• She couldn’t stop once she started. She just kept talking and talking and the words and worlds just kept pouring out of her mouth into a pool beneath her. He listened, gently, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting to know she didn’t have to continue if she didn’t want to/

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, reminder 3 days, 5 hours ago

    The email was short and to the point, but friendly. Still, she cursed out loud when she saw it. Dang it. Dang it dang it. She had totally forgotten.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, outage 4 days, 1 hour ago

    The power flickered and then went out. “Oh, bloody perfect,” she groaned and rolled over so her face was in the pillows. She didn’t want to deal with this today. But it was the coldest day of the year. She couldn’t just sit here. She’d probably freeze to death.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, intern 1 week, 1 day ago

    The look of the kid made her eyes roll. Geez. He was scrawny as hell. He was eager. He was just what he had been told to be his whole life.
    “Look kid, I like you, or at least I want to like you, but you have to calm the hell down.”

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, wilted 2 weeks ago

    The flower was browned around the edges, dry, and drooping over the side of the jar. Perhaps it never really fully bloomed. It was winter, after all. She sighed and turned back to her list, pulling her hand over her eyes.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, seasonal 2 weeks, 2 days ago

    It wasn’t snowing yet, but she could feel it in the air.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, vampire 2 weeks, 4 days ago

    She had read plenty about the pale skinned counts in capes or the sparkly teen aged boys who never age, but she still couldn’t pin point what exactly disturbed her abut the concept. Sure, they sucked blood. Sure, they turned you in to one oft them.

  • It was a simple twist in her hair but somehow it had transformed her into a completely different person. He did’t recognize her.

  • The school was scary in the summer- abandoned, vacant. It even smelled weird. Well, probably. She tried not to get to close to it when she walked by, for fear that someone would reach out and kidnap her to make her learn something.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, lampshade 4 weeks, 1 day ago

    The rosy glow of the room was so alluring from outside the window. Her feet could practically feel the warmth.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, rafters 1 month ago

    She looked into the expansive ceiling, feeling very Little House on the Prairie. The sunlight was streaming in a very attractive way.

  • She opened her eyes blearily. “Dad?” She looked around. Where was she? Where was her dad? Hadn’t he just been here? She looked around and heard a faint beeping. She barely registered it.

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

    She cleared her throat and nodded her head in the general direction of a woman looking for a seat. He craned his neck. “What?”
    “That’s Cynthia.”
    “No, it can’t be.”
    “It’s been 15 years, Ryan, she doesn’t look at all the same, but that’s her. Watch her walk.”

  • She scanned over the letter. It wasn’t glowing, sure, but it was pretty good.

  • Plugging in her phone, she breathed a sigh of relief. Charge started surging into the battery. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Now there was nothing to do but wait. She mentally made a list of the next steps.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, nose 2 months, 3 weeks ago

    She sniffed, trying to keep the tears from rolling down the bridge of her nose. She pulled the pillow closer to her, squeezing it as if it was a branch on a tree.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, logos 2 months, 4 weeks ago

    She had the ethos down pat. The pathos was a little tricker, but she could fake her way through it. It was the logos that really tripped her up. Facts, figures, logic, progressions, anything that needed to sound reasoned and calm- that wasn’t ever going to be her strong suit. She sighed dramatically. See? No logos to be seen for miles.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, weaker 3 months ago

    She could barely lift her head. “I’m dizzy.”
    “I know, honey. Let me help you up, okay?”
    “I can’t.”
    “Okay, okay.” He squated next to her, nervously. “What can we do?”
    “WE can’t do anything, okay? Stop doing that.”
    “I’m trying to help.”
    “I know, I just… I don’t feel good.”

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, raise 3 months ago

    Her hand shot up. No one else’s did. She quickly lowered it, but Mrs. Fischer had already seen. She nodded towards Diane.

  • The house was perfect, a dream. The green shutters, the white siding, the weeping willow in the front, a wrapping porch. She almost gasped.