• Kate312 commented on the post, texture 6 years, 6 months ago

    Texture. Textiles. Bathroom floor tiles. Textures in a rubbly manner, as if visiting the bathroom is like visiting the pebbled beach. Tred carefully on the textured floor tiles.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, dehydrated 6 years, 6 months ago

    Dehydrated ice cream, that’s space food. Don’t let them make you think it’s anything exciting. Go for the real ice cream from the little shop down the street. I mean, maybe not everything is quite as neat as it seems.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, bandages 6 years, 8 months ago

    The tin can lingered atop the dusty medicine cabinet shelf. I reached for it, and I felt the grimy sticky residue under my fingerpads. Inside, they thought, were bandages. Simple bandages in an old tin bandage […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, crust 6 years, 8 months ago

    Crust will make your hair curly, or so my grandmother said. Cut the crusts of my sandwich, I always requested. But the crusts are what make your hair curly! She spoke slyly, trying to convince little old me to […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, distributor 6 years, 8 months ago

    The beer distributor truck pulled into the parking lot. My buddy and I watched it mosey along across the parking spaces. Harmless, it would seem. Not going fast enough to startle anybody really, except for the […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, base 6 years, 10 months ago

    First base! The crowd roared, waving their orange and off-orange pendants. “The Basball Players have reached first base! A first in the history of the Baseball Players!” An odd team name, yes, but not quite as […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, entrée 6 years, 11 months ago

    The cat ate the entire batch of cornish hens, which was the dinner party’s entree. He was found later, vomiting in the hallway. And so the party began, no cornish hen for dinner, but there was cat puke in the hallway.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, ruby 6 years, 11 months ago

    On the sand, white like the polar bear’s coat. She scooped it, and closed her eyes as the sand fell gently between the spaces of her fingers. Her eyes opened to examine the beauty. A ruby, more brilliant than […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, drifting 6 years, 12 months ago

    away flotsam away away into the sun away into the horizon drifting away away away…away like a feather. away like a leaf.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, residue 7 years ago

    The residue of the old scotch tape lingered on my Great Aunt’s chest of drawers. She died in her house, and this is what I got. Crappy. Old. Furniture. Now, I didn’t really know her– other than the delicious […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, trunk 7 years ago

    At the end of the bed, the black trunk with its brass knobs sat patiently. So empty were its insides, longing to be filled. So still it had been all these years, longing for an adventure. The trunk remembered […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, torch 7 years ago

    In the night, on the boat, blowing in the gusts. They shielded the flame with their bodies, but the wind wound about them, and the wind won as wind often does.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, belief 7 years ago

    The walls of belief fell upon the seats beneath, but underneath the wall of belief and the seats beneath were small pieces of cheese. But the cheese, paired best with some tea, was one belief that had befallen […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, brunch 7 years ago

    The eggs and toast and tea were arranged delicately upon the white lace table cloth. She was returning to her seat with a bowl of brightly colored fruit– pink watermelon, pale yellow pineapple, and vibrant […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, demonstration 7 years ago

    Two pieces of bread. One jar of jam. One jar of peanut butter. Drop from a roof. Catch in a tub. Throw into the sky. This is not a how-to demonstration of the making of a sandwich.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, swing 7 years ago

    To and fro. The candy cane striped metal frame held the swaying swing. It swung, to and fro. Weeds wound up those candy cane poles and latched onto the poor swaying swing. To and fro, it swung on, pulling the […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, town 7 years ago

    At the bottom of the cliff, the town waited. Miles away, a storm brewed, roaring closer. The townspeople shut their doors and covered their heads with their blankets– the ultimate protection.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, blast 7 years ago

    Blast! The rocket went. Hop! The hopscotch shouted. Toss! The baseball pleaded. Sing! The music sheet sung. Eat! The sandwich smiled. Live! Life insisted.

  • Kate312 commented on the post, loss 7 years ago

    Loss. Loss. I would say I was at a loss for words. But it was not the words for which I lost, but my sense of being. My being, like my words, was me. But my words only represent me. Okay, this is doesn’t […]

  • Kate312 commented on the post, flirt 7 years, 1 month ago

    Flirt. First lose iguanas really tight. Confession: I don’t flirt because I’m terrible when it comes to that. Well, maybe I attempt to flirt, but fail. And it’s embarrassing. Uninteresting.