November 2011
8 posts
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Almost Cruel Anticipation
Virgin lips waited anxiously in the company of a girl with many more notches on her belt. I was just another boy in line to her. An opportunity presented itself, but we waited.
Her big, expressive eyes fluttered like blue jays, staring back at mine. She always had an intoxicating smile, drawing me in as she played with my hands. We tolled away the daylight hours on my porch, ignoring the...
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Monsters in the House
Each night a battle rages - darkened lies. Through the door crack she can hear horrid growling as monsters bare their teeth before her eyes. They never leave despite the new day dawning. She hides beneath her sheets as the screams grow. The creatures advance, biting at her head. Those ghastly scars they leave will never show, plaguing her innocence – flawed, wounded, dead. Before her hope forever...
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A More Fitting Reality
I came to a large velvet door, studded with the light of stars. The door easily swung open, and I passed through it as I was met with the sweet smell of honey, engulfing the air. Rolling green clouds formed the ground I walked on, rippling swirls of soft pink with each step. Above my head the melodic sound of chirping sang out, as fish swam around in a floating and twisting stream of red water....
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Months of Waiting
Each drop of water collected at the touch of our cold fingers. Gliding along the glass, distorting the natural image until warm bodies met. The light inside faded, dimming the quiet night, leaving only her hand in mine.
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Anything At All
I have not come to any conclusions, only questions, certainly not any sort of answers, as anyone can see. I prefer musing – about anything really because as anyone would know, answers may be doubtable, but questions are infallible. If I ask any questions, and only questions, I can ask anyone about anything And I, too, will be infallible as anyone and everyone should know. Any questions?
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A Ring in My Pocket
On that day, so many pictures were taken of the entire spectacle. There were photos of all kinds: poses, ambushes, rushed, and unaware.
The sky was cloudy, but it didn’t remotely touch the mood, going largely unnoticed. Cars lined the streets of the arrivals, ready to immortalize the moment.
My hair was freshly cut, as a request from my brother. The focus was all on him, but I was proudly at his...
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Torn Fabric
She stood with me in the cold rain, giggling as we hid our waiting for each other. She was all that I wanted. Finally, I got my chance as we kissed tenderly in the night.
Mammoth was becoming my second home. It had seasons unlike back here in Laguna. Catching fish in the spring, and throwing snow in the winter were our favorite past times.
My brother and I finally had control. he was in the...
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Empty Streets
The cold air bit at my exposed skin, chilling my toes until they were stone. Each step I took was a thud in my bones, stinging but devoid of any pain.
The sky was cloudy and gloomy. Rain seemed inevitable, but it never came. There was nothing to distract myself from each step I took.
The street was barren, the buildings silent. I was bonding with the sidewalk, whispering secrets to it as my body...