• Danielle commented on the post, vacancy 1 year ago

    The apartment’s been empty for a few years now, but I keep going back to it. Whenever I’m in your part of town, I drive past, almost expecting you to be there waiting for me. It’s stupid. I shouldn’t be looking for you still, after all this time, but you DID make me a promise.

  • Danielle commented on the post, sterile 5 years, 9 months ago

    the walls are white, clean, unfamiliar; i don’t recognize anything in this room and i don’t recognize the gleaming chrome instruments, nor the linens, nor the men in masks and scrubs who say that it won’t hurt at all, over in just a second, yes, that’s a good boy now open your mouth. i am anesthetized. i cannot even scream.

  • Danielle commented on the post, sinking 8 years, 5 months ago

    Sometimes I feel like I’m sinking. I hit my peak a few years ago, and now, nothing really seems to be going REALLY well for me. I’m doing fine, good, even, but I’d prefer “great”.

  • Danielle commented on the post, transport 8 years, 5 months ago

    the buzz of electric light
    i sit alone in an airport on stiff plastic chair, bags at my feet, the world before my eyes
    my plane is delayed
    seven hours to flight
    seven hours to freedom

  • Danielle commented on the post, brick 8 years, 5 months ago

    SLAM–the force shook her teeth in her skull as she felt her body shake. It seemed like every inch of her was still quivering as she fell to the muddy cement after colliding so roughly with the wall.

  • Danielle commented on the post, step 8 years, 5 months ago

    Step, one two three, step, one two three–

    “Ow! You’ve trodden on my toes again,” she whines, scowling and breaking their near-perfect waltz position.

    “They were on the wrong position!”

    “Oh, THEY were? What about you?!”

  • Danielle commented on the post, muse 8 years, 5 months ago

    “It’s only natural, that I should love you.”

    His hands drift over the sculpture’s arms–arms he himself has molded from earth and clay.

    “I made you. Isn’t that right, Galatea?”

    She does not reply; her tongue is marble, cool, immobile.

  • Danielle commented on the post, violet 8 years, 6 months ago

    There was a sad look in her eyes, but not particularly unhappy; no, she had grown used to her lot in life, a lot of misfortune, and she dealt with it gracefully, taking every setback with firmness of heart and calmness of mind.

  • Danielle commented on the post, cigarette 8 years, 6 months ago

    smoke drifting lazily from her lips, wisps of white and air as she exhales, blows smoke, nicotine-tar gas. it mingles with the air, the air of storm, the oddly fresh scent of cement wet with rain, and is gone in an instant–and she is as well, stiletto pumps splashing ever-so-slightly in the puddles as the […]

  • Danielle commented on the post, cast 8 years, 6 months ago

    “Ow!” “Hold still, the more you move, the more likely I’ll be cutting off part of your arm with the plaster.” “Fine, fine.” This is completely against every rule his mother has told him. Do what the doctor says–broken. Don’t listen to anything Uncle Marty tells you, he’s a loose cannon–broken. Don’t mess with the […]

  • Danielle commented on the post, held 8 years, 7 months ago

    “I’ll hold it for you.” That was the last thing I said to you, I think. You gave me the little watch like it was a precious treasure instead of a rusted heirloom, too busted up and worn to even sell to a pawn shop, and fled, gathering the folds of your coat to your […]

  • Danielle commented on the post, wonder 8 years, 7 months ago

    Do you ever wonder what happens when you die?

    Some people say that you see a light, or that everything goes cold. That you see black; that there’s nothing after, that there’s everything after.

    I’m not in such a hurry to find out, but it’s something to think about, isn’t it?

  • Danielle commented on the post, smile 8 years, 7 months ago

    “Your face is going to stick that way if you don’t stop scowling like that.” “Like what?” He scowls harder, brows knitting, the corners of his mouth turning down, eyes scrunching together. “Like THAT! You’ve got a wonderful smile, you really must do it more often.” He rolls his eyes and smiles–or grimaces, rather, as […]

  • Danielle commented on the post, chalkboard 8 years, 7 months ago

    The screeching of nails across a chalkboard seems to stab through his eardrums, searing, angry, dissonant–a hot poker of piercing, horrible noise.

    The bespectacled woman turns to face him, a face as clear and calm as nothing else, and grins serenely.

    “I take detention seriously.”

    God, this teacher’s a crazy bitch, isn’t she?

  • Danielle commented on the post, radio 8 years, 7 months ago

    The radio buzzes faintly. He hardly notices it anymore–it has become little more than a faint, background crackle, fading into the noise that the fire makes as it devours the old maps he feeds to it. “–ion dead. Casualties rising–” He stares deep, deep into the heart of the flames. “Radiation damage–” How funny. He’s […]

  • Danielle commented on the post, thirst 8 years, 9 months ago

    He longed for his touch.

    Like a man without a drink of water his throat burned, his face burned, the ineffectually sensitive organ in his chest pounding, pounding, pounding as the veins in his forehead thrummed, thrummed, thrummed for his lips, his mouth, his kiss.

  • Danielle commented on the post, wool 8 years, 11 months ago

    “My dear.”
    “Mnn?”

    Jack rolls over, the haze of sleep still a heavy weight upon his eyes.

    Stephen shifts under the covers. Closer.

    “Good morning.”

  • Danielle commented on the post, revolt 8 years, 11 months ago

    He trusted him. He knew that, though the seeds of anarchy were sown deeply in the man’s soul, he would never stage a mutiny. Not on this ship–not when the men were so attached to both their captain and their doctor. They were good men, really, good men that trusted each other and trusted the […]

  • Danielle commented on the post, optimism 9 years, 1 month ago

    He wasn’t usually one to have bright, optimistic feelings about, well, many things, but today, he had a good feeling. Each step he took towards the forest was strong, certain. They were going to win this battle.

  • Danielle commented on the post, possibility 9 years, 1 month ago

    There were so many things that he could’ve done with his life. At least that was what his father had told him, ruffling his hair and walking away, as he always did. Well, he’d shown him. He’d shown him, hadn’t he? Emir dropped the kitchen knife. It clattered to the ground, scattering droplets of blood […]