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salt

This word conjures up best-forgotten memories of my second grade salt-eating contest. Did not end well.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 09.02.2011 @ 11:40 pm

sponge

I picked up the sponge and started scrubbing. You know, there’s something to washing dishes. All day you’re worrying about biology projects, sleep schedules, losing weight, in-laws, the impending eruption of Yellowstone… You’re swimming in a bottomless ocean.

In these times of uncertainty, you know one thing is for sure: the dishes. You know how to scrub marinara sauce off of a plate. You can rinse out a glass of orange juice. Suddenly the world becomes simple and unburdening.

I think I’ll go rake some leaves next.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 09.01.2011 @ 11:43 am

avenue

The plain woman strode down the avenue, parcel in hand. She brushed an errant lock of her plain brown hair out of her plain face as she approached the post office.
“I hope it gets where it needs to go,” the ordinary postman said. “The government’s been tampering with simple-looking packages such as yours.”
“I hope so too,” replied the plain woman. “Its contents are quite extraordinary.”

» Posted By Alex Ander On 08.31.2011 @ 6:01 pm

offer

“I offer you but one choice: Give me the codes and the girl will live. I think that’s an offer you can’t refuse.” Davidson pressed the gun against her ruffled hair as she let out a squeak.

I hesitantly took the microchip out of my pocket. The answers to everything, the generator, the experiments — all contained within a single decryption code. I offered the chip to him with an outstretched arm. Carefully, he reached forward and snatched the code while keeping his eyes trained on his hostage. At least she would be safe.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 08.30.2011 @ 1:30 pm

poison

Like poison creeping through my veins, so the suspicion grew in me. He avoided my gaze and my touch. He would not sleep with me. He offered to cook meals for me, and demanded secrecy in the kitchen.

On the last day of the month, he made me a cake. It was chocolate. I stared at my slice. He stared at me. I hesitantly took a chunk off with my fork, and inspected it closely. He was still staring at me. After deliberating as long as I could, I took a bite. It was delicious.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 08.22.2011 @ 9:51 am

violet

Violet always had the blues; not even Daisy could cheer her up.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.22.2011 @ 4:12 am

cigarette

He huffed and he puffed, and he blew his lungs out.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.15.2011 @ 3:31 pm

bow

The last word sung
The last note strung
The last line spoken
The silence broken

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.14.2011 @ 11:23 am

etiquette

I remember the worst teacher I ever had. She was a substitute for my 5th grade class, whose teacher had caught an unpleasant case of pneumonia. My substitute was a large woman with a thin white shirt, so thin and white that you could clearly see her large bra underneath. She was outraged by our “improper etiquette” and promptly after lunch recess she lectured the class about putting boards behind our backs and under our feet so we would learn to sit and walk properly. She smelled.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.14.2011 @ 7:47 am

plague

There is but one cure to this loathsome plague, this horrible disease sweeping our fertile lands. I stand here before you, a humble man, to tell you all:

I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.12.2011 @ 10:43 pm

straw

A big black crow perched upon a tattered scarecrow as the sun was swallowed by the glowing fields of wheat. The crow was thankful for the raggedy man; without his kindly given straw her nest could not be built.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.12.2011 @ 7:54 am

mean

What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean, what do you mean? I mean that I want a baby. What do you mean, you want a baby? What do you mean, what do you mean, I want a baby? I want a baby. I want a divorce.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.10.2011 @ 10:40 pm

expecting

She was expecting the man to arrive when he pulled in front of her house. She was expecting him to get out of his car and bring his dark, heavy suitcase with him. She was expecting him to ring the doorbell and straighten his tie.
What she wasn’t expecting, however, was for him to kiss her on the lips.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.09.2011 @ 11:36 pm

maroon

Trapped. I am trapped. I am trapped on a desert island. I am trapped on a desert island with no food. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust on the boat. I am trapped on a desert island with no food or water, no shelter or solace, abandoned by the one man I could trust on the boat which sank from my sabotage.
I am marooned. I am trapped. Help me.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.08.2011 @ 1:09 am

cast

There are so many meanings of the word ‘cast’. I cast the die. The statue was cast in bronze. I knew the cast of the musical. David cast about for his missing keys. The fishing line was cast. He cast his eyes across the scroll. Alice was wearing a cast. The pirate was a cast away.
I wonder if cast is a hard word for foreigners to learn? At least it’s nothing like set.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.06.2011 @ 11:17 pm

stem

I dug a hole and planted the seed
Which would grow
And grow
Into a weed.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.06.2011 @ 9:20 am

assisted

I honestly have no idea what to write about this one. Sorry.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.05.2011 @ 11:22 am

braid

The girl always tied her hair in a tight braid which fell to her waist. I was always so impressed at her dedication to maintain such a perfect and time-consuming hairstyle.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 07.01.2011 @ 5:28 pm

honest

“You want me to be COMPLETELY honest?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“All right, if you wanna know the truth… which you don’t, by the way, but if you wanna know the truth…”
“Tell me.”
“Harry’s a Horcrux.”
“I KNEW it! I knew it, I tell you!”

» Posted By Alex Ander On 06.30.2011 @ 11:37 am

wade

My dad was teaching me to fly fish. We were standing knee-deep in the swirling stream, life twisting and flowing around me. I was just another rock impeding the flow, a stiff barricade best left unchallenged.
I pulled my arm back, felt the light weight of the rod bow to my movements. In quick motions, I cast the hook. It landed in my father’s cheek. He didn’t teach me to fly fish after that.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 06.29.2011 @ 2:42 pm

crush

I remember her
Though only through a bent lens
she would have bored you.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 06.28.2011 @ 12:08 pm

determined

Our fencing coach was a broad man with a thick Egyptian accent and a laugh that would send shivers down your spine. He gave us a pep talk. “Always remember ze great country you in. I ask Egyptian boys, they say ‘I CAN!’ I ask people from New England, they say, ‘I tried…’ You must not be zem. The ones who tried. Zey did NOT try, not hard enough. You must try, because you CAN!”

» Posted By Alex Ander On 04.07.2011 @ 3:14 pm

connected

To add or not to add, that is the question. I’ve seen him once before. I think. Maybe that was someone else. We have 67 mutual friends… is that enough? I can’t decide, but I send the friend request anyways.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 04.06.2011 @ 7:57 pm

strength

He was pumping iron like nobody’s business, although his fists quickly became everybody’s business. You could see the blue veins coursing down his arms like you would see rivers flowing across the countryside out of an airplane window. He was sometimes respected, other times feared, although usually I can’t tell the difference.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 04.05.2011 @ 4:45 pm

success

Success is not measured by the money you make, but by the opportunities you take.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 04.04.2011 @ 7:50 pm

plans

Here are the plans. You go there, you go here, and you go all the way over there. As soon as this guy goes here, you over there need to run like hell to here, before this thing gets to there. If this isn’t there, you need to wait until this guy gives you the signal, and he should be right about over there. Make sure that you stay over here, and you hide behind this. If you don’t do this, you will all die. Do I make myself clear?

» Posted By Alex Ander On 04.03.2011 @ 5:47 pm

purpose

In the search for purpose, one may find that their purpose is the search.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 03.31.2011 @ 2:01 pm

trusted

I trusted her. I gave her my secrets, poured my heart to her, but she drank it down and swallowed it up. She betrayed me. I will never forgive her, because she stabbed me in the back. As my dark blood poured from the wound where the blade still remained, my memories and hopes and dreams and trust and happiness leaked out and disintegrated in the summer sun as it pooled on the gray sidewalk. From then on, I trusted no one.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 03.30.2011 @ 6:52 pm

executive

He stared down at me. I stared up at him. “You’re fired,” he said. “You’re a dick,” I said.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 03.29.2011 @ 7:05 pm

digital

She gazed in wonder at the bright red numbers, jumping every minute as they changed in an instant. No longer would she wonder at the intricate machinery, the complicated clockwork that ticked and whirred and spun and seemed to work like magic. It was magic no longer, only heavy and inefficient an outdated. The bright, bold future intrigued her, the fascination of the art and science of complexity lost to the wonder of the tiny and electronic.

» Posted By Alex Ander On 03.28.2011 @ 2:45 pm

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