• Maria commented on the post, reliable 2 years, 1 month ago

    Reliable. I do not know what that means. No one’s ever been reliable in my life—I have been the one to do thing after thing. If I want something, I’m the one to do it. If I need something, I’m the one who furnishes it. There was nothing for me to do when my finger broke but do bind it myself. When the storms came and the hole in the roof started ,…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, malice 2 years, 1 month ago

    She couldn’t stand it. The rage, the malice, was traveling up her arms and into the blood pooling around her heart. She drew it in, breathing, coalesced it into a ball, and flung it back at her offender, at this unseen entitiy that thought It could attack her, that thought It could ruin her life like this. No one would do that and get away with…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, defined 5 years, 11 months ago

    Defined as love, love is love.

    Love is love is love is love.

    You make no sense.

    Was I supposed to? I didn’t know I was supposed to make sense. I’ll try to, from now on. If you want me to.

    I want you to.

    But you owe me one.

    Eesh! I don’t owe you a thing. Shut up. Leave me alone.

    But I said, and I answered, and now I want…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, disappear 5 years, 11 months ago

    You disappear even when I want you to stay, and that saddens me and it makes me want to throw things into the wall.

    I asked you to stay. You said you would .Then you disappeared, because you suck at keeping your promises.

    I knew that from the beginning, actually, but I figurde when you looked me in the eye you weren’t lying to my face.

    I…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, revenue 6 years ago

    The revenue smied at him though I don’t tihnk that revenues can actually smile.

    I’m actually trying to figure out the definition of this word before I go off into a spiel of something that isn’t actually a revenue…

    and yeah, I can’t think of it. It comes from the French re-venue… whech basically means ‘to come again,’ I’m guessing. A…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, sniper 6 years ago

    Sniper… it maes me think of Swiper, no swipinga nd of Dora the Explorer despite the fact that the two don’t have much in common.

    But I think I’ve written about sniping before. It was Aegata who first drew my attention to it. She was pretty, not particularly, but enough so that you remembered her face, wihch was angular enough and sharp enough…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, trenches 6 years ago

    In the trenches they breathe, and they breathe hard.
    Something whizzes and one inhales quickly. In fear. The fear is overpowering now, and the little demon cackles as it realizes that they have pissed their pants.

    In the trenches they breathe, and they breathe hard.
    It’s whizzed, and it’s gone, and now it’s silent. They have only to wait……[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, exactly 6 years ago

    Still exactly the same thing it was yesterday.

    It isn’t easy. Words don’t come easy… words don’t come easy. To me. How can I find a way to make you see I love you? Words don’t come easy.

    I love that song. it’s such a catchy little song. Trying to write as quickly as possible but it’s hard in a round chari when I feel like a Buddha and I…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, exactly 6 years ago

    Exactly. That’s what I said. I said I’d do it and you said you’d do it and now all of a sudden we’re saying we won’t do it and I’m just —
    Yeah. Confused. Aren’t you confused? I don’t really know what’s going on and—
    You’re freaking out.
    You don’t expect me to freak out? We’re being chased by wolves and you don’t exp…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, damage 6 years ago

    I laugh. It’s there, the damage, and they can’t see it. They want to not see it, because they’re so frightened of what could happen if it were there.
    The cracks have begun to spread. The relationship is deteriorating.
    And then, damn her, she turns to him and says, “I’m so sorry, Danny,” in that tone that women use, and he melts, damn HIM, and…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, standing 6 years, 1 month ago

    Standing at the ship, watching the ship. She watched them and their sails and she waited until they reached the horizon and dipped down underneath it, and then she turned and said, “There.”

    Just that, “there,” and I was angry at her because she did not cry as I wanted to. The tears clogged my throat because my hopes and my dreams had gone with…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, geometric 6 years, 1 month ago

    Geometric precision did him no good when something didn’t want to work the way it was supposed too. Or something. I suppose he thought he was doing very well, until he realized that the corner was off by one degree.

    It was a bad day for the table. Why do I type so fast when I don’t actually have the vaguest idea of what I want to write? That…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, distilled 6 years, 3 months ago

    Distilled honey usually didn’t feel like tat, sober and sad and strange and liquid.

    Usually it was thick, and hard, and it didn’t look at one as if one was about to turn into a blueberyr or some such strang efruit. No… distilled honey generally acted quite nicely.

    today, it seemed to be doing its best to make things difficult.

    not that…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, efficient 6 years, 4 months ago

    Efficient was the only word one could use to describe her as she bustled round the kitchen, layering pan over pan and cookie sheet underneath the oven, where it usually stayed. Cutting boards seemed to move themselves to the sink, washing themselves under her direction. Knives peeled, chopped, moved to a tune she was humming, and the sauce on the…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, strung 6 years, 5 months ago

    Strung up on a pole, dancing in the snow, jumping round and laughing…
    Strung up in a hole, jumping on the snow, dancing round and laughing…

    Sometimes rhymes are the most disgusting things on the planet. Sometimes I don’t know where the songwriters come up with these things. The song referred to a young man in wartime, and it was not…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, footage 6 years, 5 months ago

    The footage clearely showed the man looking, peering into the camera. Then, the footage simply showed him disappearing.

    “Um…” said Jane, “Are you sure this is what we’re looking for?”

    “I’m sure.” I said, nodding firmly as I clicked the rewind and then the play button. Look at his eyes.”

    “what about them?”

    “Just look.”

    Jane looked.…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, narrative 6 years, 5 months ago

    The narrative of that story had always been rather eak. The narrator seemed to think it a hood idea to alienate everyone he’d ever met, which… perhaps for some people, was a good idea. To him, it was rather ridiculous and a bit strange. Perhaps, to some people, it would have been a good idea for him to start thinking before he spoke, but the…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, national 6 years, 5 months ago

    National statistics for freezing in the meat locker of your own butcher’s shop probably indicated one in a billion deaths.

    My mom always told me I was one in a billion. She told me billion because she thought million was over-used, and because it wouldn’t mean anything otherwise.

    Mom, you were right.

  • Maria commented on the post, savage 6 years, 5 months ago

    Savage heartbeats. Is that a terminology that can be correctly used for this situation? I don’t know. But my heartbeat is beating as if it thought itself the tribal war drums, so I’m going to use it. Tribal wardrums are beating in the distances. Perhaaps they are the ones that sound like my heartbeat, rather than my heartbeat sounding like…[Read more]

  • Maria commented on the post, solidarity 6 years, 5 months ago

    A show of solidarity would not hav egone amiss, but the family didn’t seem to understand that. Despite the fact that the man was watching them, eyes narrcowed, they continued to disagree about anything and everything, seemingly not caring that this was one of the most important days in their rather boring lives.

    But the man kept watching,…[Read more]