• dan commented on the post, bulb 1 year, 11 months ago

    The bulb sprang to life with the touch of the button. It flooded the room with light. I wish I hadn’t seen the room fully lit. It was a sick mess.

  • dan commented on the post, mercy 5 years ago

    Everywhere I go I am at the mercy of others. I used to value control, I used to have my life in order, but ever since I left home I’m learned to depend on and appreciate the goodwill of others. So far it has gotten me around the world and made me plenty of friends. I am careful not to overstay my welcome or let anyone feel taken advantage of.

  • dan commented on the post, olive 5 years ago

    Around the holidays, I went out with a girl who was a schoolteacher. She was all set to read her kids Olive the Other Reindeer to her class the next day. We had a fun evening together, went out to eat and then bummed around a bookstore, and then never saw each other again.

  • dan commented on the post, charmed 5 years ago

    I was charmed the first time I saw her. At the end of the night, I thought about her: her smile, her hair, her laugh. I hoped I would see her again because I didn’t think to ask for her number. I hope she could sense how I felt, and maybe felt the same way about me.

  • dan commented on the post, interview 5 years ago

    I had an interview that I was late for. My clothes didn’t quite fit but as I ran up the stairs I still felt confident. I shook my interviewers hand and we talked for half an hour. I walked out of there job in hand.

  • dan commented on the post, regrowth 5 years ago

    Regrowth only comes to hair and fingernails. I wish we could regenerate limbs. That would be sweet. I would donate my digits to science if that were the case. Anything for progress.

  • dan commented on the post, stunt 5 years, 1 month ago

    The stunt he had to do was daunting. His entire life had led to this moment. Bungee jumping off the Eiffel Tower. It was too late to back down now.

  • dan commented on the post, beyond 5 years, 1 month ago

    They came home late. The Christmas party was fun, and thankfully they took a cab home. His roommates were already passed out. One on the floor, another face down on the table. How much did they drink?

    “This is so beyond.” She said.

  • dan commented on the post, headband 5 years, 1 month ago

    The headband kept the sweat out of her eyes, and thank goodness, because by mile 8 she could feel her focus starting to dwindle. The last thing she needed was sweat stinging her eyes as she ran up the most gorgeous canyon she’d ever seen. She had trained for the running but not for the sight-seeing. She wanted to stop and bask in her awe, but she…[Read more]

  • dan commented on the post, tribal 5 years, 1 month ago

    Their dances were tribal and they danced across the desert for nights on end. Their travel would have pushed a Greek god to the limits of exertion, but the motions of their dances and the hypnotic beat of their drums carried them through the moonlight and sunshine to safety, to lush land that would make their tribe thrive.

  • dan commented on the post, rivalry 5 years, 1 month ago

    The rivalry between the two family went so far back that nobody could remember the inciting incident. Their fathers couldn’t be in the same room together, just like their fathers had been. The hatred ran deep.

  • dan commented on the post, venice 5 years, 1 month ago

    Venice isn’t a verb. Venice is a place where people used to live and things used to happen but has since been hollowed out by tourism.

    I wish it was a verb. To languish in the sunshine drunk on wine paddling leisurely downstream on a gondola. That could be the thing to do.

  • dan commented on the post, fiery 5 years, 1 month ago

    Her fiery gaze made his heart skip. He knew that look. He’d only seen it once before and he had conceded so much to fix that that he knew he wouldn’t get off this time. He knew he was in trouble, that there was nothing he could say to make it right. He had fucked up.

  • dan commented on the post, fort 5 years, 1 month ago

    The fort was built of couch cushions and a bed sheet. We spent all day in there, imagining intruders that needed to be shot down. The sun would rise and set, and in the meantime we held court. Kings of our tiny imaginary world, we had all we needed.

  • dan commented on the post, bargain 5 years, 1 month ago

    He could never walk through a store without purchasing any bargain he could find. Even if it was an item that didn’t interest him, he would rationalize any resistance by saying that someday it would come in handy. This compulsive spending drove his wife crazy.

  • dan commented on the post, caramel 5 years, 2 months ago

    The caramel was sticky in his hand. Without thinking he threw another one into his mouth before he was done chewing the last one. His mouth chewed slower and slower, his teeth mired in the thick substance. It was so delicious but every part of him felt slow and sickly, the sugar rushed though his body and made him feel more and more lethargic.

  • dan commented on the post, sympathy 5 years, 2 months ago

    I couldn’t imagine not caring about my emotions. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to not feel sympathy. I hear that psychopaths are defined by their inability to. They must be like emotional lepers.

  • dan commented on the post, viewpoint 5 years, 2 months ago

    We had very similar viewpoints but I still didn’t like him. He was too loud of his opinions. I found myself nodding along with most of the things he said but I didn’t like him because of the arrogance with which he said these things. He was so certain. I don’t know, I’m just not like that.

  • dan commented on the post, bicycle 5 years, 2 months ago

    The tires on the bicycle were flat. I didn’t feel like walking so I took it as an excuse to spend the day at home. I can’t tell if that was a good or bad idea, I’m less productive at home. My mind is more inclined to wander and I’m more likely to procrastinate.

  • dan commented on the post, gentleman 5 years, 2 months ago

    The gentleman was well dressed. Not a crack in his gaberdine armor. He walked down the street, perfectly composed, seemingly oblivious to the recent rainfall. He was so well composed that a pigeon crapping on his head couldn’t stop him.