• Bookhobbit commented on the post, ant 8 years ago

    The little ant chugging away at the impossible task, pulling the stalk of wheat along to the hive, forever searching and never find its way back. That’s me, that ant, I don’t know where I am or where I’m going, and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to bring back the thing I need […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, punishment 8 years, 1 month ago

    Your punishment, said the headmistress, is to eat at my table with me. To watch my mouth go up and down, and be fascinated with horror as the horrible chocolate pudding is mashed up and delumped. To experience the horror of not knowing which fork to use. To be unsure that the noodles you’re eating […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, answers 8 years, 1 month ago

    He screamed, screamed, screamed, wanting to know. The man would not tell, though. He patted the boy on the sleeve in a vague way and said, “When you’re ready for this, I promise. But until then, you’ll have to struggle along not know. It’s humanity.” “I’m not human,” said the boy. “Yes,” said the man, […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, elastic 8 years, 1 month ago

    the elastic nature of people’s affection has always surprised me. They say they love you and then, when you’re gone, they bend back out of sight. So you’re back again, and they act affectionate, but soon enough something else will distract them and they will be brought around to love that shiny new thing more […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, violent 8 years, 2 months ago

    The violent explosion of purple that resulted from letting the lid off the can of paint made Amber wince. The magicians had been at it again. She gazed down at her hair and clothes, and sighed. The cleaning bill would be enormous, and of course none of them would pay it. It was unfair, the […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, maroon 8 years, 2 months ago

    The maroon sweater was ugly but comfortable, so he worn it anyway. Besides, the fact that his best friend had given it to him for Christmas was something. That man had always known him better than anyone else. Something to knock around the house in was just the ticket for a cold winter’s morning.

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, stem 8 years, 2 months ago

    The stem on the leaf was the thing she decided to focus on. Try to move small things at once, they’d said. And so she stared and stared at the pale green thing, willing it to twitch, as if even the faintest breeze had gone through. If she had no talent, she’d just die. All […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, honest 8 years, 2 months ago

    The honest opinion of the woman in front of me was not important. What was important was the case she’d brought me- and the dough it’d bring in. I could tell she disapproved, but she knew I was the only one who’d solve the crime for her, especially if she didn’t want to involve the […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, lust 8 years, 2 months ago

    The idea of lust terrified and disgusted him. He could not imagine wanting someone else’s body, couldn’t imagine enjoying the ugly union of flesh and spit and indignity that sex brought. He kept himself guarded, carefully, from these urges, covered in a thin film of emotional plastic wrap to keep out desire.

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, history 8 years, 2 months ago

    The history of the world is full of violence and affluence, full of mistreatment and surprising tenderness. This is humanity: any aliens who were exploring probably wouldn’t want to stay, out of sheer confusion. Puzzling things, humans. First one thing, and then the opposite.

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, intense 8 years, 2 months ago

    The way he looked at her made her want to cry, though not from sadness, nor indeed from happiness. It was more…overwhelming. There was something beautiful and terrifying in the way that gaze pinned her, made her stop what she was doing and stare back. It was so bright that she could have burst into […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, cells 8 years, 3 months ago

    Tiny cells, dancing among the great masses of flowers, pollen in the air. I’m dust, dust in the wind, scattered across the world. Fading and dying. I will be dispersed soon, and then there will be nothing left of me but air, nothing to remind people what I once was.

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, held 8 years, 3 months ago

    Don’t hold me, she said. I might disappear. Don’t touch me, I might not be there. I am insubstantial, nothing left but soul and mind. He said, I love you anyway. All the important parts of you are here, with me. She said, I am only a ghost. You need to move on. He said, […]

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, held 8 years, 3 months ago

    The pencil, held in my hand, was like a declaration of truth. I could write, and read. In this world, only those things matter, and only that will save me from myself, from the endless cavalcade of television advertisements, from the barrage of consumerism, from my own insecurities. To write is to be alive.

  • Bookhobbit commented on the post, belief 8 years, 3 months ago

    The important thing for magic is not to believe, but to know. To know for a fact, deep-down-hard-headed-know-in-your-gut that this cup, for instance, will turn into a small slice of cheese. That you’re really a walrus, and that you should therefore look like one. That the cat in front of you is a man in […]