• oxy commented on the post, driving 8 years ago

    When I got behind the wheel for the first time my heart thundered madly. I gulped and stared at my father, voice wavering as I noted, “I’m pretty nervous right now.” He just nodded and waved me forward, telling me to go as slow as I needed to. Slow, indeed. My very first time around […]

  • oxy commented on the post, canvas 8 years ago

    The blank canvas of the page stared me in my face. A new beginning, ready to receive the words in my head and string together a story that has been a long time coming. I’ve filled the canvas thus far with Nine thousand, two hundred, and sixty four words. Only 40,736 to go.

  • oxy commented on the post, bulb 8 years ago

    I need a new bulb– this one is broken. I slump over my keyboard and try to think of five hundred more words to hack out into my story, all the while feeling like everything is completely devoid of anything interesting. I need a new idea bulb, because mine is dead.

  • oxy commented on the post, boiling 8 years ago

    Things had reached a boiling point. That day had been in planning for a long time coming, but under the edge were tensions that were bound to explode at any time. It’s only a shame it had to happen on that day. Or perhaps it was because it was that day– one which was supposed […]

  • oxy commented on the post, root 8 years ago

    The root of the problem is me, I know it is. It’s my depression, it’s my dependency on these escape mechanisms. It’s my diet, it’s my lack of exercise, it’s my total lack of excitement for anything ever– except in rare circumstances where I actually feel powerful emotions rushing through my chest. It isn’t anyone […]

  • oxy commented on the post, wings 8 years ago

    She stretched her ivory wings out beyond her shoulders, rubbing her hands together and gazing softly upon the town nestled in the heart of the valley. They wouldn’t find her up here– she would make sure of that. She was through being the savior, for she was nothing but a person who could fly.

  • oxy commented on the post, step 8 years ago

    One step forward, five steps back. A step here, another step there. Can’t I just walk from Point A to Point B without getting entangled in this waltz that is forever spinning me here and there, whirling me closer before taking me away just as quickly? All I want in life is to support myself […]

  • oxy commented on the post, muse 8 years ago

    Where, oh where are you, my muse? People often speak of their muses as if they are a real person. Typically, Muse is a she. Muse is a she who teases their minds, tickles their creativity, but eludes them when they look to her for inspiration the most. She eludes me all the time.

  • oxy commented on the post, amuse 8 years ago

    I amuse myself when I stare in the mirror and pull funny faces. Sometimes I strike a glorious pose that pulls the cloth against the curve of my body just right, and a smile curls on my lips. I stand in front of the mirror for ten, twenty minutes, gesturing wildly and contorting my expression […]

  • oxy commented on the post, band 8 years ago

    The band marched proudly through the halls of our school, sending the sound of their drums thundering violently around the school. I always ducked down a different path when I heard them coming; it was simply too loud for me to take.

  • oxy commented on the post, lightning 8 years ago

    I miss Austin storms. I used to lay in bed, listening to forces so strong I was almost certain I might die that night. I had never lived anywhere like that before, and even though they were terrifying- humbling- I will always mourn having to leave that behind. We get “storms”, which have maybe two […]

  • oxy commented on the post, ill 8 years, 1 month ago

    When you’re ill, you go to the doctor. When your mind is ill, you go to the therapist. What happens when your relationship is ill, and it’s to the point where everything is a broken cycle? When both people discourage each other and they don’t know how to stop it?

  • oxy commented on the post, skeleton 8 years, 1 month ago

    Her skin clung to her skeleton. So frail, and not just in the body. Her mind- her mind was frail, too. She frowned at her mirror, perpetually unhappy with what meat did stand in the way between her milky skin and ivory bones. It wasn’t good enough; it never would be.

  • oxy commented on the post, trophy 8 years, 1 month ago

    I don’t have any trophies. My dad used to keep his bowling trophies in the bookcase, where I would study them and run my fingers all over the smooth metal. I’m not really a competitor, however, so the most I have is ribbons from various school events where everyone walked away with a prize. They […]

  • oxy commented on the post, cigarette 8 years, 1 month ago

    My mom smokes cigarettes. My dad used to smoke. After his heart attack, he quit, just like that. Just said one day, “I’m not going to smoke anymore,” and hasn’t had one for ten years and going. My mom? Well, she might have lung cancer. She’s still puffing away, every cigarette another future broken promise […]

  • oxy commented on the post, etiquette 8 years, 1 month ago

    What’s the proper etiquette when you see a friend that’s too far to talk to, but close enough to look in the eye? Do you look at the ground, or keep staring at them? Look at them on and off? It’s extremely awkward, but a common awkwardness shared by most people I’m sure.

  • oxy commented on the post, chores 8 years, 1 month ago

    Chores were the bane of my existence, the one thing that would put me to sleep right away. Now? I love them. A clean house, with clean things in it, means a clean mind. I like to relax, meditate, and think about how nice it is to have clean things.