• I suppose that taking time out to just look at what you’re doing might be a good idea. But I don’t have time to take time out, then I won’t get done and I won’t get this scholarship and I won’t get to college and then I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, […]

  • I’m caught in this place, not connecting to anyone. I hover on the edges, they all think they know me, but they don’t have the real connection that I so desperately need. I’m floating away all the time, like a hot air balloon with no connection to land. I don’t know how to get back, […]

  • every time she goes away, she doesn’t realize how much she’s missed. christmastime is worst – he wants her so badly to have a good christmas experience at home, to show her what she’s missing, but she believes that seeing other people having fun family christmases will make her lack of family that much more […]

  • Hmmmmm…she thinks, she sits with her pencil poised above her sketchbook and the newspaper at hand and the bright morning sun rising over the horizon…and still there’s nothing. she could almost cry. she hates being blocked, she wants her muse to come back…the drawings sometimes flow like water, other times they’re thicker than molasses.

  • she screams loudly, but it’s not loud enough. finally someone finds the megaphone and bellows, in a surprisingly rich tenor voice, “It’s time for everyone to settle down and find their seats!” she stops and stares. it’s someone she’s seen before, many times, but never thought of. but that voice – she could melt.

  • she doesn’t want to be a trophy wife. that’s all she knows at this point. she doesn’t know what she wants to be, what she wants to do with her life, but still, so many girls in her position only come out as trophy wives. and she wants so much more than that, can be […]

  • sticks and stones may break my bones. every little kid chants it on the playground. words will never hurt me. but oh crap, they hurt so bad when they’re sharp little barbs from the girl you thought was your best friend. the sticks would hurt less then. when it’s her, when it’s him, that most […]

  • She runs her fingers through her hair and once again regrets that very first cigarette. Now every day she smells of smoke, now every day she’s with him and them just to keep getting the cigarettes, she can’t see her sister anymore because she’ll make her sick – it’s every day she regrets that first […]

  • We’re all expecting something. Today I want this, tomorrow I’ll need that. We’re all expecting the world to keep going, for our plans to be fulfilled, for there to be a tomorrow. But what if there’s not? What if all our plans are in vain and tomorrow there’s nothing, nothing to expect, just nothing. What […]

  • They’re such a necessary evil…I would much prefer not to do them most days. But then, when I am away from home and don’t have the chores that structure my home time, I feel lost and lethargic, and it is a relief to get back to responsibility. that’s all chores are really – responsibility of […]

  • It doesn’t happen often, that she needs help to get something done. No one is used to the times when it comes up – they’re all used to being assisted by her. But today, she is calling for help – today her walls are coming down. He rushes to her side – she looks so […]

  • Paper. That’s all they’re made out of. But they represent so much – peace, and healing, and friendship. She holds one out to him and he takes it gently, then places it on the table with all the others – it’s the thousandth. She’ll get her one wish – but now she’s not so sure […]

  • It’s such a five-cent word these days, she thinks, as she watches the people in the park and thinks of the lies they must be telling one another. That woman holding her husband’s hand like a lifeline is having an affair with their daughter’s teacher. The man with headphones is listening to other’s conversations. And […]

  • silentalltheseYEARS commented on the post, wrath 8 years ago

    No one seems to know how much their wrath hurts when they just let it out. I bear the scars of all their beatings, but no one else can see them…no one except her. She’s so quiet too, she just accepts it…I don’t know how anyone could hurt her. But they have. Her scars are […]

  • I ran my fingers over the grooves in the Rubik’s Cube for maybe the thousandth time – they were starting to wear down and the stickers beginning to come off. I’d never been able to finish one – I’d had this since childhood. Maybe today would be my day.