• Mary Pinkerton commented on the post, based 5 years, 7 months ago

    The first night at the house was a fairly productive one. Lots of chatter, first impressions, and latenight talking.

  • Mary Pinkerton commented on the post, polar 5 years, 8 months ago

    Anna turned the small globe over in her hands and watched the plastic snow fall. Her shopping trips didn’t normally include picking up such silly knickknacks, but there was always something about snow globes that made her hone in on them– this one contained a Russian inspired

  • This was becoming pointless; Jack rubbed his forehead, focusing the pressure in between his eyes to the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in the same position trying to think for at least twenty minutes—which felt like seven hours—with little to no success. This the foremost torture of a true artist, all this ability and not a drop of creat…[Read more]

  • This was becoming pointless; Jack rubbed his forehead, focusing the pressure in between his eyes to the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in the same position trying to think for at least twenty minutes—which felt like seven hours—with little to no success. This the foremost torture of a true artist, all this ability and not a drop of creat…[Read more]

  • It wasn’t a great venture, but it was one he made everyday. Coffee was his initial goal, but his motives changed the morning he saw her sweeping spilled beans just in front of the back store door.

  • Life has a way of telling us not when where to go or what to do, but when were in the right place. I like looking for these hints because it tells me my errors and my hardships are what I’m meant to be doing. I can only hope that this means I’m on the course to inner peace and self-actualization.

  • Mary Pinkerton commented on the post, returned 6 years ago

    She turned around to face the door. It looked just like it had her entire life, dark and wooden. She knew when each crack to the frame appeared. And she knew which ones she had put there. It’d been 14 years since she’d been home and Jan didn’t know is she was ready to be back just yet.

  • Mary Pinkerton commented on the post, embellish 6 years ago

    The coat was just lying there. It hadn’t been touched in years just shoved to the back of the closet. It was covered in fake jewels that had been dulled, picked at and broken.

  • Mary Pinkerton commented on the post, fuses 6 years, 8 months ago

    In my life friendship has always been this dividing line of me caring and going to great lengths for people, emotional support when I really needed to be doing other things, drives to be there for someone at three […]

  • It was a bit ridiculous, really. It made no sense to Curse why her name needed to be Curse, why she needed a mask, and why she needed a ridiculous costume. This was not what she signed up for.

  • She flashed a smile as the camera man signaled that they were on the air. “We’re here live at ________ where the reported ‘contamination’ had originally occurred. For those of you who have been living under a […]

  • “Get your affairs in order”. How can someone say that so coldly? Is it even possible to not feel anything as you look in to the eyes of an innocent human and tell them to make sure they don’t have any regrets […]

  • The two options were weighing against each other. Left or right. It was so simple, yet this was much more than a fork in the road. Curse had been given the ultimate cliche of heroic tests, an ultimatum. Left to […]

  • I hadn’t noticed the wind shift. It was as sudden as anything could be. Celtic music played from every corner, it blared out of bone-carved instruments, covering up the screams. The once dry ground was now […]

  • “This is it!” Jason slammed his chair against the wall as he pulled back from the desk. He couldn’t be happier. It had been seven months since he and his companions has started their epic journey together with no […]

  • The phone was boiling hot, still attached to the same part of her face that it had been for a while. She was trying so hard to get a hold on him, on anyone near him, but her sources lead to were dead ends or dead […]