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he named her ‘sweetheart’ . neither was she sweet nor did he have a heart .
» Posted By AM On 12.11.2016 @ 7:54 am
the man she wanted , she thought he was imaginary . the girl he wanted , he thought she never existed . both met , and imagination became reality .
» Posted By AM On 12.09.2016 @ 10:29 pm
So now back to the beast. The beast who may or may not have been a wolf but who, like the girl’s watchers, was becoming tired of the imposed hiatus in its story.
And so that night, when all she wanted to do was sleep, never to wake, it humored her wishes.
The next morning, her watchers came to find her in disarray, arms and legs strewn aside, blood sluggishly sliding down the tips of her hair to pool on the stone floor.
» Posted By AM On 09.08.2016 @ 7:12 pm
“But the difference here is that the beast knew it was in a story. Well, ‘knew’ is too strong a word, but the narrative structure that we take for granted, one that so rarely reflects the intricacies and banalities of how life plays out, had wrapped itself around stories of wolves, particularly in this small village, and so by some intuition, the beast knew what it shouldn’t do.”
Her listeners seemed impolitely disinterested, so she stopped.
“That’s all for tonight I guess. Come back tomorrow if you really want me to play Scheherazade for you so badly.”
If she was hoping to startle them into some sort of action she failed. Her two watchers left for the night, and she was alone again.
» Posted By AM On 09.07.2016 @ 6:03 pm
“But back to the story,” she shook her head for a second, clearing her thoughts, before starting back up again.
“It would stay away from women and children, but even the men, though they’d be hard-pressed to admit it, because these men were not socialized to admit such things, found it strange.”
One of her listeners coughed, the scratched sound breaking her from the rhythm of the story.
“Oh yes you’re right, I’m extending this bit of background for too long. Well, needless to say, the beast was a wolf. I jumped the gun a bit, but in this kind of tale, the beasts are always wolves.”
Her second watcher yawned rather loudly, face ruddy and red after being glared at both by his companion and by the girl.
“Fine, I’ll speed this up a bit. What’s important is that the beasts are wolves, because now we have tamed them into dogs, and humans always like to be the masters of their own stories.”
» Posted By AM On 09.05.2016 @ 12:22 pm
“And it would hide, amongst all the men of the village, lips salivating at the thought of impending destruction. It avoided children, because they could see what it was. It avoided women in the same way two negative charges repel.”
She stopped for a second, eyes on a frayed denim thread.
“You see, women and wolves are very much alike. Neither of them like to bite, but their teeth are always bared.”
» Posted By AM On 09.03.2016 @ 10:51 am
They weren’t her friends, but they would visit, donned in sweatshirts and skinny jeans, and listen silently.
So she would speak.
“Once upon a time, there was a great big beast, foul and fearsome, paws as big as a laptop, sharp edges as hidden as spilled glass.”
» Posted By AM On 09.01.2016 @ 6:42 pm
Once upon a time there was a girl.
She was a miserable girl, screeching and wailing against the world day by day, till her voice ran out and her throat dried shut.
Still, they would visit her.
» Posted By AM On 08.31.2016 @ 4:28 pm
there are blinds covering my window, so at night I can’t see the stars
I can’t see the moon, or the clouds, or the city buildings reaching towards the sky with grasping glass fingers
so instead, I type, the light from my screen illuminating the way
» Posted By AM On 08.26.2016 @ 8:17 pm
I like to make things as tough for people as possible.
But if you dig deeply, this shell of mine is made of plastic, warmed to malleability by the heated air.
So watch for the colored pieces, jagged across the sand.
» Posted By AM On 08.24.2016 @ 5:26 pm
if for every word they had said, a ray of sunshine lit the stage, among these man-made lanterns there would be a star to outshine them all.
but instead, there is only an empty stage
» Posted By AM On 08.21.2016 @ 6:37 pm
“it’s a slippery slope,” she will say two weeks from now.
“it doesn’t have to be this way,” she will plead, as you walk away, towards the beach
but for now, you two sit on the balcony, legs swung over the metal ledge
» Posted By AM On 08.15.2016 @ 3:18 pm
If there were a thousand things that he could have done at that particular moment, rather than sit around twiddling his thumbs, h probably still wouldn’t have done them.
Instead, he falls off the wooden fence, splinters digging into his calves and palms, knees bruised and torn with thinning blood as he lands off his feet.
» Posted By AM On 08.10.2016 @ 3:42 am
a bird sits on my windowsill and chirps once,
twice before it flies away – breaking plaster and glass with
its wings of silver and green stone
» Posted By AM On 08.09.2016 @ 5:06 am
I see you people doing wonderful things with your lives, and all I can do is try to keep up as I run down the asphalt driveway, feet thumping, heart racing, lungs collapsing in one themselves, an amnesiac playing at being asthmatic.
» Posted By AM On 08.07.2016 @ 6:54 pm
I always regret the nights I am around you
You words intoxicate me
Or maybe it’s the wine beside me
Whatever the reason, when I am with you, these fragile arms of mine are instead wings, but as I soar up and up into the sky, white feathers turn back to cracked brown skin, and I’m alone as I fall.
» Posted By AM On 08.06.2016 @ 9:21 pm
the thing about liminal spaces
the only thing i’ve found
is to cross safely
keep your eyes averted down
» Posted By AM On 08.04.2016 @ 4:46 pm
It’s very easy to blame but harder to accept or take responsibility. Most people think that blame is only something that one can do with another person. Many a times, blame is also directed towards self. It can be turned into a healthy response – by taking responsibility to change – to act: for the better.
» Posted By AM On 12.22.2015 @ 12:06 am
slivers of glass were jutting out of my palms, but the blood hadn’t come yet. The fall had left my joints sore, but other than that and the glassy hands, I was ok.
» Posted By am On 12.21.2015 @ 6:39 am
her eyes were yellow, almost glow-in-the-dark. as were her cheeks. a young mother struck by hepatitis, out of the blue. small daughter at home. family crazed with worry. was it a virus? was it a toxin?
» Posted By AM On 04.06.2015 @ 10:33 pm
Revved is the feeling I get when I see you. It is the pace of my heart and the speed of your car. I can only hope it is the sensation in your soul when I give you my lips.
» Posted By AM On 02.24.2014 @ 11:09 pm
Mr Mehta had 3 sons – amit, sumit and harish. All the sons were good-looking, hardworking and devoted to their parents. Not a single fault could be found in them, except that the sons were maybe too good. But one day, it turned out, the sons were not as good as they seemed.
» Posted By Am On 08.09.2013 @ 12:18 pm
My friend works at Vineyard Vines in Fashion Island. When I have a house, I want a wall outside to have vines growing all down it, but I hope my kid doesn’t use them to sneak out of the house. That doesn’t seem like it would happen because the weight, but you never know.
» Posted By AM On 04.06.2013 @ 11:03 am
exactly what I feel about social interactions at college tomorrow.
» Posted By Am On 02.17.2013 @ 10:55 am
Refusen to lose, to give up, to give in, to lat down, to stop, to surrender, to fear, to cry, to sit still, to be timid, to not be great, to not live thisnlife to the fullest.
» Posted By Am On 08.27.2012 @ 11:53 pm
the only place where i will learn to be truly myself, is where my epiphany will occur. The honesty of my heart, suddenly aware of its destiny. Love, love, my love. Finally I have found you. It’s been too long, taken my whole life. But I have found you.
» Posted By AM On 11.01.2011 @ 9:59 pm
the shootout scene in that john depp movie was just so out of here for me. Public enemies, a movie Id gladly see again. Not for the shootouts only but I just love the actors and their roles.
» Posted By am On 09.17.2011 @ 4:21 pm
The girl with the braid was the girl I secretly was crazy about. I would never tell anyone. There was something about that braid. It was always so perfect, so beautiful without any hairs hanging loose off of it. It was perfect. She was perfect.
» Posted By am On 07.01.2011 @ 5:42 pm
The braided rope was amazingly long and fantastic. It would go anywhere and would be able to make it through any battle. A sword could cut through it, but only if it one sat there for days hacking it apart. The braid was what made it so strong. It would be a powerful braid. it would ideally last forever, but even if that did not happen it would last long enough to matter. Long enough to make it into the history books.
» Posted By am On 07.01.2011 @ 5:40 pm
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blive holdt af. have det godt. familie, venner og kæreste. glad. varm følelse. indeni. anti.overfladisk.
» Posted By AM On 06.13.2011 @ 6:12 am