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Po-tay-toes. Boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew!

Potatoes can be nice, but I’ve never been a huge fan or anything. They’re a bit too heavy, and I prefer lighter foods. There was this one time I got a potato breakfast thing at ihop. It must’ve been 3000 calories or something, with cheese and eggs and bacon… It was pretty disgusting.

» Posted By vish On 04.17.2010 @ 7:47 am


It was really nothing more than a relic of the past, a tattered, faded yellow dress that could’ve been fashionable a few decades ago. It was cheap, too, adorned with a simple lilac print that I thought suited only plain, lower-class girls. But for some reason, she loved it.

» Posted By vish On 05.18.2010 @ 8:52 pm


I can see why other people might believe in destinies. It’s comforting to think that your life has already been planned out for you, that there’s a perfect job, perfect lover, perfect life waiting for you out there somewhere. I just find it impossible to believe in.

» Posted By vish On 05.16.2010 @ 6:19 pm


He crossed his arms and leaned back. Shit. That wasn’t a good sign.

“We can offer you a significant discount, sir!” I remarked in desperation.

As he smiled, uncrossed his arms, and reached for the pen to sign the deal, I realized the whole thing had just been a show.

» Posted By vish On 05.15.2010 @ 10:03 am


It’s gotta be accrued. That’s the second word that pops into my mind, and it just seems to fit so perfectly with wealth, probably just because I’ve heard the two together so many times. I guess it is sort of cliché, though. Maybe hoarding wealth would be less so.

» Posted By vish On 05.12.2010 @ 7:20 pm


It’s long. Both my stride and the gum, apparently. I am of a rather tall stature, and thus tend to walk more quickly than most people, much to their dismay. Also, it lasts quite a long time but I fail to realize it usually. The flavor still vanishes pretty quickly. Sort of like my footsteps. Or something.

» Posted By vish On 05.09.2010 @ 8:13 pm


This divide, this separation between us, would be our first trial. The beginning had been fiery, dramatic, engulfing us entirely and inundating our senses with absolute joy. I wondered if it could last. I feared that it wouldn’t.

» Posted By vish On 05.08.2010 @ 8:26 pm


I still remember my first time on the subway. I was only five, and I had heard stories from my friends about children my age getting kidnapped by bad people on subways like these. I locked my mother’s hand in a death grip, until I got into the train itself and transferred the grip onto the steel rod the voice above me told me to hold onto.

» Posted By vish On 04.14.2010 @ 2:53 pm


We were curled up together on a bench in some random park. How did we get there? I couldn’t remember. Every iota of my mental capacity was lost, absorbed in the absolute pleasure of just sitting here, under a tree on a summer day, with her on my lap. I absentmindedly ran a finger through the curls of her hair and sighed.

» Posted By vish On 04.12.2010 @ 1:24 pm


“Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to cry. Her boyfriend had just dumped her. Over the phone.”

I sigh and turn off the TV. No wonder I stopped watching all this dramatic crap a while ago.

» Posted By vish On 05.02.2009 @ 8:42 pm


With one fell swoop, the coup eliminated the entire bureaucracy and replaced it with a single man. That man become the autocrat, the dictator, the Chairman, the Fuhrer. Whatever you want to call him. Now, he controls everything. Now, we call him Big Brother.

» Posted By vish On 05.01.2009 @ 8:01 pm


“Chai,” they call it in India. It’s served in delicate porcelain cups that I can barely hold due to the size of my fingers. They put milk in it, which causes many foreigners to raise their eyebrows at the suspicious brown brew. When you sip it, though, your taste buds languish in the exotic spices, causing your mind to escape to a faraway land.

» Posted By vish On 04.30.2009 @ 4:37 pm


There’s not too many things I dislike. I guess I’m unlike most people in that respect… Or perhaps I simply have a distorted view of others, who seem to have a plethora of pet peeves and quirky things they dislike.

» Posted By vish On 04.30.2009 @ 5:57 am


I wrote the letter on my best glossy paper, which was so lavish and extravagant that I was sure that my resume would get me access to any college in the world. A couple of weeks later, I got a letter in the mail on equally glossy paper: A rejection letter.

» Posted By vish On 04.28.2009 @ 4:23 pm


They waltzed the night away, locked in one anothers’ tight embrace. Both of them knew that this would be their last time together, their last moment in each others’ arms. They had decided to make it memorable, and the night was memorable indeed.

» Posted By vish On 04.27.2009 @ 5:35 pm


“I can’t recall,” he replied. I had just asked him what my daughter’s last words were. He had murdered hundreds of girls like her, so the failure of his memory was a forgivable mistake. The rest of his crimes, however, were not. I aimed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

» Posted By vish On 04.25.2009 @ 7:03 pm


Cookie cutouts are generic, bland, and plain – they contain no individuality or uniqueness, and they are uninteresting and forgettable. Unfortunately, many people are like them. Uninteresting. Forgettable. I hope I don’t become one.

» Posted By vish On 04.24.2009 @ 8:00 pm


I dabbed the quill pen into the pot of ink, then wiped off the tip of the sharpened feather on the rim. I began to write in a steady, calligraphic font, pouring myself into my work and into the words I was writing:

“When in the course of human events…”

» Posted By vish On 05.15.2009 @ 9:08 pm


The scientist looked over the dead bodies with a clinical glance. Emotionless. Uncaring about the excruciating pain all the subjects had suffered in the name of scientific progress and innovation. After all, their pain had resulted in the cure for various illnesses. Was their suffering such a significant matter by comparison?

» Posted By vish On 05.15.2009 @ 12:48 pm


The meterstick toppled from the chalkboard and hit the ground with an ear-shattering smack. The students all looked up simultaneously from their tests, wide-eyed at the sudden disruption. I had my legs up on my desk while reading a book, and I chuckled at the looks on their faces. Teaching was fun sometimes.

» Posted By vish On 05.13.2009 @ 6:44 pm


The natives humbly offered their land, their labor, and their expertise in farming to the colonists. In return, they received disease, destruction, and annihilation. Oh, and they got a holiday: Thanksgiving.

» Posted By vish On 05.12.2009 @ 9:11 pm


You pose like a model, but you don’t have the looks to go with it. You try to act like a slick player, picking up girls all the time, but you don’t have the smoothness that requires. You try so hard, but you’ve really got nothing.

» Posted By vish On 05.12.2009 @ 12:15 pm


She was standing on the balcony with the other women, waving at the soldiers as they marched off to war. There was no doubt that they would win gloriously. A simple glance at their flawless formation and technique, their glossy black leather shoes and shiny brass buttons, revealed that defeat was impossible. Sometimes, however, the impossible happens.

» Posted By vish On 05.11.2009 @ 6:31 pm


Dawn and dusk. Sunrise and sunset. Polar opposites of one another, one might say. One marks a new beginning, the creation of a new day, while the other marks an end, the conclusion of a day that just passed. But the sun will always rise again.

» Posted By vish On 05.09.2009 @ 8:19 pm


He was flipping through the channels, but nothing was on. Damn, how had he ended up like this? Sitting on the couch in his apartment, eating potato chips. The stereotypical, generic couch potato. He used to have potential. He was going to have a future. Then he squandered it all and now, he was wasting away.

» Posted By vish On 05.09.2009 @ 7:15 am


He dropped the subject immediately as he saw the way she nervously glanced downwards. Clearly, he had plucked the wrong string… She must have had some trauma in her past, a few skeletons in her closet. He looked up.

“Nice weather we’re having.”

» Posted By vish On 05.07.2009 @ 4:32 pm


“Charge!” the commander yelled, brandishing his sword as if it his flailing would make any difference. He did charge, and after moving halfway to the enemy, slowed down and turned around. His troops were charging too. In the opposite direction.

» Posted By vish On 05.06.2009 @ 5:46 pm


Dude. Win. It’s the opposite of fail. And I do it a lot. Every day. Incessantly. Indeed, I perhaps win far too much for this mortal realm. I might want to escape to another dimension that can tolerate the overwhelming amounts of win that emanate from within me.

» Posted By vish On 05.05.2009 @ 5:44 pm


It was the day of the soldiers’ grand return. The plane stocked full of brave veterans landed in the airport, and its passengers walked and limped out to meet their loved ones. They had all waited years for that day.

» Posted By vish On 05.05.2009 @ 12:00 pm


You pretend to appreciate me,
Flash your false smiles incessantly,
Bet I know that, in actuality,
I mean nothing to you,
I’m no more than a tool,
And after you’re done with me,
I’ll be abandoned like all the rest.

» Posted By vish On 05.04.2009 @ 4:15 pm

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