• ocadd commented on the post, smiled 5 years, 4 months ago

    We were jumping on the ice for hours. And we had been doing it for hours for years. And then it was not the same as it had been for years. He jumped and the river smiled. Not the kind of smile you would like to see. But one that creaked and cracked around him.

  • ocadd commented on the post, smiled 5 years, 4 months ago

    She turnd to me. It had been the first time all day. I suppose I had not been expecting it because I just continued to look her in the eye, gawking. Then she smiled. As if in some way to let me know my appreciation of her beauty was okay. And she welcomed it. I will not forget that day. I will not forget how kind she would become.

  • ocadd commented on the post, church 5 years, 5 months ago

    The steeple poked from behind the trees as its bells accompanied the whine of the wind from the coast. Today was a day everyone who had avoided their god for the past year would come to face him. In the least each would give his or her condolences to their creator for his/her loss.

  • ocadd commented on the post, apprehend 5 years, 7 months ago

    He inteneded to divulge the ideas he had harboured behind the barriers of his conscious mind. To them it would seem ridiculous. Could they apprehend the notions he was so pushed to reveal. To illuminate with such harshness. Societies could collapse. On the Origin of Species might kill God.

  • ocadd commented on the post, apprehend 5 years, 7 months ago

    The brush apprehended the suspected victim as he scurried through the woods. Behind him was his predator. A chase ensued upon confrontation. It had been like little else he had experienced. He looked into the loch and there it stood as a reflection. His silhouette.

  • ocadd commented on the post, past 6 years, 9 months ago

    It was different. Mostly because of simplicity. But maybe there was an understanding. The way we lived. The ideas we held. Maybe the universe held a truth to it that we could observe. Then our ideations got in the way. Then we began to create a god.

  • ocadd commented on the post, conceal 7 years, 8 months ago

    Carried to from bar like fishermen to a net. However, it seems he couldn’t drink quite as well as the fish. It also seems he couldn’t quite keep his mouth shut. Now a bad headache won’t be his biggest worry, nor will it be from the hangover.

  • ocadd commented on the post, bland 7 years, 8 months ago

    Sharply creased tan and blue. Quaker in nature and covered in cotton wool. Black and white whit. Building blocks of perfection. Mere seats for the spunk. But no seat like the tattered threads and bad design of his comfortable origins. Here he realized the mistake in a choice for bland.

  • ocadd commented on the post, thorns 7 years, 8 months ago

    Look around me. The green and reds, and above me, the blue and reds. I never knew anyone to look at me. I end up being but a pain, getting under their skin. I never intend it to be the way it is, but I can’t help but hurt others, it’s just the way I […]

  • ocadd commented on the post, thorns 7 years, 8 months ago

    Upon this bed lay his heart. The moment that no man should want to hear. The moment that epic high seems no longer worth it. And his stomach would crouch away from the bed, sinking ever deeper into the pit. But his hear it stuck, stabbed by the bed of thorns.

  • ocadd commented on the post, thorns 7 years, 8 months ago

    Struggling against the tugs. Seeping, oozing, stinging. He had to escape, he had to trudge away. He had to get out. Out of the thorns.

  • ocadd commented on the post, trunk 7 years, 8 months ago

    I paced back and forth. The walls were too narrow and the hall too short. I hadn’t seen a way out of this one. Stuck in this trunk of a dilemma. Someone had strapped the leather flaps closed and sealed them with their brass belt buckles.

  • ocadd commented on the post, trunk 7 years, 8 months ago

    I wasn’t sure if I should leave the trunk or take it. It was so pretty, old and smelled like leather… But it had come with the house. So much mystery surrounded the trunk. Even the owners before didn’t know where it came from. It had just… always been there.