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She likes to prepare her outfit the night before. It kept her feeling in control. the same way she kept her room, neat, orderly, and in control. Her outfit was laid out carefully on her chair, her shoes under it so as not to appear messy.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.21.2016 @ 8:58 pm
Trying hard to stay positive, to transform myself from the cranky angry teeth-clenching hag I’ve become, to the normal person I think I once was. Maybe this is the new me, post-transformation that I didn’t even ask for.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.19.2016 @ 3:01 am
Sometimes I find it difficult to navigate my way through this life. There’s chaos and mayhem around every corner. But what would the alternative be – boredom, sameness and nothing. What’s that old saying – life wasn’t meant to be easy..
» Posted By Amimee On 05.17.2016 @ 9:29 pm
I didn’t know where to start. The whole place was a mess. She hadn’t cleaned in..forever? She saw it as beneath her. The “domestic help” would sort that out. They sorted her out. By walking out and letting her fend for herself. And now she was under all the rubbish. Dead.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.09.2016 @ 3:02 am
The little girl didn’t even see it coming. In fact, the scooter rider didn’t see her coming wither. With the swish of red and the metal clang of blue, they both ended in a heap of crumpled mess.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.06.2016 @ 10:49 pm
That was the new habit – eating lunch with the chopsticks her niece had brought back from Japan. she reasoned that by using them, she’d slow down her eating and perhaps even appreciate the food that was going into her mouth. At the moment though, they were causing her grief.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.05.2016 @ 5:08 am
Reading between the lines of the most recent email, her tone was like the sickly sweet syrup you pour over store-bought pancakes – trying too hard to get what she wanted.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.04.2016 @ 3:49 am
Tell me about it, an identity crisis indeed. It seems that everyone these days is suffering from something or other. I’d rather dig our my innards with a spoon than to listen to the ever increasing tales of woes that some people recount in order to seem to be the craziest.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.02.2016 @ 4:03 am
It was all I needed to begin. The signal I’d been waiting for, and after the long silence, the “ping” sounded – the email had arrived. Begin your writing, get creative, do not stop, keep pushing the boundaries and live your life.
» Posted By Amimee On 04.30.2016 @ 11:19 pm
My, how long has it been? since you showed some compassion, some charity towards me? I question whether you ever showed those traits to me, even in the beginning of our relationship. The steely glaze in your eyes betray your true feelings, and charitable thoughts are glaringly missing.
» Posted By Amimee On 09.01.2014 @ 6:53 am
Don’t you realize that as a society they were repressed? their news outlets were owned by one man, the press by the same man and very little news from The Outside World made its way to them. It was no wonder they allowed the behavior to continue.
» Posted By Amimee On 03.25.2014 @ 12:19 am
It wasn’t enough that her stomach was turning at the thought of walking into the room with !hat Person there. Her whole being was rendered a conduit, everything heightened by her anxiety.
» Posted By Amimee On 03.23.2014 @ 5:06 am
I shook his hand and the pact was sealed. I would promise not to bring the subject up ever again. The Subject was to be avoided at all costs for evermore. Even reminding him that there should be no come back should he be on his deathbed
» Posted By Amimee On 03.22.2014 @ 1:12 am
It simply wasn’t in her nature to compete. Well, that was a lie. Of course it was in her nature but she didn’t like the person competition turned her into. Normally sane, stable and reasonable, the immersion of competition brought out the absolute worst in her and she simply wasn’t comfortable with that.
» Posted By Amimee On 03.15.2014 @ 2:58 am
She knew nothing about that side of the business, so the men sitting across the desk from her, with their spreadsheets and spruiking numbers – costs, revenue – or lack thereof – came as a bit of a shock. She had no idea of the mess they were in and this was only the start.
» Posted By Amimee On 01.05.2014 @ 11:49 pm
There wasn’t much time left to just hang around. Checking their watches and making sure they synchronised, their steadfast movement towards the exit was almost willful in nature. Their shoulders were back, heads up and they marched out, as simple as that.
» Posted By Amimee On 07.03.2013 @ 1:43 am
there wasn’t one, that she knew. if there had been one, a god that is, then things may have been different. she may have put in a bit of effort here and there. she may have watched her words, here and there. instead, what did she care. one day, she would simply not wake up.
» Posted By Amimee On 07.02.2013 @ 3:42 am
The morning opened to a wet, foggy outlook. Not only literally, but in all aspects of the day. It wasn’t a joyous day as some had hoped. Today, instead was a dark day one that was marked by more back-stabbing than ever before.
» Posted By Amimee On 06.26.2013 @ 4:22 pm
Every morning was a struggle. Even moving to the coast where the sun shone endlessly. Still the arthritis in her fingers meant she couldn’t pick up her knitting. To clutch the needles and twist the yarn around her fingers was simply too painful.
» Posted By Amimee On 06.25.2013 @ 5:34 am
And there she was, on her brand new stilts! And not only that, but she was running in them! And she was dressed in the brightest, spottiest and stripiest clown dress! And she still couldn’t believe it as she handed out balloons to the children staring at her.
» Posted By Amimee On 06.24.2013 @ 6:11 am
I’d been strung along this whole time. I thought I was in with a chance, when really that wasn’t the case at all. I was simply the lowliest pawn in the game and I hadn’t seen it coming. What a waste all this was. Sometimes I don’t know why I bother.
» Posted By Amimee On 06.17.2013 @ 6:03 am
Look, i don’t even know what you’re talking about…. You’re not making any sense….. What do you mean you ‘sleeved’ your arm right through your new cardigan?…. Isn’t that how you wear a cardigan?….. By placing your arms through the sleeves?….. Oh, you mean you’ve torn right through the knit?
» Posted By Amimee On 06.16.2013 @ 1:11 am
“What was that dear?”
“How many pixels wide is the image, Grandma?”
“Sweetie, there aren’t any pixies in my photographs, wide or narrow ones? I never know what you young ones are talking about, pixies and fairies and jiffies and goodness knows what else…”
» Posted By Amimee On 06.14.2013 @ 11:48 pm
She almost felt sorry for him, sleeping silently as he was, beside her. Little knowing the wrath that still bubbled away inside her. Even after all these years. She had come upon his journals and
» Posted By Amimee On 06.13.2013 @ 11:19 pm
Just under the surface, and just below the leaf litter all damp from the morning’s dew, the body was located. It was left to decompose and be one with the earth again, just as the last wishes had requested. A macabre final request.
» Posted By Amimee On 06.11.2013 @ 3:48 pm
She was perfect. The only one at the casting with sensible hair. Not the pink or electric blue or lime green that many now wear in order to “express their individuality”. Didn’t they realise it simply made them all the same.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.22.2013 @ 1:04 am
The stone flung through the air, thrown from the catapult, and it landed on the damp earth with a “thwuck”. Well, that was unusual, thought Thomas, seeing the stone at his feet.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.21.2013 @ 1:06 am
She opened first one eye and then the other. It had been a long flight. where was she this morning? Or was it afternoon? Heidi had no idea what time of day it was. Groggily she got out of bed, stumbled to the window, opened the heavy drapes and there it was. The Manhattan skyline.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.17.2013 @ 1:04 am
I do wonder as I sit here on my rocker, whether i could have done more in my life. And although I’ve always said, what would I do if I weren’t afraid, I was never able to work out what I was afraid of. My days are numbered now, I can feel it and
» Posted By Amimee On 05.15.2013 @ 6:03 pm
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There wasn’t anything to say. She was simply astounded. This, was dessert. This, this pathetic wafer sitting on an oversize serving platter. Surely it was a joke.
» Posted By Amimee On 05.22.2013 @ 3:49 pm