• Nikki commented on the post, lamb 6 years, 1 month ago

    The Lamb of God, she thought dizzily in the few moments before she fainted.

    When she woke hours later, he–excuse her, He–was still standing, waiting patiently in her living room for an audience.

  • Nikki commented on the post, knock 6 years, 1 month ago

    As always, there were three knocks on the wide green door before Clyde let himself in, unannounced officially, but known to all by just this tendency. He was waving a dirty stack of newspapers, as he was also wont to do, easily excited by this political move or the next; but Sarah felt her heart drop as he stopped flailing for half a second and…[Read more]

  • Nikki commented on the post, bleeding 6 years, 1 month ago

    Clara had not, in her life, had a lot of pleasant experiences with blood. This was probably a statement that could be made about any number of people–and, very likely, a disproportionately HIGH number of people–but she felt, on days like this, where red was all she could see, that a compelling argument could be made that she was a special case.

  • Nikki commented on the post, startled 6 years, 1 month ago

    He saw why they called her Bambi the first time he caught her engrossed in work. At the call of her name–her real one, that is–and a tap of the shoulder, she flinched, wrenching her head up from her stack of crinkled paper with eyes literally as wide as saucers. ‘Startled’ was not a dramatic enough word to describe it.

  • Nikki commented on the post, embellish 6 years, 1 month ago

    She laughed silently at the wordplay. “Embellish,” it went; the decoration and essential fancification, pardon the fake word, of something, to make it grander and more impressive. But this was emBELLishing, literally. Every time she took a step or moved her head, the little silver bells braided into her hair trilled, and the ones sewn to the hem…[Read more]

  • Nikki commented on the post, cave 6 years, 2 months ago

    A billion years ago before shaving is an obligation and sewing is a thing that happens, men and women sit in caves and draw on the walls in berry juice and blood, and wonder of the future; for all that their lives have yielded seems so insignificant.

  • Nikki commented on the post, leathery 6 years, 2 months ago

    His wings, when she ran her fingers over them, were not downy and dove-soft as she expected they might be. Instead they were smooth, leathery and tough to the touch; foreign and beautiful and completely unexpected. He must have seen the surprise on her face and felt the lingering in her touches, because he gave her a smile that was half amusement…[Read more]

  • Nikki commented on the post, weathered 6 years, 2 months ago

    His face was creased and brown, weathered into a coarse, gritty thing, like the red canyon rocks buffeted by harsh winds in the Midwest. And indeed, he was a harsh old rock buffeted by the winds that came along in life, and his honest, square face was life’s canvas.

  • Nikki commented on the post, grasped 6 years, 2 months ago

    He grasped at the fruit as it dangled from the tree; foreign and exotic, the color of an indigo sunset, with its inexorable pull and tantalizing, dripping juice. He was distantly aware that this was possibly the worst decision he was ever going to make in his short and insignificant life, and he was strangely okay with that.

  • Nikki commented on the post, fatigue 6 years, 2 months ago

    Fatigue is the tiredness behind your eyes, when every blink is a call to sleep. It’s the sigh that leaves you as yet another task makes itself known within the whirlwind of activity that’s left you sapped and exhausted already. Fatigue is what grasps as your ankles and pulls you down, and what grips you in the chest and drags you under when the…[Read more]

  • Nikki commented on the post, willed 6 years, 2 months ago

    Will was quite the funny thing, when you got around to it. Will could be capable of so much, in some cases; and so very little, in others. Margaret prayed desperately that this case was one of the former, and reached out for the end of the pipe, and willed–

  • Nikki commented on the post, willed 6 years, 2 months ago

    Will was quite the funny thing, when you got around to it. Will was capable of so much, in some cases; and so little, in others. Margaret prayed desperately that this case was one of the former, and reached out for the end of the pipe, and willed.

  • Nikki commented on the post, edition 8 years, 3 months ago

    The third platinum edition of the record was Joey’s most prized possession. Carol knew that breaking it was the worst thing she could ever have done – and she cowered and shut her eyes when breaking the news. But Joey only stared at the broken record and replied, “what point is a record if I […]

  • Nikki commented on the post, none 8 years, 8 months ago

    I wrote about this yesterday.
    None – a void. Nothing but stars visible from the black hole.
    None – the lack thereof.