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Crew reminds me of a ship. You know, a large one with crew members all wearing their sailor suits. They’d have a handsome captain at their lead, and he’ll command them all with a mighty air. This also reminds me of a song I sang for choir called “When I Was a Lad”. Good times…

» Posted By Steph On 05.09.2011 @ 5:58 pm


I love the shoes. ‘Too high, youll break your neck,@ mum had said. I frowned and wked out the door.

‘Would you like to come through,’ I smile sheepishly, its mum and the doctor who’s just fixed the bandage.

» Posted By steph On 05.07.2011 @ 10:18 am


The lights are bright above him, and his eyes snap open. Left, right they go. White room, walls. Cold. Bright. Where are the lights coming from? His shoulders jerk; they are restrained. Fuck. FUCK. He screams, his throat opening up and blood pouring out, staining the walls, staining everywhere and everything. HELP ME. HELP ME. PLEASE.

» Posted By Steph On 05.01.2011 @ 2:47 pm


Finding myself compartmentalized. Bubble refracting truth. Reflecting time and experience.

» Posted By Steph On 04.28.2011 @ 7:09 pm


I use to live in a trailer. I had a two digit house number. It bothered me that I lived in a trailer. I grew up with everything I ever wanted but after my parents divorce my mom moved us into a trailer. a two digit house numbered trailer. On the ocean, none the less. and not in a trailer park. But a trailer. My dad and his wife laughed at me. My brother refused to visit me. I was embarrassed to have friends over to our home. I hated our trailer. Our double wide, two digit house numbered, trailer.

» Posted By Steph On 04.27.2011 @ 9:20 am


Rising past the moment of irony, his sister sees the past and the future.

» Posted By Steph On 04.23.2011 @ 5:02 pm

With a determined gaze, he focused upon the silver glint before him. What was it? What purpose did it serve? Could he use it for something? Better yet, would it be of any help with the Inanimis dilemma? What to do, what to do…? He would never know.

» Posted By Steph On 04.23.2011 @ 2:02 pm


Carefully, he turned it in his hands; that glorious albeit perplexing thing. What its purpose was, he would never know. It possessed an otherworldly aura, as if it was of some higher being he was never meant to understand.

» Posted By Steph On 04.21.2011 @ 11:13 am


Metal. Clunk.
Beeps and buttons and beguiling situations.
Don’t wonder.
Just exclaim.

The robotic world has come to claim

» Posted By Steph On 04.20.2011 @ 2:33 am

Tired and with an eye up to the sky, my mind functioned like a robot. Bird. Cloud. Bird. Plane. When’s lunch?

» Posted By Steph On 04.19.2011 @ 7:08 pm


This morning I felt luxurious. Indulged in time, beauty and frivolity. Mothers don’t get to do that often.

» Posted By Steph On 04.16.2011 @ 12:42 pm


Looking…drinking…parched again.

» Posted By Steph On 04.10.2011 @ 11:40 am


Success is something i count as when your life has been lived. When you look back at the children you have raised, the job you loved so much and the opportunities you had to make all of this happen. It’s when something so little but so important has been created.

» Posted By steph On 04.04.2011 @ 3:35 pm


The stars in the sky glow brightly as the night engulfs the surroundings of my vision. The galaxy is vast and humble, we are simply tiny specks as part of the whole system. We tend to take things for granted, but, for now, I’m content to stare at the stars.

» Posted By Steph On 04.02.2011 @ 1:41 pm

Galaxy born, our surrounding dark matter comforts the dark side of our humanity. We prefer to see only 10 percent of the truth and validate the unknown 90 percent as we find pleasing.

» Posted By Steph On 04.02.2011 @ 11:42 am


i trusted a mouse with me cheese and he took it. i forget that mice looove cheese so i was eft broken hearted when the mouse named henry took my cheese them dang mice. cant trust them

» Posted By steph On 03.30.2011 @ 1:58 pm


The digital divides many. Is that truly a communication problem? Or is there a greater problem than simple connections?

» Posted By Steph On 03.28.2011 @ 4:27 pm


Sweeping and scrubbing away the past, my audience of two solitary figures gazed on. One appalled at my treatment of the dust bunnies. The other simply at peace.

» Posted By Steph On 03.27.2011 @ 4:39 pm


My music library is filled with classics. A variety of genres by a variety of musicians. I enjoy Salt n Pepa to Sinatra, Peter Gabriel to Merchants of Venus.

» Posted By Steph On 03.26.2011 @ 9:20 pm


i need approach my cat
my friends approach me
i love to approach my friend
my teacher had to approach me
i dont like when you approach me
people approach me
afterschool my mum approach me
my teacher approach me
people approach me today
i love to approach my cousin
i love to approach my sister
I love to approach my brother
i love to approach my aunty
my uncle approach
my cousin approach
my friend approach
my principal approach
my dog approach
my cat approach
my teacher approach
my girlfriend approach
my boyfriend approach
my vice principal approach
i love to approach my dad

» Posted By Steph On 03.22.2011 @ 10:44 pm


Today my family felt “whole.” My side has always been whole, even with some missing. However, my husband’s side not so much. Today, that changed. It was amazing.

» Posted By Steph On 03.20.2011 @ 3:42 pm


Amorphous, her thoughts began to take shape. Crystallizing into a dynamic star burst of colors. Blues, greens radiated from her soul.

» Posted By Steph On 03.19.2011 @ 6:09 pm


I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
And I’m Wanted,
Dead or Alive

wanted dead or alive by Bon Jovi…Best Song ever!!

» Posted By Steph On 03.18.2011 @ 2:27 pm


Rarely does a figure stop me in my tracks. The shape of a homeless man. The swing of a woman’s hips. However, today, the price of gas floored me.

» Posted By Steph On 03.16.2011 @ 6:45 pm


On the heels of that one great thought, up comes another just to flatten the idea. Ideas need to be nurturedthey get traded in for high-end patentents. for a time before los

» Posted By Steph On 03.15.2011 @ 4:18 pm


Her wand fell. Fell like a tree on the hand mirror shattering it to pieces. Pieces of her heart as she realized she’d been framed this whole time. Time she will never see again.

» Posted By Steph On 03.13.2011 @ 12:12 pm


Too much noise will drive me insane. I can hear everything. I can hear too much. Audiologists say I should have been a spy. I wish I were. Then I’d have an excuse for hearing too much.much.toomcuh

» Posted By Steph On 03.12.2011 @ 5:15 pm


Flitting past shoulders, the end of the blue scarf regaled. Regaled it’s silken beauty like a mid-air river.

» Posted By Steph On 03.11.2011 @ 4:13 pm


This is a statement. It’s a simple thing to construct. All you need are two things. (Proper grammar in that last sentence? Dunno.) A verb and a subject. People say GO is the shortest sentence, but it’s not really a sentence is it? Just a command. They differ..

» Posted By Steph On 03.11.2011 @ 8:32 am


bumble bee sting flower polination food stinger sting black and yellow, african killer bees are coming to get us in the end that’s what’s going to kill us, the bees are returning to their planet, or at least the doctor thinks so

» Posted By Steph On 03.08.2011 @ 8:08 pm

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