• Clairako commented on the post, timeline 5 years, 10 months ago

    I saw the timeline on my test. Damn it, was matches or the lighter invented? I don’t know. I wrote matches, just as the time was running out. “Put your pens down,” Miss Gradler said.

  • Clairako commented on the post, shows 6 years, 2 months ago

    I love going to magic shows and see the magician wave his wand to create superb things: bunnies out of hats, a pack of cards with one suit and a long line of handkerchiefs.

  • Clairako commented on the post, available 6 years, 3 months ago

    He was available for night he told over the phone. Five minutes later he looked in his diary and saw that that time slot was already taken. His fingers redialed the number again.

  • Clairako commented on the post, broadcast 6 years, 3 months ago

    The broadcast finished airing. Mike rubbed the thin sheen of sweat on his head and sighed. He looked at Marianne, his co-host and heard her talk about something. However, he really was relieved that his first day, at this job had gone well.

  • Clairako commented on the post, roof 6 years, 3 months ago

    I sat on the roof and watch the stars. Summer’s crickets chirped and not a single cloud dusted the sky. In my pocket, my phone buzzed. I took it out and its small illuminated a new text message. I swore to myself.

  • Clairako commented on the post, both 6 years, 3 months ago

    Both of them wore the same dress. Lily, thought to herself ‘What a bitch…’, though really she knew there was a chance of it happening. Oh, it is one of the dilemmas fashionistas face.

  • Clairako commented on the post, cook 6 years, 3 months ago

    The smell of my mother’s cooking would drift around the house and make my mouth water: chicken curry, dahl, rice…mmmmm….
    Sometimes, it made me wish I could cook.

  • Clairako commented on the post, himself 6 years, 3 months ago

    He didn’t know what he was doing, only that he enjoyed doing it.

  • Clairako commented on the post, himself 6 years, 3 months ago

    He looked at himself at the mirror : navy tuxedo, a cream tie. He thought about her, in some long gown that would accentuate her features, her beauty. He thought, of how they will dancwunder the moonlight and talk about sweet nothings.

  • Clairako commented on the post, rise 6 years, 3 months ago

    The sun rises in the western horizon as it always does. I watch it from the balcony and sip some warm coffee. My thoughts are not about what will happen tomorrow or today but only on the simple beauty sunrises possess. God, I do love sunrises.

  • Clairako commented on the post, past 6 years, 3 months ago

    The past is an intangible something I got sick of writing of, a long time ago.

  • Clairako commented on the post, past 6 years, 3 months ago

    The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotten, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).