• Les commented on the post, measure 6 years, 2 months ago

    Well that was uncalled for.

    Storm storm storm. I stormed over.

    Just because you’re angry doesn’t give you the right…

    Measure it correctly, I told him. Calmly.

    The sighed, then sighed again, then sighed and sighed.

    It was the longest day.

  • Les commented on the post, timid 6 years, 3 months ago

    She sat in the corner and stared at the wall, never once letting her eyes focus too much on the crowd around her. She wanted to sink into the floor, like so many times before. Just melt, flow under, into a small sticky pool under the floor, then reform and escape through the catacombs inside the walls, run and run and finally step – and breathe,…[Read more]

  • Les commented on the post, wrapped 6 years, 5 months ago

    Smoked turkey. She could smell it coming from the kitchen.

    “You made appetizers, Crews?”

    He grinned. “Of course! A dinner party wouldn’t be a dinner party without some kind of meat wrapped in bacon.”

    She stuck out her tongue at him, but started toward the kitchen, her mouth watering. Why was everything about him so damn tempting?

  • Les commented on the post, wrapped 6 years, 5 months ago

    Smoked turkey. She could smell it coming from the kitchen.

    “You made appetizers, Crews?”

    Me grinned. “Of course! A dinner party wouldn’t be a dinner party without some kind of meat wrapped in bacon.”

    She stuck out her tongue, but started toward the kitchen, her mouth watering. Why was everything about him so damn tempting?

  • Les commented on the post, antithesis 6 years, 6 months ago

    I am opposed to this thesis — morally, viscerally, and every bloody which way. I am “anti” this thesis. Get it? Ha. Ha. Ha. Now I am patting myself on the back because of how clever I am. Sigh.

  • Les commented on the post, neon 6 years, 6 months ago

    She cranked the old Neon into second gear and it scraaaatched up onto the concrete.

    “What are you waiting for? Go! Go!” She wailed at Jerry, who was just sitting there, still buckled in, as if nothing was happening.

  • Les commented on the post, clout 6 years, 6 months ago

    She hadn’t given it much thought before, but supposed he was right.

    “I’ll have to try the next town over, then.”

    “So you shall.” He shut the book with a *slap* and handed it back to her. She winced, and placed it gingerly inside her bookbag.

    On the road again, it seemed. When would she find a proper home for this novel?

  • Les commented on the post, magenta 6 years, 7 months ago

    She popped her lips and stared into the mirror. Everything was ok except her hollow eyes and pale skin – like she had been in a bunker for the winter and had just re-emerged. Maybe the lips would distract from her deathmask.

  • Les commented on the post, claims 6 years, 10 months ago

    It was dubious, she thought, thumbing the book and making her way to the back. “Studied in India under Ghandi.” It sounded like it was written by a high schooler. She looked up from under her eyelashes at the gentleman and scoffed audibly.

    “I’m sorry, no.”

  • Les commented on the post, swell 6 years, 10 months ago

    There arose a swell in the sea so magnificent, Trudy was lost under the waves for a good 5 minutes. Surely she had not survived that? But as Ben watched and watched he finally glimpsed the red ribbon, and soon after a cascade of dripping amber tresses that were unmistakably Trudy’s.

  • Les commented on the post, size 6 years, 11 months ago

    It mattered. Why is it her brain always went to that? She was short, so when she sat in those plush chairs in the hotel lobby, she sank down in and her eye level was right… there. She felt like a wolf in search of a sheep.

  • Les commented on the post, trial 7 years, 2 months ago

    He found he could not speak.

    “You understand the charges leveled against you, correct Mr. Hastings?”

    Davida plunged through the door just then, breathless.

    “Stop talking to him! Ivan, say nothing. His […]

  • Les commented on the post, patrol 7 years, 5 months ago

    Eion tossed his head back for a second to look at the stars. He sighed, his eyes bright with the glimmer of the millions of heavenly bodies shining in the clear black sky above him, when he heard a rustle. In a […]

  • Les commented on the post, harness 7 years, 5 months ago

    She saw time slipping away from her, felt the surge of power leaving her body. She had nothing left to give. The last thing she remembered was the sudden warmth of a strong hand on her back, before her mind melted […]

  • Les commented on the post, luggage 7 years, 7 months ago

    She grabbed her bag off the counter and huffed as she pushed past the concerned onlookers in a daze. There were supposed to be two tickets. TWO tickets, not one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes […]

  • Les commented on the post, solitaire 8 years ago

    My entire day at work is occupied by these miniature cards. Forming them, moving them, double-clicking, scrolling – I’m surprised I’ve managed to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome up till now (fingers crossed). It’s wrecking my posture, as well. My tendinitis is on its way back… Ah, solitaire.

  • Les commented on the post, orchestra 8 years, 1 month ago

    My mother joined the orchestra when I was eight. I remember sitting in the audience, humming the tunes to myself (they would become very familiar to me after weeks of rehearsals), swinging my legs to the music. I watched my mother’s hands move the bow back and forth across the strings of her cello. Her […]

  • Les commented on the post, passionate 8 years, 1 month ago

    I think I’m passionate about being a bad writer. I hate everything I produce. Including this. I didn’t even use the word “passionate” right. Bloody hell.

    What a shit day.

    What a shit life, more like.

  • Les commented on the post, artistry 8 years, 1 month ago

    In the hall above the side table hung a portrait of the woman of the house. Her face revealed nothing, but that she was alone.

    The man of the house had suffered some sort of mental spell and was currently living in an institution in Connecticut somewhere unknown to the rest of the family.

  • Les commented on the post, castle 8 years, 1 month ago

    She tapped the edge of her champagne glass with a delicate finger, holding it aloft. The waiter was at her side in the blink of an eye. She watched him with a keen eye until the frothy liquid had reached the tippy top of the glass, then finally nodded. “Thank you.”