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“Can I help you with anything?”
“No,” replied the old man wearing a top hat. “I’m just looking.”
He proceeded to shuffle his way into the culinary section, and for the next twenty minutes, he proceeded to stand there, admiring every toaster he came across. He seemed especially fond of the chrome toasters – glistening royal blue and bright red – but certainly didn’t touch them.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 05.17.2019 @ 7:49 am
How many of you believe that vaccinations harm more than help? And how many of you believe that the Earth is flat? And how many of you are delusional enough to question the moon landing or 9/11? I’m used to conspiracy after conspiracy, and lemme tell y’all, it hurts my head so badly that I debate getting a lobotomy. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to circumnavigate the planet while interviewing Neil Armstrong and simultaneously administering him a tetanus booster.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 05.13.2019 @ 10:06 am
Play a board game with me, love – or two, or three. Whatever tickles your fancy, really. I’m in high spirits, drunk on pear and cinnamon and ginger. I’m floating on a cloud with armrests and an ottoman, and I’m waiting to hear you laugh as you get a triple word score, or you sink my battleship, or you achieve the ultimate monopoly. Then, while the night is still young, we’ll remain young, too, dancing like children, smiling like strangers, and kissing like confidants.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 05.09.2019 @ 8:36 pm
He fancies a drink – just don’t pour him one. The man is unstable, can’t you see that? He’s rocking back and forth on his stool, and the creaking is a percussion I can’t stand. I’ve half a mind to drink your finest whiskey straight from the bottle and demand the stuff free of charge. Now he’s singing in a language I’ve never heard of. He’s not in a fit state to do anything, let alone imbibe. Perhaps I’ll play some pool with him if he stops; at the very least, I’ll be guaranteed to win.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 05.07.2019 @ 9:49 pm
There was something oddly relaxing about sitting in my father’s dusty blue easy chair, sifting through folder after folder of papers, listening to the way they crinkled like a two-dimensional stranger’s nose. What intrigued me, however, was when I got to the letter. It was addressed to an unnamed editor – for a newspaper? A publishing house – and was written in shaky penmanship. Purple ink, oddly enough.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 04.29.2019 @ 9:18 pm
By the time the sun had finally set, I walked over to the nearest gas station for a six pack and a king-sized candy bar. Andre, the typical cashier, wasn’t on shift – instead, a beautiful young woman with pulled back brown hair was overseeing the till. When she saw me enter, she smiled in that usual “I’m stuck in a service retail job, please shoot me” way as I navigated the tiny aisles.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 04.27.2019 @ 11:15 am
After sitting and staring in the same spot for nineteen days, I couldn’t help but notice a small, flickering white light in the distance. It was quite dark in the space, so I had to, ironically, squint to get a good look. The light was stark, and cold, but it felt welcoming. I reached out and touched it.
There, I felt a new word form in my throat. At long last, I saw letters. At long last, I could speak again.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 04.26.2019 @ 10:59 pm
The tea was cold, the cake was dry, and the cookies were so stale that I thought about using them as miniature frisbees. Still, I drank and ate my fill, just to appease my Auntie Nancy. She beamed the whole time at the party, even as most of the food was untouched.
The cucumber sandwiches were delicious, though. I had to give her credit for those. I ate about fifteen of those before I remembered to save some for my sister.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 04.07.2019 @ 7:36 pm
I never wanted to conform, but I knew that I absolutely had to fit in. So I wore the same colors as they did, the same make-up as they did. I pulled my hair back so tightly that my follicles screamed in pain, and my forehead shone like an unwanted half-moon. I wear black-rimmed glasses. Carried the same red leatherbound book. And ultimately, I was accepted.
I was part of their family now. “Family.” Pssh. Cult was more like it. But I loved it.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 04.05.2019 @ 4:43 pm
Several days later, I finally saw a new prompt emerge from the void. It was a simple prompt – a singular word, in fact. At last, the burden of the drought was over, and I was ready to slake my thirst. I scrambled to my keyboard and let me fingers perform their dance. When it was over, I returned to the rankings, and there I was – still in third place.
“One day,” I told myself, “I will be the OneWord Champion.”
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 04.02.2019 @ 3:42 pm
“How many bags do you need, sweetie?”
“Oh. Uh…three, I guess?”
She handed me three reusable bags, all green, and I hoisted them into the passenger’s seat before settling into my beaten down sedan and driving to the grocery store. The sheet that my mom had given to me was pretty lengthy – she wanted at least three kinds of beans and several jars of olives. And that was just the beginning of the list.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.25.2019 @ 7:55 pm
Even hours after the concert was over, my ears were ringing from standing so close to the PA speakers. I tried to sleep, but all I heard were bells. High-pitched bells whistling and clanging into the darkness. Clamorous and cacophonous bells accompanying my heartbeat. Screeching bells reminding me of school days when someone would pull the fire alarm, and we would be let out into the coldness of the soccer field, standing ankle-deep in the dew.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.23.2019 @ 9:57 pm
When I grow up, I want to be the host of a late night TV show. I’ll make silly jokes and political quips, and I’ll get to interview my favorite actors. I’ll also listen to my favorite bands and shake their hands, all while I realize that they don’t sound as good live as they do in their recordings. After each show, I’ll get drunk like my dad and pass out in my dressing room, and I’ll pretend that I’m on top of the f***ing world on Twitter.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.22.2019 @ 4:34 pm
Look at little Marty Moses sitting on the stool in the corner of the saloon, almost sixty years old, and with only ten teeth left. See him suckling away at his stout glass of root beer, lips pressed tightly against the straw before it gives out. Marty Moses likes to smile at the ladies when they pass by, and they all giggle ’cause he’s enduring, and the bubbles from his drink all burst between the gaps in his gaping mouth.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.21.2019 @ 8:29 pm
Frank is the only passenger on the bus. Frank never bought a ticket. He snuck on when the bus was full and the bus driver was on her smoke break (she forgot to shut the doors). Now he sits with his hands folded haphazardly in his lap. They are like fraying parachutes unable to carry him to safety. The bus driver drives slowly. Her eyes are rimmed with gray shadows. He can see the hue from the rearview mirror.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.19.2019 @ 9:44 pm
It was just a flip, tuck, and a tumble to get Mick on the other side of the hill, clutching their shotgun to their chest. As they settled into the grass, they could feel the pollen already begin to settle on their body, dusting their thin hair and settling onto their nostrils. They willed themselves not to sneeze – the Summertime Zombie Dream Team would hear them. So Mick gritted their teeth and went to chamber a round.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.18.2019 @ 5:43 pm
I’m not sure why my wife is so obsessed with haunted houses. She claims she’d love to live in one, but has she never watched horror films? It’s not just all fun and games and ghosts – people die in those damn abodes. But no, she says I’m just a scaredy cat and can’t handle a little “excitement” in my life.
“Bungee jumping is exciting,” I tell her. “Skydiving is exciting. Ghosts are not my f***ing cup of tea.”
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.17.2019 @ 11:10 am
The plane had crashed on a mountain range far to the north, and I thought I was the only survivor. I was wrong. As I dragged my body across the wreckage, my legs fighting against me, I could see a body thrashing against melted metal and alloy. I managed to free the old man from the debris, and as he wept, I held his warm and broken body against my shattered ribs.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.15.2019 @ 9:30 pm
Dennis practically swan dove into the lake, and when he emerged, he was carrying a long-stemmed flower clenched between his teeth. We didn’t know what to make of it. His hair shone like silver in the sparse morning light, and he clambered onto the rocky shore, dropping the plant and panting like a dog.
“Where the hell did you get that flower?”
Dennis grinned. “The mermaid gave it to me!”
His mother laughed. His father did not.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.14.2019 @ 9:18 pm
As I stared into the void located just above the tall, black bookshelf in my living room, I had to wonder if beyond that little mental wormhole, there was a little seaside town I could visit. I wasn’t a fan of beaches, but I didn’t mind strolling along its shore, avoiding the water and the puddles of jellyfish who had unfortunately been sacrificed during their great voyage. I thought of sitting in a room in a tiny bed and breakfast, drinking tea – with you and only you to talk to.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.13.2019 @ 8:33 pm
Otto had the money to invest in the stock market, but Alan was hungry and wanted lobster tail – and ONLY lobster tail – for the next two weeks. He kept trying to swipe Otto’s dough, but Otto was quick and keen, and he knew exactly how much his best friend was pining for overly pricey seafood. So Otto locked the money up in a chest and delivered it to his uncle, Martin, who invested it in the comic book industry. Otto’s rich now, and Alan is still hungry.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.11.2019 @ 1:27 pm
I know what you’re thinking, and yes – I know we look similar. We may not be related, but the hair is the same hue of red, the eyes the same shape and color. Our freckles settle like dead stars in the same constellations, and I know that freckles are compared to stars so damn often, but that’s what it seems like when we stare at each other – like holding a mirror up against the night sky. We are in the same solar system, swiveling around the same sun.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.08.2019 @ 10:21 pm
The birth of the prince turned the entire kingdom upside down. Of course, this was before she made clear that she was a princess, not a prince, and the king doted on this little baby as if she were a beacon of light radiating from the heavens. As she grew older and became more feminine, it seemed that the king found her glow to be dimming. It was not easy living in that castle.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.07.2019 @ 6:20 pm
Watch how, on the island, everything is green. See how the wind makes all of the palm trees sway. They want us to call this utopia, but the taste of scant fresh water and undercooked fish is not something I’ve adjusted to in all the time we’ve been here. The chief is fat with white hair, and she directs us all to wade up to our knees in the waves of the ocean. She makes us pray that a god I don’t believe in will save us.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.06.2019 @ 11:03 am
Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. First of all, why are they jumping? And second of all, why are they on the bed? Who let them into the house? Aren’t they supposed to be in a zoo? And why only five of them? They shouldn’t all be little, either; they should be with their mother. She’s probably worried sick, chewing on a banana in a canopy somewhere.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.05.2019 @ 12:40 pm
“How’s she looking, cap?”
Captain Bossam didn’t mince words, nor did she attempt to appear stoic or without feeling. Her eyebrows were creased in a near permanent scar of concern.
“Hate to tell you this, corporal, but…it’s pretty grim. I don’t know how much longer she’ll last.”
Corporal Eisoff stared. This had only been a slight wound in the leg; now it was a dire injury?
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 03.04.2019 @ 11:07 am
You and I, we connected on a beyond a molecular level. We established something deep, something broad – like developing new spines under water when the pressure was pushing into our backs just right. We made new shapes out of our tongues, and eventually, we communicated with God. But God was sleeping in the sand on an island north of us, and his skin was charred from the lightning that grew fingers in the summer storm.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 02.28.2019 @ 9:28 pm
Willa left her father’s fleece jacket in the dryer overnight, but when she pulled it out the following morning, the fabric was still warm. She held it gently, fingers caressing the flannel pattern, before inhaling and smelling all the familiar smells. The sticky odors of tobacco and cheap whiskey. The aroma of bacon and chive scones that he always got at the café in the morning. Her mother’s perfume. Amazing how much it all lingered.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 02.27.2019 @ 7:18 pm
Joseph wanted to become a paramedic, but he could never pass the fitness test. And trust me, he tried everything – diets, shakes, daily trips to the gym. Pumping iron, running on the elliptical machine, even learning how to kickbox. But no matter how hard he tried, his arms had the consistency of penne pasta.
“You’re just a wimp,” his girlfriend said to him when he moped about it one night. She soon became his ex-girlfriend after that.
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 02.25.2019 @ 10:58 am
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I knew I shouldn’t drink the entire bottle of red wine that my mother bought for me in one sitting, and I knew I shouldn’t eat all the chocolates my boyfriend got me in one sitting, either. But I was definitely tempted. I staved off the urges by having my roommate hide the wine and candy somewhere I couldn’t find them. And boy, did he nail the hiding spot perfectly.
“Yeah,” I laughed as he handed me the goods a few days later, “I wouldn’t touch your underwear drawer with a ten foot pole.”
» Posted By Belinda Roddie On 02.23.2019 @ 9:28 pm