• Calla commented on the post, cabinet 7 years, 2 months ago

    “Go ahead,” he said. “Open it.”
    “Your crazy.” She rolled her eyes. “What do you mean an elephant?”
    “I told you. An elephant walked out of the cabinet.”
    “A full sized one?”
    “No,” he said sarcastically. “A half […]

  • Calla commented on the post, engine 7 years, 5 months ago

    It rumbled. It roared. It sputtered gasoline on the pot-hole filled road. But it worked. It was beautiful. He had gotten up at dawn for over a month and changed a piece of junk his father said would never drive […]

  • Calla commented on the post, disregard 7 years, 5 months ago

    “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
    But he didn’t, he just kept rattling and rattling, explaining why he was right and I was wrong, why I made everything worse.
    “I could have married a different girl an

  • Calla commented on the post, lending 7 years, 5 months ago

    “Just until we can get things figured out,” he promised.
    “You said that last time.”
    “I know I did, but this time I really mean it.” He gave her one last hug and walked out the door.
    “You said that last time, […]

  • Calla commented on the post, straw 8 years, 3 months ago

    Calista put her mouth on the straw of her orange juice. She was proud that her mother had finally decided to let her drink out of an open cup. The little girl blew into the straw as hard as she could. The orange juice bubbled and sprayed all over.

  • Calla commented on the post, chores 8 years, 3 months ago

    He didn’t like sweeping. He saw it more as a woman’s job even though he could easily be placed in that category, the illegitimate son of the head maid. Though there was a rumor that his father was the king. He didn’t see it. He was a spitting image of his mother, or so people […]

  • Calla commented on the post, maroon 8 years, 3 months ago

    “How do you like it?” his mother asked. His father stood beside her, anxiously awaiting his response. Jackson wanted to be grateful, but he couldn’t help it; his lips began to tremble and a tear rolled down his cheek. “What’s wrong?” asked his father. “You’ve wanted a bike for so long.” “It’s,” the little boy […]

  • Calla commented on the post, crane 8 years, 3 months ago

    My mother lived for forty years, and all she left was a paper crane. If she had to die, I wish that it could have been something else that could stand for her existence – maybe an embroidery sample. But she did not sew.

  • Calla commented on the post, morals 8 years, 3 months ago

    Morals are simply convention. People can define the word as the wish, but there is no standing definition. While the current thought in the world of morality may be equality and rights for all, morals years ago would have been rights for those deserving and hail to the Catholic church.

  • Calla commented on the post, pretzel 8 years, 5 months ago

    When someone says “pretzel”, most people think of the snack. Some poets might relate it to the twists and turns that make up life. Why don’t we leave life as the problematic time in a human’s existence and leave a pretzel as it is – a pretzel.

  • Calla commented on the post, intersection 8 years, 5 months ago

    In traffic, the intersection is the place through which everyone wants to drive at once. It is only the traffic lights that keeps things regulated. People listen to those lights, those inanimate objects. They listen to them, and save lives. It is funny that with all this war in the world, most disputes are solved […]

  • Calla commented on the post, digital 8 years, 6 months ago

    Digital. All of his life was digital from his wedding tape to pictures of his children when they were young. His wife threw out all of the tapes and CDs because they took up too much space. Everything was kept on a tiny hard drive. All was well. Until the day that the hard drive […]

  • Calla commented on the post, woven 8 years, 7 months ago

    Everything in life intertwines. A kid that I will never meet’s existence could have been the cause of mine. How, who knows? But I do believe it happens. If I hadn’t found that penny on the ground, would I have gotten in my car that much sooner, and arrived at the intersection at the right […]

  • Calla commented on the post, however 8 years, 7 months ago

    There is always a grey lining in the silver cloud. No one is completely good. There is always a “however” somewhere in every aspect of life. Why must it be like that?

  • Calla commented on the post, approach 8 years, 7 months ago

    Adalyn stood outside of room 406 at the hospital room, pacing. She couldn’t go in there. Her mother was in there. Yes, her own mother was in there, and she had no hair. Once more, she was not breathing on her own. No, she couldn’t enter that room. Her father was there, too. He was […]

  • Calla commented on the post, policy 8 years, 7 months ago

    You can’t do this, you can’t do that. Does it matter when we’re going to die in the end? Why not break dress code. You’re going to die in the end – why not loosen that tie? But no, because that is against the policy.

  • Calla commented on the post, whole 8 years, 7 months ago

    Whole is a rare feeling, and one that is rather subjective to what it actually is. Whole, to most, means that nothing is missing. To many, it is when everything seems to be perfect. But when is it ever? While one woman’s husband may be returning from war, another woman’s never will. Whole is impossible.

  • Calla commented on the post, shape 8 years, 7 months ago

    His arms were rectangles. His elbow was a circle. His face was an oval, and his neck was a square. Addisa looked at the sketch on the canvas. She hadn’t yet started painting, but the shapes already portrayed her father. So many basic shapes made him up as so many basic problems made up the […]

  • Calla commented on the post, wanted 8 years, 7 months ago

    Go away! Don’t come back! You are not our son, Olivicus. You are no longer our brother. You are not wanted here.

    Wanted! Olivicus Williams for shooting ten, killing three. Wanted! Offering ten thousand dollars as reward for his capture, dead or alive.

  • Calla commented on the post, gym 8 years, 7 months ago

    Gym. The class in which those who were unworthy were weeded out based on primal standards. The kid with the glasses was hit in the face with the cruel dodgeball. The kid who couldn’t climb the rope was teased. Gym was where the strong thrived, and those weakened by society were punished.