• vish commented on the post, radical 7 years, 6 months ago

    He laid a hand on her stomach. It was still soft, as he had always remembered it, but he knew that a cyclone churned underneath. The free radicals she’d been exposed to during her work had permeated her bloodstream, and now even opening her eyes was a challenge. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, […]

  • vish commented on the post, sidetracked 8 years, 3 months ago

    They all turned and stared at me for a moment, beginning to recognize that I wasn’t a circus performer. I’d have to talk fast or they would probably kick me out. I also knew she was probably the kind of girl who got a lot of attention from men… The best way to win her […]

  • vish commented on the post, recipes 8 years, 3 months ago

    I got my chance when the crowd began dissipating after the finale. It was magnificent — there were fireworks, lasers… the works. But I was still watching the girl. I had to sneak around for a bit, staying long after everyone in the audience had been shepherded out of the circus. I walked around, pretending […]

  • vish commented on the post, sports 8 years, 3 months ago

    I couldn’t help it — I closed my eyes, laid my head on the grass, and went back in time again. What was it that drew me to her first? I’ll be honest. It was her lithe, athletic body, maneuvering through every circus obstacle and trick like they were all just child’s play. But, captured […]

  • vish commented on the post, drain 8 years, 3 months ago

    I was tempted to go, but I felt drained. Even lifting my fingers slightly was exceedingly difficult, and going to a circus, surrounded by the flashing lights and dancing people and silly clowns seemed impossible. But I forced myself to get up, get dressed, and get out the door.

  • vish commented on the post, edition 8 years, 3 months ago

    I pulled out my old journal, a heavy, leatherbound book that I had scrawled all my memories on — memories of the times I’d shared with her, suspended in time with the strokes of my trusty old ballpoint pen.

  • vish commented on the post, summer 8 years, 3 months ago

    I sighed and collapsed backwards onto the grassy field, crushing a few flowers as I landed. The sky above was a pretty azure, spotted with a handful of dusty white clouds. It was really a perfect day. I only wished I had someone to share it with.

  • vish commented on the post, blotches 8 years, 3 months ago

    “Goddamnit!” she screamed at herself in the mirror. A few other women in the bathroom turned to stare at her, but quickly returned to their own business. Her eye makeup — the elaborate layering of eyeliner and eye shadow — had gotten smeared and blotched all over her face when she started crying. This would […]

  • vish commented on the post, ragged 8 years, 3 months ago

    The hunter’s green clothing was in tatters by the time he walked through the door of his house. Collapsing on the floor, he held up the grisly trophy of the evil wolf’s paw for all to see. His wife rushed over to him, trying to tend to his wounds, but he shrugged off the help […]

  • vish commented on the post, respectable 8 years, 3 months ago

    The gentleman, dressed in a dark navy suit and armed with a cane, top hat, and monocle, made his way through the town. Unperturbed by the suffering and decay around him, he maintained his respectable demeanor effortlessly, tipping his hat at other gentlemen and ladies as he passed by them.

  • vish commented on the post, perfectly 8 years, 3 months ago

    “Perfectly executed!” the old man exclaimed in his light British accent, clapping his hands together. The sound reverberated throughout the empty theater, dying down at first but echoing back a few moments later in a chorus of “Perfectly!”s. Even though the praise came from only one man, I basked in it — I was finally […]

  • vish commented on the post, discover 8 years, 3 months ago

    It was the purported reason they’d set out in the beginning — sailing around the world, discovering all the canals and bays and trading ports and routes that would lead them back to their home after their arduous journey. Though belief in that ideal started off strong, it began to dwindle. The eventual mutiny was […]

  • vish commented on the post, fiction 8 years, 3 months ago

    I’d have deemed it a figment of my imagination if it hadn’t just happened right in front of my eyes. It was like something you might read in any novel: people are walking back from a night of revelry, a little dazed, and not mindful of where they’re going. Before they know it, they’ve been […]

  • vish commented on the post, phrase 8 years, 3 months ago

    How do I phrase this? It’s the constant dilemma of my life. Others, who simply cruise through language without a care for diction or syntax, are not plagued with this perpetual confusion, the endless doubt about which arrangement of which words will create the perfectly-phrased statement to communicate my thoughts.

  • vish commented on the post, notice 8 years, 3 months ago

    It’s a common motif in songs — Kings of Leon’s “Use Somebody,” Death Cab for Cutie’s “I Will Possess Your Heart.” That’s all we really want, isn’t it? To be noticed, known, remembered by people who we deem to be meaningful. That desire for respect and admiration is what drives so many of us to […]

  • vish commented on the post, wishing 8 years, 3 months ago

    They do come true, sometimes. But the old, worn-out adage tends to be true — sometimes you get exactly what you wanted, and then realize it’s not all you thought it would be. On the other hand, sometimes what you wanted turns out to be so much better than what you could’ve imagined. That’s happened […]

  • vish commented on the post, tarnished 8 years, 4 months ago

    I sat at the little table on my porch, rocking back and forth in my chair and polishing the ancient pennies with a dirty rag and some vinegar. Neighbors, passersby, children — they all wandered past. But I was engrossed in the coins, their once brilliant sheen, tarnished by time and restored again with a […]

  • vish commented on the post, obvious 8 years, 4 months ago

    “Obviously, that’s not the case here.” It was her favorite word. As if everyone in the entire world always knew what she was thinking and agreed with it wholeheartedly, and she was just vocalizing her thoughts as a chore. I found it incredibly annoying, but I couldn’t mention it to her — people don’t take […]

  • vish commented on the post, closed 8 years, 5 months ago

    Because of her parents’ rocky marriage, she’d decided at an early age to close herself off to everyone. In contrast with most people, she rejected any efforts for human connection. She believed that everyone was self-interested, so anyone who tried to get closer to her, she decided, was simply trying to take advantage of her.

  • vish commented on the post, affection 8 years, 5 months ago

    Her caress was as gentle as a rose petal brushing against my skin, so it’s understandable that I didn’t feel it at first. After all, she didn’t want me to. She wanted me to keep sleeping while she just watched me protectively, with a perfectly content smile on her face.