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The track stretched straight before me, the next curve seeming an endless distance away. I stretched my legs, added a burst of speed, pushing myself to the limits. My lungs expanded, the air rushing in as I pushed through it, faster, faster. My fastest. And then the bump in the road, and I halted, face first in the dirt.Posted By Kim On 06.23.2009 @ 12:17 pm
I opened my eyes, feeling the darkness trying to suffocate me as I struggled from beneath the blankets. The switch for the lamp escaped my fumbling fingers, and the water glass, nearly full, crashed to the hardwood floor as I finally managed to turn on the lamp.Posted By Kim On 06.17.2009 @ 10:00 am
Kill people. the cause of lung cancer. A waste of money. my dad smokes. my uncle died from them. i hate the nicotine. Cigarettes up red blood cells. Invades red blood cells with carbon monoxide. Poisonous. Deadly. Martin smokes. I hate people who kill themselves.Posted By Kim On 09.02.2009 @ 5:51 am
I was the rock.
I sat there, willfully bearing the burden of others’ tears when they flung themselves upon me to let out their anguish.
I survived the landslides, the earthquakes, blizzards and the droughts.
It left me a cold, hard person with little but resentment in my heart.Posted By Kim On 09.01.2009 @ 6:27 am
I stepped out of the car and onto the tar. My shoes hurt my feet and I was angry to leave the pizza we’d ordered. I walked up a slight incline, wondering why my mom wanted to talk to the man she divorced nearly five years ago. When he took the phone, swore, kicked the cement and started crying, my brother’s name trembling from his lips, I understood.Posted By Kim On 08.31.2009 @ 6:30 am
Destiny is a fading concept. Aren’t we in control? This is what we’d like to believe. We’re constantly grasping at the next straw within our reach. The broader picture slips out of context. How many small pieces of the pie do we need to cling to before we realize we’re holding mere puffs of air? The airline stewardess realized.Posted By kim On 08.30.2009 @ 5:01 pm
there was a wild animal in a cage and it was very afraid. We had to sedate it to give it its medicine. it was very sad but necessary to treat the animal for the illness that it had caught in the jungle. the animal ended up surviving because of what we did. it made me feel really good to heal one of God’s creatures.Posted By kim On 08.27.2009 @ 10:34 pm
I saw his face, I saw his hands. I saw the fingers that had tickled and stroked my hair. I saw his eyelashes, and his nose and lips. I saw everything about him, exactly as I remembered it. But when I put the pieces together, the man laying in that coffin looked nothing like my brother.Posted By Kim On 08.19.2009 @ 9:53 am
I stood in the shower, letting the conditioner soak into my hair while shaving my legs and armpits. I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong with having hair on your body, but everyone else does. In this way, my hygiene habits have been as controlled as the tips of my hair dying to split.Posted By Kim On 08.13.2009 @ 8:30 am
The rain came down in waves, heavy and hard. Each time one hit it felt like a slap to the face, or arm, or leg. Somehow I knew it was supposed to feel like this. I knew that nature was only dealing back what she’d received, and that it was only fitting that I was the one who felt her wrath most acutely.Posted By Kim On 08.11.2009 @ 8:07 am
In a crowd I can’t help but feel as though everyone knows too much about me as they brush my arms.
This is contact I don’t always engage in with my close friends, why is this stranger touching me? Why do they just walk by as though we didn’t touch? Am I out of touch?
Or are they?Posted By Kim On 08.08.2009 @ 5:15 am
The engine sat in the driveway, still running, despite the cost of gas. It was nice, sitting here, talking with him. It always ended this way, us in the driveway, talking, even though it was late, and we both should have been sleeping. It was times like this that made me wonder if he really was the asshole everyone thought him to be. I didn’t see how that was possible.Posted By Kim On 08.05.2009 @ 10:01 am
I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to have been Pluto. To be told, after all those years of thinking you’re one thing, that you no longer fit into that category. I’d hate to have to recreate the image of myself someone else made for me. I can’t even imagine.Posted By Kim On 08.02.2009 @ 11:37 am