mamuwe
If I had antlers, it would bug the shit out of me.
There's an emptiness of heart that can lead to despair. A feeling of anxiousness, racing heart, heat rising up from chest to neck.
I ran down the street. Panicked. My child was in one of the house. About to be killed. I run up to door after door. Knocking. Knuckles bleeding. I woke myself on purpose. Wouldn't you?
I am an executive. There I said it. Frowned upon in the creative writing world. You are supposed to be starving, unemployed, or, at the very least, underemployed, to be a true artist, a true creative person.
He mastered his technique digitally. He stood in front of his computer, raised his right leg and kicked. He was able to practice and perfect every aspect of his practice by watching on his computer five times a day.
The world is my audience. Every day when I wake up I perform. I take a bow after making the coffee. I dart in and out of traffic and take home the first place trophy when I arrive at work on time. I speak at the meeting and am handed a bouquet of flowers. If I make it home and to dinner without fail, I get a standing ovation.
"It's a classic." That's the tagline I wrote for Talbots. No it seems that business is in the toilet. They refused to ever go with any of our marketing recommendations. Now it's too late. They think a celebrity spokesperson can save them, but they've missed the boat.
The patchwork of fields seem woven together, sewn neatly at the seams, as she looks down from the retro-square window of the plane.
He held the rope in his left hand and and approached the jungle gym, pulling himself up with his right. When he got to the highest bar, he tied the rope to it then pulled the loop up and over his head, crowning himself. His somersault off the bar was perfect.
obsessed. so much negative connotation surrounding the word. But what if you're obsessed with yoga? Or healthy living. Is that bad? Who makes the rules about what is normal behavior and what's obsessive anyway?
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