• Claire commented on the post, mispelled 4 years, 10 months ago

    It’s a thing, being a Grammar Nazi. For me, it’s a hindrance to living daily life. When people miss a letter here or use improper punctuation there… it drives me absolutely bonkers. I mean, let’s be serious for a second, did you pass Kindergarten? How hard is it to spell a five letter word or know the difference between a semi-colon and a colon?…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, towering 4 years, 10 months ago

    I always knew I was short. It was part of who I was to “walk tall” and “talk tall” like my mother taught me. It’s something I’ve had to do in order to compensate for my so-called “vertical challenge.” No one usually notices my short stature as a result.

    But he took all that from me. Even from the beginning. In height, in vocal ability, in…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, swatches 4 years, 10 months ago

    Fabric swatches are all I have left of you. They litter my room like the memories you now litter my brain. When you left, you literally left a whirlwind of your clothes all over my carpet, my bed, my dressers… it’s like you made up your mind to leave in a hurry and you couldn’t decide what to take and what to leave.

    So you left a mess. You…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, duct 4 years, 10 months ago

    “I can’t get it in.”
    “What do you mean you can’t get it in?!”
    “No, I’m telling you, it won’t fit!”
    “The hell do you mean it won’t fit?”
    “I’m trying, but…”
    “Didn’t they teach you anything in med school?!”
    “Well yeah, but there’s only so much I can force the damn thing, I’ll tear the duct.”
    “Holy… you DID go to a crap school,…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, cornered 4 years, 10 months ago

    Up against a wall… then the other wall. Pinned. Hand above my head, his fingers intertwined with mine. Wrap my leg around his waist. His lips on my neck… Flip around, I push him into the corner, our eyes lock. Now I’m in control. With a flick of my tongue behind his ear, I feel him melt into me. Like I planned, I’m in charge.

  • Claire commented on the post, instigator 4 years, 10 months ago

    You have this feeling every time he walks in a room that something’s about to happen. It’s part of his DNA… or something to that effect. There’s never enough going on to satisfy him. Even if it’s something as simple as placing a vase at the edge of a table so it might just break… he’s done his job. It’s what he does. He’s a troublemaker…

  • Claire commented on the post, watchtower 4 years, 10 months ago

    Being locked up here gets lonely after a while. Everything down below isn’t much more than a series of blips moving across a dark plane. There’s only so much creativity I can muster to give those blips a story… it’s not very entertaining after a while…

  • Claire commented on the post, cake 4 years, 10 months ago

    If there’s one thing I’ll never forget, it’s the smell of her perfume. I’d catch whiffs of it every time she passed by, or when I’d brush up against her neck and hear her inhale sharply… I never understood her obsession with vanilla cake scented perfume… but it’ll haunt me now that she’s gone.

  • Claire commented on the post, believer 4 years, 10 months ago

    Begin again. Start from scratch. Give up, find something new. You believed in her once, you will find a new person to put all of your stock into like you did this last one. You’ve done it once, you can do it again. And again. And again. You are a believer. That’s what you do. You believe. If nothing else, nothing at all… you believe.

  • Claire commented on the post, stalling 4 years, 10 months ago

    A bit more time. I’m willing my fingers to move, but they’re stuck… It’s always situations like this when I freeze up… in reality, never in the simulations… I just need a bit more time… but the timer on this stupid bomb won’t stop ticking away… so is it the red wire or the green one…?

  • Claire commented on the post, sly 4 years, 10 months ago

    It was the look in her eyes. Something about it kept me… it kept me locked on her face. I couldn’t look away, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t want to look away. I knew she was up to something from the first moment her lip curled up as she smirked at me, and she had me hooked. I had to be a part of it, whatever the “it” was… whatever SHE…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, adapted 4 years, 10 months ago

    It takes a great deal of strength to overcome being unceremoniously dropped into a foreign world and living… no, not living. Not surviving either. Triumphing. Not everyone can pull that off. Only the strong survive.