared to believe in my black magic, unless I proved myself. “Just wait one more moment,” I breathed, waiting for the inevitable.
Posted By Kerry On 03.07.2013 @ 8:03 pm
signals
The signals stared her right in the face, but she loved him too much to believe it. The smell of perfume that lingered through the house when he came home late, the way he’s been distant, it was all starting to add up. She wouldn’t allow herself to believe it though.
Posted By Kerry On 03.07.2013 @ 12:35 am
Body signals do not register. The painful crinkles of your face making not even the slightest impression on my hard drive. “You monster!” you cry, trying to find humanity within me. You fool, that part of my was gone long ago.
Posted By Kerry On 03.06.2013 @ 8:00 pm
flames
The flames lick up my pant legs, enveloping my lower body in one bitter bite. As it spreads into my chest and across my arms, the ashes become all that is left of my existence. Seeping to the ground in a melancholy pile. The flaky, burnt bits of my body settle there for a while, allowing all the resentment I once felt to blow away with the wind. Now only my finest qualities remain, waiting for the phoenix to burst of of the ashes and give me the second chance I so desperately desire.
Posted By Kerry On 03.05.2013 @ 9:51 pm
weakling
I’m not a weakling. My arms may be limp, my legs may be sub-par, my entire body not in the perfect shape, but I am not weak. Whatever comes across my path, I face it. That is what true strength is.
Posted By Kerry On 03.03.2013 @ 8:11 pm
knock
I hear a knock at the door, but do I dare open it? For all I know it could be the climactic event that will send my future spiraling into the depths of Hades, but I suppose it could change my life for the better as well. This couch is so comfortable though…maybe next time I’ll face the opportunity/burden sitting in my doorway.
Posted By Kerry On 02.27.2013 @ 7:31 pm
bleeding
I am bleeding on the inside. No it’s not real blood, it’s more like a strong flow of all the doubts and hurdles of life heartily swelling in every vein.
Posted By Kerry On 02.26.2013 @ 6:46 pm
