Comments on: napkin

By: Amy

Amy — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 16:04:43 +0000

I wiped my mouth delicately with my napkin. I was sitting at a ten foot long glass table and I’d just eaten an exquisite dinner. I picked up my glass and my chains clinked against the arms of the chair when I set my glass down.
“So…” I said, my voice echoing around the huge hall, “Who are you and why am I here?”
“Well, I could answer your question…” said my mysterious captor, hidden in the shadows, “Or I could just shoot you.” With one swift movement, he pulled up a crossbow and shot it at me. I had next to no time to move and I felt the sharp pain of the arrow spearing my flesh. As I blacked out, his face bent over me and I was shocked at the face I saw.

By: d

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:57:40 +0000

and we were enveloped in the darkness that was as inviting as the warmth of a mother’s embrace.

By: rishi

rishi — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:57:26 +0000

thing to wash…

By: adam

adam — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:56:04 +0000

she folded it and placed it on my lap
a thousand words with no explanation
a thousand ways to leave me
scribbled and scribbled
with lost faith and hope
and promises that were never
really
made
and
always
broken

By: SuJi Kang

SuJi Kang — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:53:56 +0000

The napkin made a poor choice in covering up. It was only a little piece of white square. There was no way it could possibly cover up all my nudity. I started ripping it into little pieces, unaware of the movement of my body at the little tearing motions. There was nothing else I could do anyway. I sighed.

By: jeanette

jeanette — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:53:52 +0000

for writing words
we can't say
that demand our attention
but not our guts, not the insides
that can fuel but mangle us
from day to day when we are just trying
to get to that next sunrise
the bright, immaculate air
that burns bright as white
and becomes something neutral
and nothing we can quite understand
the colors created and the colors
existed

By: krammer abrahams

krammer abrahams — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:47:55 +0000

napkin is my face. it is like a balloon disguised as a kite blowing over a volcano. that is too extreme. i wish it was a field, but the volcano erupts and the napkin turns to ash and then everybody with runny noses don’t have anywhere to go.

By: Emily

Emily — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:46:44 +0000

I don’t remember the last time I used a napkin… they’re a bit silly, really. Like, when they’re folded into roses or swans… we know they aren’t. And when you put them in wine glasses and everyone just takes them out and blows their noses into them. That’s just still. I suppose they make people feel better? Like they’re a bit posh or something?

By: Crawford

Crawford — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:46:42 +0000

I cleansed my soul of granules of evil accumulated in my soul with a napkin I dare not admit to possessing.

By: Meredith

Meredith — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:43:37 +0000

i stole a napkin once from an olive garden. my friends and i had a thing for taking silverware the our crushes had used. so i went back to the table after he left, took his spoon and wrapped it in his napkin. i still have those.