• Sophia commented on the post, compensate 5 years ago

    He slid the money across the money, and Clara thought slime should be oozing from his fingertips. Her mother grabbed the cash quickly, her eyes averted, and the man simply smirked. But Clara knew they would never be fully compensated for all they had seen. All they had lived through. So she followed her mother meekly out of the room, but all the…[Read more]

  • Sophia commented on the post, strive 5 years, 1 month ago

    i strive to win this sandwich. I strive to eat this sandwich. I strive to bite into its soft bread, and lick its soft cheese off my fingertips. And this sounds weirdly erotic. And oh my god it really just is a sandwich. A sandwich that I want to eat goodbye

  • Sophia commented on the post, hijacked 5 years, 1 month ago

    They hijacked the plane.

    Immediately, everyone felt it. The plane took a sharp dive, and the seatbelt sign went on as luggage rattled in the overhead compartment.

  • Sophia commented on the post, quest 5 years, 2 months ago

    This was a quest to end all quests, the most heroic quest of all – saving a planet. It was inevitable that Layne would come to this decision – to sacrifice himself for the people he hated, the people who never accepted him for what he was – but he would still do it. Whether or not he was alien, he would do it to save billions of lives.

  • Sophia commented on the post, coma 5 years, 2 months ago

    It was like being in a walking coma. No desire for anything. No desire to spend time with friends. Sleep wasn’t desired, but it was better than everything else. That’s what they don’t tell you, how draining it is to even be awake.

  • Sophia commented on the post, if 5 years, 2 months ago

    “What if the sky was made of chocolate?” Alice asked.
    “The what the clouds be made of?” I replied, smiling.
    “Whipped cream!”

  • Sophia commented on the post, celebrity 5 years, 2 months ago

    He was the celebrity in the room. With hair like caramel and smiles like candy, every woman in the room wanted to talk to him, to fuck him, to devour him. So instead of staying, he decided to walk outside with a freshly-lit cigarette and leave.

  • Sophia commented on the post, improv 5 years, 2 months ago

    Writing requires improvisation. It means thinking up regurgitations in a new way to make your audience cackle with hurt sides, cry with slow heaves, sit with quiet awe. If it doesn’t make the writer feel the emotions as she writes, then it isn’t good improv.

  • Sophia commented on the post, meanwhile 5 years, 2 months ago

    He sat there, wanting to taste her, kiss her, consume her in one breath.

    Meanwhile, every single one of her instincts told her to escape.

  • Sophia commented on the post, typhoon 5 years, 2 months ago

    There was only devastation. I cried the cry of a banshee, but it was ineffectual, insignificant. Everything had been destroyed.

  • Sophia commented on the post, sandcastle 5 years, 3 months ago

    There are pretty little girls playing in sandcastles, and they taste salt air like it’s candy, and mold with their hands like they tiny Michelangelos sitting in the breeze.

  • Sophia commented on the post, creativity 5 years, 3 months ago

    He painted the abyss in the night sky with his hands. With shaky fingers, he slashed galaxies, and with his toes, he dotted millions of stars. And with edged fingernails, he depicted burning meteors.

  • Sophia commented on the post, hero 5 years, 3 months ago

    There was nothing antagonistic about him. He was not the killer everyone thought him to be, could never be the one who slashed children’s bodies and the wives of old men. Could never touch someone without invitation.
    They didn’t know it, but he was their hero.

  • Sophia commented on the post, barricade 5 years, 3 months ago

    If auto-barricade were a word, it would be a noun meaning “to barricade oneself.” Which is what I do. I barricade myself into a box without choices, barricade myself into a corner where I must dance to entertain the masses, barricade myself into my bed where I hope the monsters will not touch me.

  • Sophia commented on the post, hell 5 years, 5 months ago

    The bastards of hell are all around us. They creep behind you and breathe empty promises into your ear. At night you feel their feathers touch you gently, like you are a child to them, precious, and when you close your eyes to sleep, their fangs pierce your throat as if it were butter.

  • Sophia commented on the post, measure 5 years, 5 months ago

    How do you measure the divine spark? Does it light your body electric, or are you Adam in the Michelangelo painting just before you wake?

  • Sophia commented on the post, upright 6 years, 9 months ago

    It was a quadruped, but it stood upright to overlook the rocks as they fell and broke upon the others.

  • Sophia commented on the post, hearing 6 years, 9 months ago

    It was as if I were hearing his words through a thin film of plastic, or if a layer of gauze were wrapped around my eyes as well. I hesitated and reached up to touch my face, feeling empty crevices the shape of obsidian.

  • Sophia commented on the post, separate 6 years, 9 months ago

    The lines thinned and blurred into they became puffs of smoke before my feet, and they separated into two clear parts – from which I could not make out but a reflection of my eyes.

  • Sophia commented on the post, celebrate 7 years, 5 months ago

    I guide her across the river, across the airy footsteps she’d left behind previously, indentations into a free-flowing liquid that was as ready to celebrate as was she.

    As she was ready to celebrate the dying day.