• Ginger‘s profile was updated 4 months ago

  • Ginger commented on the post, fare 4 months ago

    African fare for breakfast varies from the bland to the downright outrageous. Today in Liberia, it was definitely on the bland side and so I found myself munching on a few cucumber slices, and some bland, sad looking scrambled eggs before I opted for my tumbler of black coffee and journal outside, abandoning the quest for food altogether.

  • Poetmansa and Profile picture of ckub23ckub23 are now friends 5 months, 1 week ago

  • YOLO4Sho commented on the post, weave 10 months, 2 weeks ago

    In and out, zig zag. 60 miles per hour and no helmet. Her heart was pounding and the wind was screaming in her ear. The light turned yellow and slowing down felt like quitting. She stepped on the gas and held her breath. Never saw the Honda careening towards her from the side.

  • ethel commented on the post, silverware 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    Laid out on the table were spoons of all sizes, all he’d never seen before, forks, chopsticks, plates and bowls and glasses, and- It was never-ending, it seemed.

    Yet, the silverware lay beneath the wooden boards just underneath his bed. For the first time in his life, his silver tongue provided no defense.

  • ethel commented on the post, nightlight 1 year ago

    The lights of the nightclub pulsed, the bodies under them writhing, necks bared and hips rolling.

  • ethel commented on the post, circus 1 year, 1 month ago

    She was a circus clown; red nosed, pale cheeks and eyes fixedly wide from having seen too much, set into her small, chubby face. She’s dressed up, put in garnish yellows and blurry flower patterns, picked up from the imitation vintage boutique at the fringes of the city’s downtown.

  • ethel commented on the post, imbalance 1 year, 1 month ago

    Never in her life had she felt as if the world was tilted sideways. She was stumbling around in a cold, dark room, with hallways that branched left right up down. Which way should she go? Did that direction lead to where she had come from?

    All she knew was this: Whatever happened, she could not stay.

  • ethel commented on the post, logical 1 year, 1 month ago

    It wasn’t logical, what I was doing. Missing a date, switching decisions seconds after I’ve made them, taking a nap right before class. It didn’t make any sense. Yet, maybe it was what I needed, if only to force myself to pick up my pieces, and turn everything logical again.

  • Ginger and Profile picture of BeaBea are now friends 1 year, 9 months ago

  • ethel commented on the post, lessons 1 year, 9 months ago

    There are many lessons in life we learn. The small ones, the ones your parents tell you – be a good boy and Santa will give you a present; come back with an A and we’ll get you that new iPhone. Then there are the big ones – the one where we lay on our deathbeds and think: I should’ve lived my life when I had the chance.

  • ethel commented on the post, windows 2 years ago

    Hairline cracks crawled up the window, and years of grime, dust and a lack of care tinted its edges yellow and brown. But rays of sunlight shone through its glass panes and scattered on the wooden boards beneath his feet.

    It didn’t matter that the window was unclean; it still gave him the best view in the house.

  • ethel commented on the post, announcement 2 years, 1 month ago

    “Hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen!” the emcee crowed into the microphone, one gloved hand sweeping out with a flourish. “We have an announcement to make!”

    The crowd settled, and thousands of pairs of eyes turned to the man in the top hat and purple-yellow two-piece suit standing behind the podium.

    The man’s white-painted face stretched…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, editor 2 years, 1 month ago

    “Mm,” said John.

    “Mm? What do you mean by, mm? Is it good enough to be published or not?”

    “Look, kid,” the editor sighed, “I’ll be honest with you. I can’t tell the difference between half of your characters, and your writing style is a little…” He made a so-so gesture with a hand. “…fan fiction-y.”

    The girl stared at him, eyes wide…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, haircut 2 years, 1 month ago

    “Totally,” Jasmine tried. She flipped her hair. Dyed blonde strands stuck to her forehead.

    The casting director stared at her, eyelids lowered and chin propped in his palm.

    “Next,” he told her.

  • ethel commented on the post, haircut 2 years, 1 month ago

    Word: ‘juvenile’

    She’s not sure why she continues doing this – crouched behind the church, a cigarette in one hand and a lighter she swiped from her kitchen counter in the other.

    With the flick of a thumb, a spark bursts into a flame. It burns bright and almost holy, illuminating the shriveled leaves strewn across the dark, dusty alley.…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, fading 2 years, 1 month ago

    Her form flickered, and in that split second, he had a sudden thought that he must have dreamed her up.

    A blink, and she reappeared, brushing the ridges and alcoves of the cave in her scarlet-tinged glow and casting light shadows behind his seated figure.