• Kristin commented on the post, pediatrician 4 years, 8 months ago

    The pediatrician was an elderly gentleman. An old soul with old glasses and an even older haircut. His office, though sterile, was homely, like a grandmother’s parlor. Knick-knacks decorated his desk.

  • Kristin commented on the post, nobody 4 years, 8 months ago

    There was nobody on the bridge as she slowed to a stop. Her sneakers squished along the rain-soaked timbers. She dropped her elbows over the railing and ducked her head. Her breath still pulsed quickly out of her chest as the water slipped smoothly away below her.

  • Kristin commented on the post, ski 4 years, 9 months ago

    I have never been skiing. The wind whisks through the strands of hair escaping from my cap. I look down the long slope of ice and fear, the tips of my awkward extended feet balancing over the edge.

  • Kristin commented on the post, denim 5 years, 5 months ago

    The denim stuck to her legs, a sheath of taught, damp fabric that moved uncomfortably along with her every step. In this heat, she wanted nothing else than to trade the jeans for something less restrictive, but the harsh winds and biting sand required something protective.

  • Kristin commented on the post, lemon 5 years, 5 months ago

    The lemon tree stood sentry in the backyard. Its branches brushed the top of the fence, its fragrant leaves rubbing against the wood with every brush of wind. She stood beneath it, shielding her eyes against the noonday sun.

  • Kristin commented on the post, routine 5 years, 6 months ago

    He followed his routine exactly everyday. He arose from bed, padded to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth for a minute and a half. He rinsed his mouth with the cup that stood by the sink.

  • Kristin commented on the post, genetics 5 years, 6 months ago

    Her genetics showed through in every freckle that dotted her forehead. Her dark green eyes were flecked with the memories of her mother.

  • Kristin commented on the post, flea 5 years, 6 months ago

    The flea fled in a flight of fancy. “I shall flee,” said the flea. “Where shall you flee, flea?” asked the fly. “I will flee to wherever a flea can be free,” cried the flea, as he delighted in homonyms.

  • Kristin commented on the post, flee 5 years, 6 months ago

    Her flee from the mountain was swift. She could feel their eyes on her back as she sped down the rocky slope. Her feet crunched roots and dried leaves beneath her jagged path. Her legs pounded down the mountainside, aided by gravity’s punishing help.

  • Kristin commented on the post, baffled 5 years, 6 months ago

    She stood, baffled, at the spot where her car used to be. The keys hung uselessly in her lax grip. The wind swept through the empty spot, twisting the dirt along the ground. The glaring nothing-ness taunted her.

  • Kristin commented on the post, braid 5 years, 6 months ago

    Her braid fell over her shoulder, dipping carelessly into the water in the bowl. She splashed her face with the frigid water and shivered as icy drops slipped over her chin and down her neck. She pushed her braid back onto her back.

  • Kristin commented on the post, songwriter 5 years, 6 months ago

    Lately these words are not giving me any inspiration. A songwriter seems like a flighty character for a hippie story. Someone in tune with the universe, but not the people in it with her.

  • Kristin commented on the post, instructor 5 years, 6 months ago

    The instructor stood at the front of the room, shuffling from foot to foot. He tweaked his nose, and pushed his glasses up the bridge.

  • Kristin commented on the post, scalp 5 years, 6 months ago

    The scalp dripped blood onto the pavement below. He clenched the dirty black strands in his fist, the other hand still clutching his knife. The smell of death rose up from the ground and engulfed him.

  • Kristin commented on the post, easygoing 5 years, 6 months ago

    The easygoing feeling of the night caused her to toe her shoes off and thread her hands through the thick grass. The night air stirred her hem as she stared up at the sky. The stars had no cares, no fears — why should she?

  • Kristin commented on the post, rewrite 5 years, 6 months ago

    I will need to rewrite the passages that I recently loss due to glitches with this website. It is very disappointing, considering I was quite happy with some of those passages which are now lost. But, what is — is. Such is life.

  • Kristin commented on the post, tank 5 years, 6 months ago

    The tank lay like a felled giant in the desert, one set of wheels sandwiched between the gray rocks. It stood empty and abandoned, a relic of some time when law and order made sense, before they gave way to the violence and the brutality.

  • Kristin commented on the post, distilled 5 years, 6 months ago

    Fear flowed through her veins, distilled through her blood. Her feet pounded the ground, sliding on the damp leaves below. He could smell her: the anxiety and the horror that she knew was coming. His legs pumped, pushing him closer and closer to her.

  • Kristin commented on the post, stolen 5 years, 6 months ago

    The stolen necklace lay in the bottom of her black leather bag. For something so materially precious, it lay haphazardly like any other piece of trash, such as a forgotten pen or receipt.

  • Kristin commented on the post, crib 5 years, 6 months ago

    The crib sat across from the sturdy oak wardrobe. White
    linens were draped over the edge of the rail.