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His toothbrush was wet but there was no other sign that he had been in the bathroom recently. He must have brushed his teeth quickly and then left, leaving no other trace of himself behind.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 02.20.2015 @ 9:16 am
I’m not really cursed. I just need more will power and control. But attributing problems to curses is a pretty great excuse. It’s out of my hands.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 01.19.2015 @ 7:42 pm
The embassy is the tallest building in the capital. I don’t know if I will ever not be intimidated by it. The marble pillars, the high ceilings, the stone fountain out in front.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 11.22.2014 @ 10:52 pm
Eleven times, no more, no less. Ten is the round number, but eleven takes it a step further. Eleven is a risk taker. Eleven cares more about spontaneity. Eleven doesn’t want to look back on life and wish things had been more exciting.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 11.18.2014 @ 3:45 pm
Every Sunday is a bike friendly day. Families come out to ride together, and it is the relatively meek looking 2 wheeled machines that run the road, not the 4 wheeled monstrosities.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 10.30.2014 @ 2:18 pm
The last time I went fishing I was thirteen years old and I didn’t even know how to bait the hook. It didn’t matter, really, because Thomas knew everything there is to know about fishing. I could just blindly follow his motions and chances were good I’d hook at least a small fish.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 10.26.2014 @ 2:12 pm
Blue denim jeans. That’s what he’s wearing, and he has a finger hooked into each loop. Hands on his hips, he projects confidence, but also cockiness, and so I’m both infatuated with him and want to slap him in the face for acting so damn conceited.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 10.22.2014 @ 8:04 pm
Her hair swept across her face,
she acknowledges the limits of her existence
every time she pushes a stray strand back in place
the wind takes over
there’s only one king
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.15.2014 @ 1:32 pm
He struck the tambourine three times in a row, and then ran down the street singing “I Want It That Way” at the top of his lungs while stark naked. Truth or Dare was the worst.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.11.2014 @ 9:00 pm
I don’t know where the wind went, but it’s not coming back anytime soon. It’s lost all patience with me, and I’ve done it wrong. I would apologize, but I can’t even feel the memory of its presence. It’s so far gone that I’m melting into the heat wave encasing me.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.08.2014 @ 7:51 pm
Robin Williams was an actor of mythic proportions. And that is not put him on a pedestal. No, truly, he was such a versatile, ingenious performer.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 08.18.2014 @ 8:13 pm
Airports are bubbles where you can reinvent your identity. They are microcosms within the world, shut out from everywhere else even while they transport you just about everywhere else. You are nowhere and you are everywhere.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 05.06.2014 @ 11:51 am
wondering how to write something that has meaning, but isn’t overly sentimental, doesn’t exploit anyone, isn’t pretentious. this is kind of pretentious… I’ve got nothing right now. I don’t know what to write.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 04.08.2014 @ 8:54 pm
It was a spiral stairway, and staring up at it for too long could make you dizzy. i wanted to continue staring because it was almost hypnotizing, and becoming dizzy was more interesting than the monotony of my daily life. At least this way, I was escaping the dullness for a couple of seconds.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 04.06.2014 @ 11:03 am
fighting every impulse
a battle of mind against body
it is an apparent failure before even really beginning
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 03.10.2014 @ 9:21 pm
He was tall and handsome. He approached her so quietly that she had no idea he was beside her until he began speaking. She was immediately charmed by his eloquence and bright smile. Little did she know he had just escaped from the state prison, where he was being held on manslaughter charges.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 03.08.2014 @ 6:18 pm
His past is a mystery to me, but it’s not like I can’t ask him about it. It’s not a dark secret or anything. But how do you just suddenly say, hey, so what is it you did when you were younger? What were you like?
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 03.06.2014 @ 4:33 pm
I fall into an infinite spiral,
going deeper and deeper into each circle
I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out.
getting stuck would be horrible
but also horrible exciting.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 02.11.2014 @ 5:53 pm
It was televised on all the news channels.
But she hadn’t done it. She hadn’t.
Did that matter when no one would believe her?
Tiny dark room, intimidating, hulking questioners
Making her doubt her own memories.
Would she be making a false confession?
Or was she finally stepping out of denial?
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 01.31.2014 @ 11:47 pm
clasping the hand gently
she makes a fist.
surprised by her own strength.
day 1 of life
and already human curiosity at its finest.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 01.29.2014 @ 9:43 pm
He took a sip of bourbon as he stared out the window of the bar, unable to see anything except the dark shadows of oak trees.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 01.10.2014 @ 12:53 am
She tracked them as far as she could, until they were only a blur in the distance. They were gone, except for a tiny spot, moving farther and farther away every second. She would never know what would happen to them, and really, did she need to know? No, she did need to know. Basic human compassion, she guessed.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 01.06.2014 @ 11:35 pm
He looked at the menu. Mediterranean wrap: grilled chicken, lettuce, tomato, feta, hummus. Fajita wrap: grilled chicken, tomato, onions, peppers. He had had an omelette with feta this morning, so maybe he should try something a bit different and go with the Fajita wrap? But he loved feta, and he loved Mediterranean food. In fact, he mused, if he had to eat only one cuisine for the rest of his life, it would have to Mediterranean. And yet…it was important to try new things, right? Just yesterday he had tried to convince his 5 year old niece to try some green beans because “it’s fun to try new things.” But is it, really? he thought now. And it wasn’t like the Fajita wrap was entirely foreign to him; he’d had fajitas before, just not from this food truck. But he couldn’t resist that feta. The guy at the food truck looked at him expectantly. “What will you be having, sir?” He cleared his throat. “I have chosen…the Mediterranean wrap!” “Well, someone has a flair for the dramatic,” the guy said. “Oh, just so you know–we’ve run out of feta.”
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 12.08.2013 @ 9:42 am
They play with tanks like they are toys
but the blood is all too real.
They certainly aren’t hallucinating the crying mothers
The children with broken bones
The demolished houses.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 10.02.2013 @ 4:32 pm
Distilled water is
really not so different, right?
Water is water.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 10.01.2013 @ 5:11 pm
She didn’t mean never to stop with the mothering, but as he lay there on the hospital bed, unconscious to the world, she felt a need to take the brush and fix his hair one last time before leaving the room.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.29.2013 @ 3:05 pm
Squinting his eyes at the sun, it almost seemed like the plane overhead was a figment of his imagination. Three hours and she would finally be here. He tapped his foot. He loved non sequiturs.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.27.2013 @ 1:44 pm
Her hair was tousled by the wind, the sea spray, even the sand. Or rather, the sand caught up in the wind. But specificities didn’t matter. She was here now and no one knew except the one lone fisherman several yards away. And she imagined he paid her no notice, which was of course exactly how she liked it.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.24.2013 @ 11:39 am
Being efficient implies productivity. Productivity implies working towards a goal. Working towards a goal implies an investment in life. An investment in life implies a need for happiness. A need for happiness shouldn’t imply anything other than a need to be happy.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 09.20.2013 @ 9:05 pm
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Stuck between the tracks. Railroad to hell. Sounds like a country song.
» Posted By 1word2wordsredwordblueword On 07.03.2012 @ 7:41 pm