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Ah, beer. The social lubricant that makes shy guys complete jerks and smart guys complete idiots. A pint or two in us? We’re all the same. All stumbling, fumbling drunkards just trying to pass for maybe-sober and walk in a straight line. Not that I have anything against equality mind, but some nights I prefer to stay sober and watch the show.

Posted By terradi On 05.07.2013 @ 4:44 pm

The big ideas, they starts small. Always. Barely noticeable, barely recognizable from the nothing that surrounds them. And then they expands. And sometimes, when the atmosphere is just right and the people and times are ready for it, they grows into something big.

Posted By terradi On 02.09.2013 @ 9:03 am

I see him and a driving, burning, itching urge takes control of me. Backing down, backing away, gathering courage to try another time — these are no longer options. I’m drawn towards him — whether I like it or not. Yes or no, today is the day I ask.

Posted By terradi On 01.07.2013 @ 9:39 pm

My work consists of checks and in-text citations. This need to verify, re-verify, cross-reference, and affirm data samplings is what I live and breathe. I love it. Goodbye perception-tainted observations, goodbye hearsay, and goodbye speculation. You have no place in my world of logic, facts and information. There are so few places in the world where everything can be filtered out. This is my haven.

Posted By terradi On 01.06.2013 @ 8:32 pm

When the times get tough, she turns to the Lord. Whispering, chanting words and prayers … phrases spilling out from virgin lips, passion and fervor rarely felt anywhere else tumbling from her soul towards the one source she has always believed to be true and faithful to her.

Posted By terradi On 01.05.2013 @ 7:45 am

How do you add up the value of a life? Is it in the number of possessions you’ve obtained over the course of your years? Your level of education? Your average salary? The debts unpaid upon the date of your death? Or is it something simpler, like the number of smiles? The nights you’ve sunk into untroubled sleep? Or the amount of good that you’ve done in the world?

Posted By terradi On 01.02.2013 @ 6:05 pm

People of law. People of order. Their ways are not always so easy to understand. Walking the fine line between just enforcement and petty abuse is not an easy path to take. Go too far in one direction and you’ll never forgive yourself. Go too far in the other direction and they’ll never forgive you. Of course, some will hold it against you no matter what you do. Sometimes that’s how you know you’re doing it right.

Posted By terradi On 12.29.2012 @ 7:48 pm

The fireworks this year are all across the street. From my seat by the window I can see it. House all lit up, animated figures pacing back and forth with dramatic, angry gestures which surely can’t mean anything good and should they really be saying that kind of stuff to their very own family members who they supposedly love? The volume is pretty spectacular as well. There’s a reason I celebrate my holidays alone.

Posted By terradi On 12.27.2012 @ 7:53 pm

The time is now. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Not whenever you get around to it. Today. This instant. This moment. This is a unique opportunity to move forward, to change. To make something new. Stop waiting for a holiday. Stop waiting for a special occasion or when the time is right or for some divine sign. Make it now. Or you’ll stall out forever.

Posted By terradi On 12.26.2012 @ 5:58 pm

It started with a couple of words, then became a full-out inferno of hate, passion, and anger. Words spilled out that could never be taken back, nor forgiven. From a spark the tinder was lit for a feud that would separate for the rest of their lifetimes. Bitterness, anger, hatred borne from such simple words.

Posted By terradi On 12.25.2012 @ 9:08 pm

True to life! Actual size! As seen on TV!

The words of the ads are, usually, a lie. Thus when I saw an advertisement for a dragon egg, I expected a fancy version of Sea Monkeys. The egg that arrived at my doorstep seemed far too glittery to possibly come from anything real. Yet I could hardly resist the temptation to see what exactly would hatch from that giant egg.

Posted By terradi On 12.23.2012 @ 6:08 pm

Thoughts drifting, distant. Memories, emotions strewn around like scattered shells at the seashore. Who am I? Why am I here? Questions calling like gulls overhead, but only the echo of the ocean answers, whispering songs in a language only the seaborn can understand. I listen, searching for meaning, searching for answers, but none come.

Posted By terradi On 12.21.2012 @ 7:03 pm

Tis the season! They shout at the department stores with unstoppable, unthinking cheer. What they really mean, of course, is buy, buy buy! Why SHOW your love that you care about them through your actions when you can BUY THEM THINGS and show them your love through MATERIALISM! Because cold hard cash and worldly possessions mean so much more than a simple sign of affection. No wonder the divorce rate is 50%.

Posted By terradi On 12.20.2012 @ 8:27 pm

Terri ran along the brick wall, panting with the exertion. Exhaustion was closing in, but he dared not stop. An arrow whizzed by his head and shattered on the stone, sending splinters everywhere. The enemy was coming. Coming quickly.

“Some game ….” he panted.

It had started out as one. It certainly wasn’t one anymore.

Posted By terradi On 12.19.2012 @ 10:07 am

Bubbling, humming, sizzling, spiciness permeates the air, bringing the hint of clove and magic. I savor the scent, but keep my attention on my potions, stirring carefully to make sure everything stays properly mixed up. This is my favorite part of the day.

Posted By terradi On 12.15.2012 @ 4:21 pm

They say that dying is hard. Dying is easy. One quick motion or movement and it’s over. If you watch a horror movie, you notice that the second someone dies it’s all over. It’s real easy to die or get dead. It’s living that’s hard. That willingness to soldier on and to continue, despite or because of everything — that’s the challenge.

Posted By terradi On 12.14.2012 @ 9:03 pm

Waiting is the hardest thing on earth sometimes. If it’s good news you worried so long for no good reason, but if it’s bad news your whole world changes forever. And there’s no way to know which news you’re going to get until it arrives. Until that moment you’re both sick and well, your fear is laughable and serious, but far too late to do any good. There’s an odd sense that everything is possible until you know for sure. Doctors think they have the hardest job but I tell you, their stress and worry is nothing in comparison to their patients.

Posted By terradi On 12.13.2012 @ 7:40 pm

The summer heat kisses my face. It is so hot that even the air tastes like heat. I am never sure what to make of days like this. In the winter I dream of them, yet in the summer I dream of the winter’s cool. The day is endless, luxuriously free of constraints and expectations. It could go on forever, and it almost seems as if it does.

Posted By terradi On 12.08.2012 @ 1:19 am

It was supposed to be an simple quest. Get in, rescue the princess. Get out again. But, of course, it was never as simple as it seemed. Said princess turned out to be more than a little psychotic and possibly bent on world destruction — the actual opposition to be fought. Getting her out of the prison constructed to keep her from achieving any of her goals would be disastrous — yet not doing so would mean a war on the scale that hadn’t been seen in centuries.

Posted By terradi On 12.05.2012 @ 5:08 pm

Stretching, straining. Soclose soclose soclose. I reach, strain, stretch for that extra inch that will bring me right up to the top. It’sneverenough. It’sneverenough. It’s. Never. Enough. And yet I keep trying. I have to try. Because every time I try I reach just a little bit further, climb just a little bit higher, achieve just a little bit more. My drive towards the impossible allows me to accomplish the best of what I am capable of.

Posted By terradi On 12.04.2012 @ 2:53 pm

This one or that one. This. Or That. Always one or the other. Choose. Decide. Abandon one. It seems like everyone is convinced that I have to give up one … that it is impossible to have the best of both worlds. That to make an omelette I have to break some eggs. But … isn’t it possible that if I do it right I might get to have both?

Posted By terradi On 12.03.2012 @ 5:53 pm

“But there’s no food waiting.” “That’s alright. We’ll just cook dinner.” “Cook dinner? What’s that mean?” “Well, dinner is food, and cook is how you make it.” “You can make food?” “Of course. Your mum cooks you dinner all the time, right?” “Uhmm … She calls for takeout a lot. Is that cooking?”

Posted By terradi On 12.01.2012 @ 8:34 pm

The way forward I’m not so sure of, and yet I know that we will go forward. Too much has happened, too much wrong has occurred. We cannot be silent anymore. We will move. We will act. The momentum, the motion, the emotion is far too momentous for anything else. We will rise.

Posted By terradi On 11.29.2012 @ 6:07 pm

The sun rises, and a new day approaches. I stride forward along the beach, looking forward, towards the light. My shadow, my past, follows behind me, always connected at my feet, always there — a part of me. Even as I walk away from it it follows, reminding me of who I used to be, and what I will never escape from being.

Posted By terradi On 11.29.2012 @ 5:04 am

I have a voice. I have a voice. I do! I know it. Or at least I am reasonably certain. I mean … assuming that the electoral council or whatever does things properly. Assuming that my vote is not deemed unfavorable and not accidentally thrown away. Assuming that my voice is not ignored simply because it is inconvenient, or does not speak for a so-called unfavorable person. but in theory I have a voice.

Posted By terradi On 10.01.2012 @ 12:32 am

The crust was gooey, crispy, greasy, dripping with the oils of cheese, peppered with the spices of meats. And the rest! Chewy, gummy, hot, salty, greasy paradise. Risk of cardiac arrest be damned — it was worth it. It was one fine pizza. It was divine. Truly divine.

Posted By terradi On 06.29.2012 @ 8:08 am

The array of foods was mouth-watering to Atiya, who had never seen such an assortment before in her life. Her eyes were wide with amazement, and her mouth hung open. Never, in all seven of her years of life had she seen such a feast.

“All this … is for us? I can eat it?” Her voice quavered, for she could hardly believe that it was true.

Posted By terradi On 06.26.2012 @ 10:28 am

She’d been docile for the longest time. Unthinking, unquestioning, unmindful of anything other than what she’d been told was appropriate to do, and when was appropriate to do. And then she saw the video ….

From then on, the seeds of rebellion — of independent thought had been planted. A once-docile mind was waking up, realizing what it had gone along with, and plotting its next actions. When it was fully active there would be hell to pay.

Posted By terradi On 06.25.2012 @ 8:02 am

I stared up at the sky, purely bright and blinding, and wondered why any would want to dwell under it. The bridge above me, with its soothing bits of trees and stonework was much more comforting. As was the water that trickled by my feet. Sure, there was the occasional passer-by who disturbed my silence, and I’d eaten more than one. But it seemed a small price to pay for the serenity.

Posted By terradi On 06.24.2012 @ 7:48 am

The barrier between the worlds was solid at first, impenetrable, as it usually is. And then, as midnight came closer, fractures began to appear in the smooth veil between the worlds. Tiny cracks that grew in size and depth. The barrier thinned, and figures on the darker side loomed, fearsome, waiting for their chance.

Posted By terradi On 06.22.2012 @ 10:11 am