• Eira commented on the post, chalkboard 8 years, 6 months ago

    bueller. bueller? *writes on board* now onto less interesting things, such as — why and how these things came to pass. where is ferris bueller!

    gum pops from offstage.

  • Eira commented on the post, radio 8 years, 6 months ago

    the radio is a beautiful thing. the feeling of deep noises — the thumping bass in u2 songs or a show host with a gravelly voice — make the air vibrate. the radio sometimes crinkles, but that’s okay. the sound surrounds me.

  • Eira commented on the post, pretzel 8 years, 6 months ago

    Damn, was she good-looking. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, loose tendrils flying this way and that as she made her energetic way around the room, bending people into position. He watched as she got on her mat to perform a particularly tricky move, twisting herself like a pretzel, and reminded himself to […]

  • Eira commented on the post, eyeliner 8 years, 7 months ago

    My friend was poked in the eye today. We just took a big test and we were talking about the answers. This one girl got really excited because we all got the same answer and went to high five us, and she missed my friends hand in her excitement, instead striking the upper left face […]

  • Eira commented on the post, chorus 8 years, 7 months ago

    Angels. Coming down from the skies and singing. Gold light in shafts upon my upturned face. Harps thrumming and vibrating with my joy. Their feather wings, gilded with sunlight.

    I have a prom date.

  • Eira commented on the post, styrofoam 8 years, 7 months ago

    Styrofoam smells stale. It reminds me of the wind in my hair, driving down the lone highways with my parents, wondering if the new house is going to be prettier than the one we were driving away from. My sister crying when her toys got lost during the move. The peanuts spraying out when we […]

  • Eira commented on the post, thirst 8 years, 8 months ago

    I am actually really thirsty right now. Why does Gatorade make you feel parched? I thought it was supposed to hydrate you and all that nonsense. I feel like I’ve just eaten three spoonfuls of peanut butter. There’s a weird aftertaste in my mouth. And I’m pretty sure my mouth is blue.

  • Eira commented on the post, whole 8 years, 8 months ago

    She ate the whole damn pizza. We didn’t even dare her to. I don’t know what she was trying to accomplish or even prove, but all her work was paid off in the form of stomach cramps and the feeling of dying – slowly and painfully.

  • Eira commented on the post, sports 8 years, 10 months ago

    I played a lot of sports as a kid. I was the captain for my lacrosse and field hockey teams. I always thought I’d continue to play both of these sports during high school and college.

    Boy, was I in for a doozy.

  • Eira commented on the post, wake 8 years, 11 months ago

    I stood there and looked at her. She didn’t look back. She never wore makeup. She looked like a doll. I wanted to lean over the casket and smear that stupid lipstick off of her lips, but even if I was allowed to, I don’t think I’d actually do it. Her lips would probably be […]

  • Eira commented on the post, blotches 8 years, 11 months ago

    She looked at me for a long moment, blotchy patches of purple showing up in her face. Her small, dirty hands balling into fists. Her jaw locked, and I winced, knowing what was coming.

    “You said you’d PLAY WITH ME!!”

  • Eira commented on the post, paperclips 8 years, 11 months ago

    As Howard opened his door, he noticed there were paperclips all over the carpet. “What the…” he muttered, kneeling down and scooping up a few of them. He held them in his hand before letting them fall back to the ground as his eyes travelled across the rest of his office.

  • Eira commented on the post, stamps 8 years, 12 months ago

    People leave stamps on you. I know people have left stamps on me. But I don’t know where they are, or what they look like. Or how they affect me in day-to-day affairs. I hope the stamps that I leave on other people are good ones. My boyfriend tells me constantly how much I’ve changed […]

  • Eira commented on the post, 9 years ago

    He’s staring at me across the booth, and I suspect he’s attempting to go for a subtly seductive look, but it isn’t really working. I mean, how attractive can you be whilst eating ice cream? He gives me a wink and I try not to snort into my hot fudge, and then he bites into […]

  • Eira commented on the post, 9 years ago

    There was a girl at a sports camp I was a counsellor at this summer. Her name was Bunny. I always wondered how she got that nickname, but her mother looked kind of kooky so I guess that’s a good enough excuse. Her real name may have been Elizabeth. She was small, with these huge […]

  • Eira commented on the post, 9 years ago

    There are times in my life when all I want to do is go away. I don’t really care where. Somewhere with cool accents. And I want to embrace the solitude, I want to breathe in fresh air and be free. I want to be free. It’s too cramped in here.

  • Eira commented on the post, 9 years ago

    she ran away from the blinking red and blue lights and there was a wailing she couldnt tell if it was from that other girl or from the sirens but she would never find out she would never go back she couldnt she wouldnt and she ran and didnt stop and she cut through yards […]