I used to think of nature as stillness. It was so peaceful, how could it be anything but still? But then I opened my eyes. And my ears, and my soul. Nature is life–the wind, the water, the creatures–everything […]
the poster’s pretty much just there. It’s not designed better than anything else, really. And I don’t really know what it’s for–maybe some movie that i’ve never seen. Or a band. it’s just part of the clutter that […]
I pushed off of the sidewalk, landing with both feet in the puddle. The water splashed out, spraying everyone with last night’s rain. I grinned and kept walking. The water had soaked through to my socks, but I was […]
I pushed the thumbtack into the wall, maybe a little too hard. The wall was chaos now, a clutter of pages that meant nothing to anyone but me. Artwork done by my friends, posters made by me, certificates, awards, […]
I twisted my hair into a bun and clipped it in place. I pulled the hood over my head and looked in the mirror to make sure there was no hair showing. The baggy hoodie made me look like a boy, which in this case […]
I burst through the cracked window with my shoulder. The glass shattered and I kept going, over the windowsill and over the pool. I waved my arms and kicked my legs, trying to get control of my body before I hit the water.
I looked around again. I couldn’t really help it. I was in a cage. A literal, made-of-steel-bars cage. This kind of thing really only happened in the movies, right? Cartoons and all. Not in real life and certainly not to me.
I’ve never really been a breakfast person. I’m a brunch kind of girl–I wake up hungry, but that’s never before ten. So by the time I make my food, it’s either brunch or lunch, depending on the time and the actual food.
2-4-6-8… I’m glad we know how to count by twos, but who comes up with these slogans? Catchy, easy to remember, I get. But is the best thing for our cause really to cater to the lowest common denominator? Or […]
I don’t know what it is about heels, stockings, and form-fitting pencil skirts that people deem professional. Couple that with a blouse and a blazer, and you’re a veritable CEO. But damn, is it uncomfortable.
I’ve never actually been to the town. But I’ve seen it. Father goes in every two weeks, to buy supplies, but I only get as far as the meadow. He says that the townspeople are evil, that they’ll corrupt my soul.
I leaned back against the wall and sunk to the floor, breathing hard. I ran the back of my hand over my forehead to get the sweat off. My hair probably looked awful, but I didn’t really care. I was tired, but in a good way.
I traced the outlines of the faces sewn into the tapestry. It was like those paintings where the closer you got to them, the less sense it made. From far away, this was a work of art. But when I looked at it in […]