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  • Pandatry commented on the post, evidence 1 month, 1 week ago

    It’s weird when
    a chapter from your story
    fits within a folder,
    gets a case number,
    like lines of a barcode,
    forest of identifiers
    that are menacing some nights
    and just ink the next.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, evidence 1 month, 1 week ago

    The proof was right there, in black and white. A single line on the statement made it clear that he had done it. The amount. The date. The description of the charge. She turned the page over, not believing it.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, clay 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    The year stretches out,
    my hands red from trying to mold
    its granular form.

    It always spins out.

    If clay isn’t centered on a wheel,
    it breaks orbit, the collateral
    its entire shape.

    I keep throwing lopsided bowls
    of last year – broken cups of the year before,
    and they’ll hold nothing.
    They’ll never hold anything
    but memory,…[Read more]

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, clay 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    The red dirt of the Earth stuck to her shoes. She grinned, more than pleased with herself for being here.

  • It’s all this looking back, all this “how much has changed, what have we done, where are we going” that has left me, well… rather unsatisfied. And shouldn’t it? Shouldn’t it upend you and leave you out of sorts?

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, resting 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    She inhaled into her pillow, the familiar smell almost knocking her into sleep immediately. She barely had time to plug in her phone before her weariness overtook her and she fell fast asleep. She awoke some hours later, unsure of what time it was, unsure of where she was at that.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, sailing 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    Putting her feet on the bottom of the cart, she pushed off with one foot and sailed down the aisle. She laughed a little, making sure not to steer into the display of canned vegetables. She felt lighter.

  • nescafe commented on the post, scrape 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    My dad said, “Sp you got into a little scrape.” My mom said, ” Your anger is getting the best of you.” That’s the difference between boys will be boys and boy you got a problem.

  • Jake commented on the post, regifted 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    I finna make this regifted
    its truly a great gift
    but this aint what I need
    what I really need right now is a gift I can give
    Among my life’s aims is to thrift
    and if that means being able to have a present without buying a present
    then ill regift
    and its merry christmas, fuck capitalism

  • Vic commented on the post, resonance 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    The resonance of the music filled the room and drifted up into the rafters of the vaulted ceiling. It’s that kind of music that you hear not only with your ears, but with the beating of your heart and the singing of your inner being.

  • She felt the pulse inside her chest, that kind of echo inside her own heart that drove her forward. Her eyes started to well, her face fighting gravity, trying not to crumple completely.

  • Lance commented on the post, resonance 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    Echos are the last gasp of longing for reason, when no other voice is loud enough to silence me, I will shout down my inner scream.

  • Vic commented on the post, majestic 2 months ago

    I’m a Queen, I’m quite majestic. Kiss my pointy, shiny shoes and my jeweled fingers and drape around my neck strings of pearls.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, majestic 2 months ago

    The snow was crisp and white, exactly how everyone always describes it. She was out of words to explain what it was like to look out on the vista she had seen just yesterday now cloaked in glimmering white. Majestic. Maybe.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, brew 2 months ago

    She listened to the kettle start to bubble and closed her eyes against the tears. What a weird reaction to tea. And yet it was so comforting, so lovely that she couldn’t help but cry. She was so exhausted. This had to be a reaction to all of that. She wanted, more than anything, to sleep peacefully and wake up just as peacefully then next morning.

  • Roumaissaa FERHI commented on the post, sneakers 2 months ago

    The girl who can wear high heels in the morning and sneakers in the evning!
    The girl who can be in her office in the morning and doing sport in the evning
    The girl who can walk stritly in the morning and danse hiphop in the evning

    she is the strongest women! because she could face up the life with its diffrents sides!

  • Vic commented on the post, sneakers 2 months ago

    All winter I wear sneakers, ok technically they’re running shoes. I have whack feet that are difficult to find shoes for and so all year long it’s just about the arch support in super wide. I dream of winter boots instead of breathable sneakers.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, sneakers 2 months ago

    Her shoes made a satisfying squeak on the floor as she pivoted to shoot. Her arms went up in perfect form and her wrists flicked the ball into the net. Swoosh. Nothing but net. She sighed with relief. It never changed.

  • The zipper stuck and she struggled for a moment before giving up and slinging it on her back, open. She raced out the door, taking a second to lock it before sprinting down the sidewalk, one hand behind her to hold her processions in her backpack.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, paws 2 months, 1 week ago

    The little paws were so cute. The tail wagged. The eyes blinked. The tongue stuck out. It was perfect. And entirely capture in glass.
    She put it down. She could have sworn it would pant and bark.