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ferry

She caught the last ferry out of the city. All of the bridges were gone, crumbled into piles of stone at the bottom of the Great Ford river. She could still smell the city burning. It stuck inside of her nose like a dead body.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 11.26.2013 @ 6:37 am

selling

Buying, selling, buying selling, Jesus Christ, doe it ever stop? The flow of commerce all around, at any given time, is unfathomable. Just think, that person next to you in the cafe (from which you just bought your morning coffee), the one on his phone, could be buying a car, or a house, or even 30 small gifts for orphan babies in Kenya for all you know.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 11.25.2013 @ 9:16 am

sensible

She was sensible, never tried too hard to make a good impression, but did anyway. Down to earth, so far down in fact she was inside it, in the dirt, under the soil. She fanned out the roots of trees and pushed up their trunks, spread out their branches.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 11.02.2013 @ 10:54 am

baffled

The numbers were baffling: 1825 dead, 520 missing, out of which 154 were presumed dead, and 298 were presumed to be in some sort of semi-conscious state, aware of their surroundings but entirely asleep.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 10.20.2013 @ 11:49 am

stamped

stamped across his forehead
plain for all to see
the inventions of his slimy mind

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 10.14.2013 @ 11:22 am

pines

absolute nothingness, a void, still, tranquil, as if in the vacuum of space, no sound other than the blood rushing through your head, between your ears, your own heartbeat louder than anything else around you

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 10.09.2013 @ 9:08 am

tousled

It was nearing midnight, and the sailor could not fall asleep. The ship he was in was only one in a fleet of 264, out in the deep Atlantic. They were being tousled like hair, the ships and their crewmembers both. He was fresh from the academy, and it was his first deployment. He and the rest of his shipmates were headed to Portugal, specifically to Peniche, to the base established only 6 months prior, before the war.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 09.25.2013 @ 10:17 am

piano

A grand piano sat in the middle of the airport, unplayed. People were rushing to and from various gates, paying no attention to the marvel that stood alone in the middle of the place balanced on three wooden legs, perfectly tuned and ready to create comforting, soothing sounds for all those within earshot. Hundreds upon hundreds of years were put into perfecting this mechanical music making box; thousands of years into the development of the tones it could produce (represented by the first seven letters of the English alphabet [almost comically simple]). But there it stood, black and alone, while people walked by without notice.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 09.24.2013 @ 10:09 am

prisoner

The prisoner was held in the trunk of the dark man’s car until they arrived at the house on the beach. He could hear the ocean between his cries for help and the bang bang bang of him kicking the car.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 09.10.2013 @ 4:42 am

strung

high strung and strung out
want to rip my tongue out
i speak these words
these words without meaning\
i never really understand
exactly what im feeling
or if im feeling anything at all
god i feel like im about to fall
catch catch catch me if you can
oh look another american
boy, i sure am glad i was born
into a land where freedom
is the least free thing you can find
oh im losing my mind

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 08.28.2013 @ 7:44 pm

narrative

life’s narrative
a script written in sand
being washed away
with every passing day
by the currents of time,
so rhyme, make rhythm
forgive, be forgiven
and wait until the tide takes you away

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 08.23.2013 @ 11:48 am

thunder

thunder roared overhead as the men rode into the village. night had set many hours ago, and the only light shining on the path they traveled came from the torches attached to the doors of the homes they passed.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 07.26.2011 @ 12:48 pm

held

call the police! I’m being held here against my will!

excuse me sir, maybe you should stop holding this man against his will.

okay.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 06.19.2011 @ 4:20 pm

train

the train came to a slow stop at the station. i watched the passengers rise from their seats and put on their hats, preparing to depart and scatter like shards of glass from a broken plate.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 06.15.2011 @ 8:52 pm

embraced

her naked face embraced
the wind
no regret
but a smile laced
interwoven between time and space
her teeth showing like stars

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 06.13.2011 @ 8:53 pm

rise

rise, children, and show your fathers what you have done
rise, children, and show your mothers what you’ve become
rise, children, and show the world your guns
kill the traitors of reason, the ones who hold you down

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 06.10.2011 @ 8:19 pm

torch

there was a man, dressed in a tuxedo, waiting for me at the end of the hallway. in his right hand he held a torch. he kept it raised high above him, the flames licking the ceiling. “follow me,” he said in a whisper.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 05.26.2011 @ 3:29 am

birth

The birth of my first child will come any day now. I am not sure what word to use to describe the emotion I am feeling. This is going to completely redesign me, reshape the person I am. I hope I am ready for it.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 05.08.2011 @ 1:46 pm

dinosaur

there’s is nothing i can write about this word that is not silly. why is it that these ancient creatures, these terrifying beasts, are now seen as childish?

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 05.03.2011 @ 8:35 pm

deadbolt

bad word.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 04.28.2011 @ 4:48 pm

trailer

born in a trailer
1985
fourth of july party
mom’s drunk, dad’s asleep
she stayed up
with his half-brother pete
daddy doesn’t know
daddy doesn’t know
i ain’t his little boy

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 04.26.2011 @ 5:44 pm

intersection

an intersection of the heart and the mind
is all that i long for
a time a place to
center my emotions,
cure my dreams
to the curve of my spine
so that each time i breathe
i breathe in time

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 04.25.2011 @ 9:45 pm

gym

I hated that gym. It always smelled like a mix between Axe body spray and damp, sweaty teenagers. Every time I would enter in the morning, I would literally gag.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 03.17.2011 @ 1:57 pm

heels

She was wearing those red high heels again, the same ones she wore the night I sold her her first line. She was out with some friends, some of my most loyal customers.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 03.16.2011 @ 7:11 am

respectable

A respectable man never forgets to hold a door open for a lady. Whenever I see some young kid swing the door of, say, a grocery store open, only to watch it slam in the face of a lady, I want to kill.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 01.09.2011 @ 7:02 am

perfectly

She executed every move perfectly, flawlessly even. That sort of grace was a rarity in this town. Never had I seen a woman dance like that before. And it is because of this, I spoke.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 01.07.2011 @ 12:15 pm

phrase

The phrase stuck out in my mind like a decaying flower, and ugly weed turned to mush: “Touch nothing, leave nothing. Print yourself on a chalkboard.”

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 01.04.2011 @ 9:05 pm

wishing

i was wishing and hoping that i would be home on time. i hardly ever am, but today was different. i couldn’t miss her first steps. her mother would be so disappointed. she wouldn’t show it, of course, but i’d feel it.

» Posted By Andrew Walker On 12.30.2010 @ 7:55 am

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