• Hana commented on the post, heels 8 years, 7 months ago

    My heels are raw and bleeding. I shouldn’t have stepped on that glass. Again. It wasn’t my fault. And now my

  • Hana commented on the post, almost 8 years, 7 months ago

    Almost instantly the world blurred. Everything stirred and shifted. Colours changed and moved in ways I had never seen before. Almost had cost me my life. I had almost made it to the edge. We were ALMOST the best. I was almost positive that we were going to be okay. I was wrong. Almost isn’t […]

  • Hana commented on the post, barber 8 years, 8 months ago

    The barber sits back and examines his handy work. You can hardly recognize the man from before he walked it. He stands up and brushes the hair off of the man’s shoulders. “All done. What do you think?” The man turns to look in the mirror. “You did wonders. You and the rest of your […]

  • Hana commented on the post, sage 8 years, 8 months ago

    Sage. I don’t like this word because I don’t know anything about sage, and I can’t think of anything that I could write about sage. I know that it doesn’t smell very good, kind of like rosemary, and I know that people use it to ward demons or evil spirits away. I knew a kid […]

  • Hana commented on the post, invent 8 years, 8 months ago

    It’s not an easy thing, inventing. It takes loads of patience, and thought, and things like that. It takes skill, and cleverness and an assortment of quick thinking and careful thought. It’s also hard to be the father of an invention. I speak from experience. It’s one thing to love your work, and a completely […]

  • Hana commented on the post, tangle 8 years, 8 months ago

    Tangled in the delicate web of a spider, a fly struggles furiously. The idiotic fly had flown unknowingly into the nearly invisible web of the spider, who was slowly making his way across the threads to reach it’s meal. As I sit here watching, I can’t help but feel like way of life. We fly […]

  • Hana commented on the post, wool 8 years, 8 months ago

    The sock is made out of wool. The only reason I know that is because it tastes like sheep. I don’t like sheep. They smell and are just pure ugly. Soft? Maybe, but not my type of animal. I prefer cows, cows may smell, but they have produce much more useful stuff, like meat, and […]

  • Hana commented on the post, flare 8 years, 8 months ago

    With a dramatic flare, he throws the door open to expose the dead body. He seems so happy about the fact that he knows something that everyone doesn’t. They inch inside the room to get close to the body, find out what happened, find out who did it, find out what’s going on. Obviously he […]

  • Hana commented on the post, chocolate 8 years, 8 months ago

    Drowning. Drowning, my lungs are filling with this substance. It’s thick, thicker than water, thicker than anything. It’s hot. It’s drowning me. I try to scream but suddenly my mouth is filled with the delicious taste of coca and sugar. If I’m to die, this is surely the best way. It’s chocolate, and it’s drowning […]

  • Hana commented on the post, suicide 8 years, 8 months ago

    Contemplation. Is it really worth it? Living? I don’t know. The cool weight of a gun in my hand assures me that it’s alright. That it’s okay. One pull and it’s over. In a flash. No one has to deal with me. No one will miss me. I can sing and dance and play all […]

  • Hana commented on the post, lean 8 years, 8 months ago

    I lean against the counter table, putting my face close to his ear, “I know what you did.” He starts as my breath tickles his ear and whirls to face me, “What did I do?” “Something bad. I know what you did to that man.” “Which one?” “The one they found dead last night.” He […]

  • Hana commented on the post, furnace 8 years, 9 months ago

    Like a furnace, my room burned. Actual flames leapt from the walls, like long fingers trying to grasp me. I shrieked loudly, and backed up against the cool glass of the window. That should have been my first clue. Sweat dripped off my skin, and I cried, I’m going to burn. The thought that I […]

  • Hana commented on the post, sidetracked 8 years, 9 months ago

    I find myself sidetracked more and more lately. It’s the dream I think. The dream with the gem. Sometimes when I sleep, I dream. A dream that is strange and misty. In this dream, I’m alone. I am in a room, a white room, a room filled with mist. In the middle of the room, […]

  • Hana commented on the post, endless 8 years, 9 months ago

    Endlessly, I’ll love you endlessly. That’s what he said to me. And then he died. Sometimes I wonder if he still loves me. Or if he even remembers me. Several years ago, my best friend took a bullet to the chest that was meant for me. In his dying moments, he took the time to […]

  • Hana commented on the post, spider 8 years, 9 months ago

    Eight legs and a million eyes. These arachnids haunt my nightmares. The whole phobia started way before Lord of the Rings, and it’s stuck with me through childhood. Every time I see one I dissolve into a screaming, gibbering mess. That was how he found me. I was huddled up in the corner of the […]

  • Hana commented on the post, recipes 8 years, 9 months ago

    Recipes. I used to think they were great, you could make a delicious meal if you followed a recipe. Now I have come to understand that some recipes are not so good. Like recipes for disaster. Those are no fun at all. Once upon a time there was a lady, she used recipes to make […]

  • Hana commented on the post, sports 8 years, 9 months ago

    Sports: something I’m really not interested in, but I can understand why everyone else likes them. I understand that people think that sports are the most entertaining thing in the world. I, obviously, don’t feel that way. Oh well. I’m not good with this word and my time is up.

  • Hana commented on the post, drain 8 years, 9 months ago

    The drain is clogged. Again. It’s the third time this week. I mean after two or three times in a month you start to wonder what’s going on with the drain. My father always told me that little pipe people live in the drains, and when they get mad they clog them up. My mother […]

  • Hana commented on the post, summer 8 years, 9 months ago

    Summer, for me, is a time of boredom and horribleness. It’s a time of swimming and boys, and sitting at home all day. It’s a time worse then winter, worse then spring, worse then school. It’s the spawn of my existence, and I hate summer. I’ve hated summer ever since I met someone that shared […]

  • Hana commented on the post, wake 8 years, 9 months ago

    I wake, with a headache and a dread. I can’t remember how I got here. I don’t know anything about where I am. I don’t understand. I can’t see. I can hardly breathe. Something isn’t right. I remember going to the library. And then my mind hurts as is tries to recall images that just […]