• Beth A commented on the post, train 1 year, 8 months ago

    She waited for the whir of the tracks to fade. It was time. She darted across and grabbed the freshly crushed penny. It was still hot. She grinned, bringing it back to her friends, victorious.

  • Beth A commented on the post, comedian 1 year, 11 months ago

    Her knees were shaking. There was laughter coming from behind the curtain. It wasn’t going to be that hard. She’d been waiting for so long to show what she could be. But it didn’t stop hurting. There was a swell of laughter and then silence. The organizer motioned to her.

  • I blushed when I was in my cube alone. How dumb was I. And to do it in front of so many other people. They just looked at me like I was scum under their shoes.
    I’m sorry I haven’t worked here as long as you.
    I’m sorry I don’t really know what’s going on.
    I’m sorry I’m not enough for myself so I assume I’m not enough for you either.

  • Beth A commented on the post, beverage 2 years, 10 months ago

    She sipped the tea. It was cold. Chunks of milk that hadn’t dissolved lay in the bottom of the cup. It made her sick to think of it. This was the last of the milk, and it was being wasted.

  • Beth A commented on the post, true 3 years ago

    “It’s not subjective,” she said.
    “I’m just not very convinced by their argument,” he said.
    “It’s not an argument. They’re presenting the findings from their research. They developed the experiment so it would give them accurate results, not fall under what they wanted the results to be.”

  • Beth A commented on the post, answer 3 years ago

    The phone buzzed. She saw it. The same number that kept calling. It went to the answering machine. She assumed eventually the college would leave some message. Something about how her attendance was valuable. Some bullshit like that. But they never did. Just kept calling, hoping to catch her.

  • Beth A commented on the post, executives 3 years ago

    They debated the pros and cons carefully. Their decision was made. But, in the end, it didn’t affect them at all.

  • Beth A commented on the post, thieves 3 years, 1 month ago

    It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Her eyes scanned his for something she recognized. He was so focused, his gaze like a blade. She followed him through the abandoned hallways, silent except their steps.

  • Beth A commented on the post, ramp 3 years, 1 month ago

    They’d been promising it as long as she lived there. She waited for an assistant to come help her. 5 years and a million promises later and it still wasn’t here. Her assistant this time was a harried young man with acne and hair in his face. He lifted her wheelchair and helped her get inside. She turned, looking over her shoulder. If only, she…[Read more]

  • Beth A commented on the post, fortress 3 years, 1 month ago

    Reflections in the lake shimmered. Trees expanded as far as the eye could see, except for the lake, the centerpiece. This was where solitude met introspection.

  • Beth A commented on the post, citizens 3 years, 1 month ago

    Their voice had been heard. And ignored. Citizens united and were, once again, ignored. They rallied. News reports claimed riots. They blogged. Twitter screamed “comfort zones” and “safe space” like rot festering on a wound.

  • Beth A commented on the post, breakout 3 years, 1 month ago

    Running. They hid in the shadows, heart racing. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Nothing had gone right. Who told? There was no way anyone could have known what they were planning. Unless…

  • Beth A commented on the post, breakout 3 years, 1 month ago

    She admired her work. It wasn’t bad, she thought. But the lumps were obvious. She couldn’t have them, not today. Any other day she could have breakouts, but today she had to look her best.

  • Beth A commented on the post, hydration 3 years, 1 month ago

    She checked it again. This was it. The pump was stuck. She tried to rationalize. She would be fine. There were probably some other hikers around here who had a pump that worked.
    She fought the urge to kick the filter, but she still maintained hope that it would work. She pulled it out of the nasty pond. It was clogged with algae.

  • Beth A commented on the post, jury 3 years, 6 months ago

    They sat silently. He rubbed his hands as he watched them. Their faces were blank, as they had been the entire time. He’d been trying to get a read off of them, especially the women. He considered himself pretty good at reading women. That’s why he was in this mess, after all.

  • Beth A commented on the post, leverage 5 years, 10 months ago

    He’s got nothing on me, not anymore. Maybe he would have, two years ago. Maybe the promises wouldn’t have sounded so hollow, maybe they would have replaced reality for a moment like they used to. Not anymore. He’s got nothing on me.

  • Beth A commented on the post, lethargic 5 years, 10 months ago

    It’s not what they think. They say I should just get up and do something, like it’s not that hard. Thank you, numbnuts, I would have never figured that out without you. They don’t think it’s an actual problem.
    Depression is that thing that happens when you’re really sad right? But it’s just a mood, you can snap out of it.
    Right. Sooo easy.

  • Beth A commented on the post, analytical 5 years, 10 months ago

    It never occurred to her that all her asking for normalcy was what was throwing it off. That didn’t make sense. She wanted to get to the bottom of the problems, the issues throwing stones at the heart of their marriage. But, how can one so minded for complexity, for rules, for logic, be made to understand the complexity, the rules, and the logic…[Read more]

  • Beth A commented on the post, collapse 5 years, 10 months ago

    Rock climbing scared me, the height, the imminent threat of falling. Spelunking seemed different, it was less about conquering nature, more about understanding it and trying to be a part of it in a very quiet, intimate way.

  • Beth A commented on the post, prayer 5 years, 10 months ago

    Mass accumulation of positive thoughts have got to have some effect, right? If, in fact, this reality is a conglomeration of the reality everyone has agreed to see, doesn’t it seem fitting that a correctly placed hope, a prayer sent off into the wind, might find its place in a new reality?