• numbus commented on the post, end 6 years, 3 months ago

    He always tried to ignore it. He jumped ahead, to a time that would end. He would think back to the beginning, about everything that started, and how it started with her. He couldn’t let go. He was too afraid of what came after. Or maybe he was too naive, and there was nothing after. So then he skipped back, to a time that would begin, and he made…[Read more]

  • numbus commented on the post, master 6 years, 3 months ago

    There was so much that I put into her. She was my master. What was the oddest about this was that she loved me back. There was so much we shared. I could stare into her eyes and make us equal, even for just a moment. There was something about the electricity that coursed my head that overloaded and blacked out. And it could never be. She acted…[Read more]

  • numbus commented on the post, simple 6 years, 4 months ago

    It was very hard to understand, at first. She scanned it over and over. What was wrong? Something was tugging at her and it made it unnerving for her to be present. She wanted to step off, turn around, and walk away. But she stood still. She was stuck. She could not walk out, not on him. And in that moment, it made sense. It was him. That was what…[Read more]

  • numbus commented on the post, higher 6 years, 4 months ago

    I felt my knees buckle. My chest was burning. I felt it true, for the first time ever. And as my heels pained, I was seeing the sky unveil before me. I felt the pressure build up against my ears. As I continued, I felt a burden loosen even as I tired. My shoulders were relieved. I could finally see the top. I was climbing higher and higher.

  • numbus commented on the post, cook 6 years, 4 months ago

    I cooked. It’s what she loved. That was what she loved about me, so I cooked. I cooked all night, with the radio on and jamming to my favorite tunes that I could remember listening to as a teenager. Old memories came in: Going to high school, my first girlfriend, my first kiss, my first dance, my first award. But when the meal was done, and I…[Read more]

  • numbus commented on the post, claim 6 years, 7 months ago

    When he claimed that the object as his, everyone stopped in awe. Only about one fourth of the audience believed that he was lying. But why would he lie? Not in front of his community? Not in front of his wife? […]

  • numbus commented on the post, hinge 7 years, 2 months ago

    He hinged on to her. How could he not? He was just in love, that’s all. It was just an instinct, and that’s it. He felt danger, competition. Something had ticked him off. And now all he felt for was the girl. But she was the danger. She was the competition. She was the lie… […]

  • numbus commented on the post, bland 7 years, 3 months ago

    It was a very colorful taste at first. But things change over time. Now they say that tigers change their stripes, but that is not true. It’s the difference between changing the stripes all together or simply changing the stripe formation, or position. But her man had become bland, and her idea of love had […]

  • numbus commented on the post, lilies 7 years, 3 months ago

    The lily field was the first place they met. It was their favorite place to go to if they were having a bad time, and usually at the same time. They would always coincidentally meet up. But when the fires hit and the lilies were gone, so were other things… And the mans guilt grew […]

  • numbus commented on the post, oil 7 years, 3 months ago

    The oil, oddly enough, is what kept them together. Such a simple material item is all it took. And yet as simple it was, it was the most complicated, greedy thing that could ever exist. But when he quit his job at the oil refinery, she gave up. She could not stand it anymore. The […]

  • numbus commented on the post, deaf 7 years, 3 months ago

    He could not stand her. He can’t believe it as he was now. The first time he met her he got all these warm, fuzzy feelings whenever his eyes laid a chain of locked love on her. But now she yelled, she talked, she whined, she complained… as if she was going out of her […]

  • numbus commented on the post, gown 7 years, 4 months ago

    Although very uncomfortable to her, she wore it anyways. She didn’t like her wedding gown. It never really felt… natural… to her. She even preferred to wear her night gown! She felt awkward and unsteady wearing it, as though deep inside her, her love for this man may also be hiding behind it’s own gown. […]

  • numbus commented on the post, return 7 years, 4 months ago

    His return was a funny thing. Nobody expected it. After having a refund on his current movie, he decided to rent another. However, he wanted to keep it. Never returned it. Never… He was a sad man. He’d rather sit inside his apartment watching movies than going outside and meeting people, and engaging, and having […]

  • numbus commented on the post, left 7 years, 5 months ago

    The man turned left. Although, maybe he should have gone right. The man likes to do right. Right is what he does, it’s his profession even. But sometimes he goes out of his way to help others and just gets left behind. So he turned left, just to know what it feels like…

  • numbus commented on the post, riots 7 years, 5 months ago

    Is this about occupying Wall Street? I’m not doing this…

  • numbus commented on the post, automatic 7 years, 5 months ago

    I am automatically writing this sentence. This paragraph (if it even is a paragraph). Funny how some things are automatic. My brain has probably automatically mapped out my sent four sentences and I haven’t even thought of them consciously yet. Funny how the brain works… Ha. Either way, at least I am not as automatic […]

  • numbus commented on the post, comfort 7 years, 5 months ago

    When the man tried to comfort his wife. She shrugged him away. How could he? And why? THAT thought wasn’t comforting at all. She got her keys, her blue purse, a dress, and drove away. She didn’t know where to go to, either.

  • numbus commented on the post, radical 7 years, 6 months ago

    Radical is a funny word. Radical usually means out of the norm, but in today’s terms in means “cool” or “sick”, like “radical man!”… I wish I were radical. I always wanted to be in an adventure, with an adrenaline rush. Like Percy Jackson, or Thomas and the Maze Runner, or Harry Potter.