She tightens the measuring tape around my center, a perfect parting of my body in two, and I wonder if I’ll pinch in half if she tightens it anymore. “A 24” she says, and I can hardly breathe
I have crossed the equator a number of times in both the Indian and Atlantic oceans on a warship and a number of times by aircraft. Once I even swam across.
I don’t care. It’s like the middle of stuff. Earthwise, it’s mostly hot. Uganda has a line. Some other countries are in the middle too. Equality sounds similar. I like equality.
Jon
stuck in the middle; where to go; round and round
Tammy
singapore is on or near the equator line. we are closer to the sun. but i like the sun. i like the warmth when I’ve been too cold too long.
It’s not like I knew what was happening. Sweat was dripping down my back but I knew I juyst had to keep on running. “Don’t you dare stopping. Not now. Not so close to the finish line” I told myself. no matter what I just had to keep pushhing myself or i’d be dead. And then I saw it – my ticket to freedom. The Equator.
The line across her torso wasn’t visible, but it’s force was felt every time he laid his hand on her. It was a line that he couldn’t cross. It was a line she was scared of. It was an unspoken equator for her hemispheres.
Equator, that was what separated them these days. At least he hoped so, that she wouldn’t be foolish enough to come anywhere near this part of the world. There was also the equator in his feelings and that she had broken with terrifying ease once.
Somehow he’d moved from the peripheral to a fixed point in her life. She didn’t want him to be center of everything, but it turned out that way. Getting closer was a no brainer, he gave her balance, and he was hot as hell.
I was at the equator of my feelings at that moment. I was split in half. I could have sailed north into the colder comforts, the trappings and joy of hearth, or I could have gone south into the humid, dank, exciting forests and the unknown.
Whenever I think of ‘equator,’ I think of someone who interrupts an argument. They make things equal again. Is that wrong? My strange brain refuses to let me read ‘equator’ as its original meaning and always puts in the other word.
the equator
the middle
the line
the place
the place where
where they
they lost
Laara
There was a spy. Mission to infiltrate former enemy. Former enemy planning to take over every place near the equator, then use that power to take over the world.
Laara
It is a term which we learned in our geography lesson.
Bluered
Equation, equator. Australia is hot. So is 5sos. Sometimes.
Equator, mediator. Coaches in basketball, Bo Pelini is angry,
Equator, dumb waiter. Waiters can be mean, Sleepless In Seattle.
Kailee
I’m going to leave this beach, and then we’re headed north, as far north as we can go, until we see land. We’re not going to fall off the edge of the horizon, and we’re not going to get burnt by the forge that made the sun.
Anything that has a shape where there is a definite beginning and end. There you will find that part of that object that can be quite easily determined as the middle. This middle can be called the equator and it does not necessarily mean the middle of the planet.
The rainbow stretched across the equator, and the people underneath it only gazed and point their fingers, taking multiple pictures. It was the first time a rainbow like this appeared in front of their eyes; the rainbow looked surreal, almost magical. It was stretched across the equator, across the world with its bright colors of red, purple, pink, and blue. A little girl with a ponytail looked confused as she talked to her mother who was standing behind her, confused.
Don Pizarro had finally reached the equator in South America, after a very long and arduous journey. Hacking through the jungle overgrowth, he was surprised to see no signs, no large red line, nothing to mark this point on his trip.
Timn
The equator is a place dividing the northern and southern hemispheres of the Earth. It means the middle of something. Not really sure what else to say but I live in the northern hemisphere though.
Nikole
I need more of this!!
Neil Marsh
Good practice at speed typing, if nothing else, but as for meaningful prose, who knows?
Neil Marsh
everything is hot
and i can eat fruit that drips
down my fingers into my lap
and not care
and feel like a child
and a grandmother all at once
and pile my hair on top of my head
and never feel sweaty
and dance barefoot in the sand
and sit next to a fire
kissing everyone i wish
i were friends with
Naomi Tomlin
Oh I would rather be at the center, the equator of my soul, spirit, mind, body. To be at the center means that nothing would topple you, it would just leave you warm, balanced, whole, in infinity.
the equator marks the middle of the earth.It is the place where the hemispheres meet. the temperature is always the same and there are not seasons because it is always equidistant from the sun. countries on the equator are tropical
Catt
the equator
the fine line
not necessarily the world
the fine line between people
i’m here and you’re there
i live one life
you live yours
two different people
but we both meet in the
middle
south of the equator lived a little girl. she owned a horse and a turtle, but she really wanted a dog and a cake more than anything else in the world. happily, her horse and turtle were not jealous creatures: they loved her very dearly and they would have been very glad should her wishes come true.
that did not however mean that they were overly enthusiastic when she took them aside, one day, to tell them about her next adventure to get her heart’s contents — to which they were graciously invited.
There’s something different, more than just distance between them, cause you see she’s in the states while he’s skateboarding down the coasts of Sydney.
The whole fucking world stands between them and an equator is more than love can stand.
this is a story about the equator. It is a line around the middle. it is Hot. It is steamy. It is the farthest distance around this great mass of earth we call home. Some people like to visit it, others like to stay very far away.
Mel
Waves hit the shoreline one after another, but she didn’t bother watching, not anymore. Laying on the beach used to be her favorite past time; getting drunk, playing in the surf, making love in the sand. But ever since Tim left, none of it was the same to her.
I wanted get as close to the equator as possible. I wanted to straddle that invisible line with a glass of something strong in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and let the warm breeze wash over me and cleanse me of my sins. I wanted to stay there forever, believing that I had somehow maintained some sort of equilibrium in my life by standing on the alleged equilibrium of the planet.
I never got close.
Belinda Roddie
I flew over the equator last week… from brazil. pretty good time. hot. when i see equator i think it’s about hot climate which i miss daily… why am i in the cold place like canada?
Fon
The warmth I was feeling inside at the current moment felt like I was standing on the equator, basking in the sun. The feeling of her arms around my neck, her lips pressed to my skin. The smell of her perfume and the sensation of her body pressed against mine. I could have stood there for days, holding her close.
She tightens the measuring tape around my center, a perfect parting of my body in two, and I wonder if I’ll pinch in half if she tightens it anymore. “A 24” she says, and I can hardly breathe
I have crossed the equator a number of times in both the Indian and Atlantic oceans on a warship and a number of times by aircraft. Once I even swam across.
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I don’t care. It’s like the middle of stuff. Earthwise, it’s mostly hot. Uganda has a line. Some other countries are in the middle too. Equality sounds similar. I like equality.
stuck in the middle; where to go; round and round
singapore is on or near the equator line. we are closer to the sun. but i like the sun. i like the warmth when I’ve been too cold too long.
It’s not like I knew what was happening. Sweat was dripping down my back but I knew I juyst had to keep on running. “Don’t you dare stopping. Not now. Not so close to the finish line” I told myself. no matter what I just had to keep pushhing myself or i’d be dead. And then I saw it – my ticket to freedom. The Equator.
The line across her torso wasn’t visible, but it’s force was felt every time he laid his hand on her. It was a line that he couldn’t cross. It was a line she was scared of. It was an unspoken equator for her hemispheres.
Equator, that was what separated them these days. At least he hoped so, that she wouldn’t be foolish enough to come anywhere near this part of the world. There was also the equator in his feelings and that she had broken with terrifying ease once.
Somehow he’d moved from the peripheral to a fixed point in her life. She didn’t want him to be center of everything, but it turned out that way. Getting closer was a no brainer, he gave her balance, and he was hot as hell.
gotta get closer to it
where the sun
glows
and the closer i get
the wind is less and less
full of water
full of salt
the equator is far from me
I’m above it
where the sun
does not glow
the farther I am
the wind holds the salt
holds the water
and I can barely breathe
The divider of the earth. The center of this world. I think of the tropics, heat, South America. I think of exotic animals.
I was at the equator of my feelings at that moment. I was split in half. I could have sailed north into the colder comforts, the trappings and joy of hearth, or I could have gone south into the humid, dank, exciting forests and the unknown.
Whenever I think of ‘equator,’ I think of someone who interrupts an argument. They make things equal again. Is that wrong? My strange brain refuses to let me read ‘equator’ as its original meaning and always puts in the other word.
the equator
the middle
the line
the place
the place where
where they
they lost
There was a spy. Mission to infiltrate former enemy. Former enemy planning to take over every place near the equator, then use that power to take over the world.
It is a term which we learned in our geography lesson.
Equation, equator. Australia is hot. So is 5sos. Sometimes.
Equator, mediator. Coaches in basketball, Bo Pelini is angry,
Equator, dumb waiter. Waiters can be mean, Sleepless In Seattle.
I’m going to leave this beach, and then we’re headed north, as far north as we can go, until we see land. We’re not going to fall off the edge of the horizon, and we’re not going to get burnt by the forge that made the sun.
Anything that has a shape where there is a definite beginning and end. There you will find that part of that object that can be quite easily determined as the middle. This middle can be called the equator and it does not necessarily mean the middle of the planet.
The farthest I’ve ever been.
Not true.
The farthest I’ve ever told anyone I’ve been.
Well, anyone that matters.
To the equator. On a dare.
The rainbow stretched across the equator, and the people underneath it only gazed and point their fingers, taking multiple pictures. It was the first time a rainbow like this appeared in front of their eyes; the rainbow looked surreal, almost magical. It was stretched across the equator, across the world with its bright colors of red, purple, pink, and blue. A little girl with a ponytail looked confused as she talked to her mother who was standing behind her, confused.
“Mommy, why is the rainbow weird?”
Don Pizarro had finally reached the equator in South America, after a very long and arduous journey. Hacking through the jungle overgrowth, he was surprised to see no signs, no large red line, nothing to mark this point on his trip.
The equator is a place dividing the northern and southern hemispheres of the Earth. It means the middle of something. Not really sure what else to say but I live in the northern hemisphere though.
I need more of this!!
Good practice at speed typing, if nothing else, but as for meaningful prose, who knows?
everything is hot
and i can eat fruit that drips
down my fingers into my lap
and not care
and feel like a child
and a grandmother all at once
and pile my hair on top of my head
and never feel sweaty
and dance barefoot in the sand
and sit next to a fire
kissing everyone i wish
i were friends with
Oh I would rather be at the center, the equator of my soul, spirit, mind, body. To be at the center means that nothing would topple you, it would just leave you warm, balanced, whole, in infinity.
the equator marks the middle of the earth.It is the place where the hemispheres meet. the temperature is always the same and there are not seasons because it is always equidistant from the sun. countries on the equator are tropical
the equator
the fine line
not necessarily the world
the fine line between people
i’m here and you’re there
i live one life
you live yours
two different people
but we both meet in the
middle
south of the equator lived a little girl. she owned a horse and a turtle, but she really wanted a dog and a cake more than anything else in the world. happily, her horse and turtle were not jealous creatures: they loved her very dearly and they would have been very glad should her wishes come true.
that did not however mean that they were overly enthusiastic when she took them aside, one day, to tell them about her next adventure to get her heart’s contents — to which they were graciously invited.
Sunshine. Rain forests. Vacations. All dwindling as society turns toward the dark descent of madness.
There’s something different, more than just distance between them, cause you see she’s in the states while he’s skateboarding down the coasts of Sydney.
The whole fucking world stands between them and an equator is more than love can stand.
Pollywog, pollywog
let me smear your face
in hazing and wish you
never signed that f’n contract
(seemed so admirable at the time)
Knees bloody and nose-whipped –
hair muck of who knows
crossed that imaginary line
navybound and trying to
out-men the boys
who talked their
shit.
Finished a “shellback”,
but really
who
cares?
this is a story about the equator. It is a line around the middle. it is Hot. It is steamy. It is the farthest distance around this great mass of earth we call home. Some people like to visit it, others like to stay very far away.
Waves hit the shoreline one after another, but she didn’t bother watching, not anymore. Laying on the beach used to be her favorite past time; getting drunk, playing in the surf, making love in the sand. But ever since Tim left, none of it was the same to her.
It’s warm, humid. People are miserable and damp. Moist and dirt. Restlessness. around the world. ocean is hot.
I wanted get as close to the equator as possible. I wanted to straddle that invisible line with a glass of something strong in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and let the warm breeze wash over me and cleanse me of my sins. I wanted to stay there forever, believing that I had somehow maintained some sort of equilibrium in my life by standing on the alleged equilibrium of the planet.
I never got close.
I flew over the equator last week… from brazil. pretty good time. hot. when i see equator i think it’s about hot climate which i miss daily… why am i in the cold place like canada?
The warmth I was feeling inside at the current moment felt like I was standing on the equator, basking in the sun. The feeling of her arms around my neck, her lips pressed to my skin. The smell of her perfume and the sensation of her body pressed against mine. I could have stood there for days, holding her close.