• Mara commented on the post, shock 2 years, 10 months ago

    Shock is a bad word to use. It’s a nothing word. A word that can only mean something to you if you’re in the thick of it. You can’t feel shock by reading it. You can’t feel shock by saying it. You can only feel it when you’re down on your knees, waist deep in it. You can only feel it if it’s taken your heart out of your chest.

  • Chelsea Leigh commented on the post, lining 5 years, 6 months ago

    She held the dress up against her body, meeting his eye in the mirror. “Well? What do you think?” she prompted.

    He grimaced slightly; her smile faltered.

    “You don’t like it,” she muttered. It wasn’t a question.

    “It’s beautiful,” he corrected her quickly. “I just don’t think it’s the one. It’s not hers. It’s not what we’re looking for.”

  • “You know that what you’re doing is completely stupid, right?”

    “Yeah…but it’s fun.”

    “Okay, but it’s not going to be so fun when you accidentally kill yourself.”

    “Sure, fair enough — but I won’t know, because I’ll be dead.”

    “…you are truly insufferable.”

    “Thanks. So are we doing this, or what?”

    “Unfortunately. Let’s go then.”

  • “You started this whole thing. You know that, right?”

    The words seemed to offend him, even though they were true. He swallowed thickly and turned to face me.

    “You don’t think I was alone in instigating this, do you?” His response took me by surprise. “There were several of us — eight, to be exact. We know exactly what we’re doing…and why…[Read more]

  • She didn’t know what she was looking for, just that she would die if she failed to find it. Elisavet had warned her of the repercussions of a failed mission, and she replayed her ominous words over and over in her mind: “If you don’t find it, they will find you.”

    They could have offered her a bit more guidance. Now she was stuck, fighting for…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, wilderness 5 years, 9 months ago

    there’s nothing wild about the word wilderness; an absence of that strong vowel sound has ripped the word of its savagery. wilderness beckons. you hear it and you’re standing at the foot of a forest, and you are not afraid.

  • Mara commented on the post, strike 5 years, 10 months ago

    Strike like snakes bearing their white fangs, gleaming beneath the sun.
    Strike – I was never struck. I was never bitten, never beaten. I was thrown out of cars and pushed against walls, but never struck.
    Strike – picket against the feeling that’s been tearing you apart inside. Refuse to leave until it puts on its shoes and the door hits its…[Read more]

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  • Mara commented on the post, defined 6 years ago

    I talked about morals with a friend today, and about how Rahab lied to protect others. She was praised, but the Bible still says lying is wrong.
    I talked about psychology and religion with you today. We talked about the phenomenological perspective – how things exist because they exist in the minds of people. Is that defined enough?
    I thought…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, firearm 6 years, 1 month ago

    Firearm. Arms made of fire. You could touch me and I’d combust. And that’s not what that means, firearms are weapons of anger. But I think if you shot me, all I’d feel would be love. Love, love, bleeding red, and I’m staring up at your face like you’ve freed me from something.
    Firearm. Arms made of fire. You could hold me and I could fall…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, bourbon 6 years, 1 month ago

    I imagine the taste of bourbon, how it would sting my virgin lips. I imagine what you tasted like after a shot of whiskey in my name. I have drank alcohol, but nothing is as heady as your slurring words.

  • zoe posted an update 6 years, 9 months ago

    That night. The night. It will always be cased in resin, perfectly preserved; the perfect night.

    We both indulged in some psychedelics that night. Though, your trip was going downhill while mine soared. I could feel your uncomfortableness. It pulsed out to me like radio waves. You went away to try and purge yourself of the fungus that was…[Read more]

  • zoe posted an update 6 years, 9 months ago

    I do not know where these tears flow from.
    I do not know of their cause.
    What makes them to continue
    to stream down my face
    while I sob
    over nothing.

  • zoe commented on the post, size 7 years, 1 month ago

    Size. It matters. Sadly in society today outer beauty has become overpowered. The beautiful personalities of people have been lost by the weight they wear on their bones. And not the weight of their image of themselves inside.

  • Just keep dreaming. It’ll push you along. You’ll find your way if you don’t let reality have a grasp on your future. Just keep floating onward, you know you’ll end up where you belong if you just close your eyes and live as if you were really free.

  • Chelsea Leigh commented on the post, higher 7 years, 2 months ago

    Higher is when you’re already intoxicated but you decide to push yourself further and do more because even though you probably can’t even remember your name right now you want to get even sillier that’s what dummies do and you shouldn’t do drugs kid okay it will ruin your life eat spaghetti instead

  • Chelsea Leigh commented on the post, both 7 years, 2 months ago

    It didn’t happen. After all that planning, all that fretting and worrying and lack of sleep, it never even happened.

    Words could not describe the anger that ravaged her.

    She glared up at him, not even daring to address her future step-mom. She just glared right up at him, spat, “If you can’t just have us both, I had hoped you’d at least…[Read more]

  • I accidentally found her. By complete mistake. I never intended for this to happen, but it did. I found her, and then I lost her, and now I have me, myself, I, but no one else. Myself, but not her. And she was all I wanted, and I didn’t know it until I lost her on purpose.

  • Chelsea Leigh commented on the post, rise 7 years, 2 months ago

    It was the last thing she expected to see upon waking in the morning, but there it was anyway, glaring and gruesome: the ring that she’d rejected, left to lie upon her table for God knows how long. He must have sent a servant here sometime during the night. She detested him now more than ever; she defied him, and he responded in such a way?