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The confidence was high. We stood around the screens with arms folded, heads high, smirks plastered across our stupid faces. Whenever I remember this moment it makes me ache. Watching the figures as they moved across the screen, flickering fish through the city rivers. How could this go wrong? It couldn’t. It was flawless. Then the dam broke and the fish began to spill out the sides. Peckard and Nanda began to fidget, moving from foot to foot. I uncrossed my arms and moved closer to the screen. I could see them, suddenly turning back from the major roadway.
“Where are they going?” Hatham said.
My hands were shaking on the tabletop. Despite all our planning, all our work, all our failsafes… The plan was falling apart. Again.
» Posted By Archanza On 02.27.2018 @ 3:56 am
The patches were patterns of yellow and pink. Tiny ducks and llamas and otters, handstitched into the fabric. I ran my fingers over the stitches, the places where blue met pink and felt a deep ache in my chest. Memories pulled themselves out like old thread.
» Posted By Archanza On 02.25.2018 @ 3:42 am
Eeeeeee!!! You’re taunting me, you’re taunting me. Physics, so beautiful, so wonderful, so challenging. I gave you four years of my life, and I hope I added to your story. I hope my research takes you further. I’m sorry I’m not doing a PhD this year. I need to try this path, test these waters. But you will always be a part of everything I do. I see the world in new ways now. Studying you has made me so much better.
» Posted By Archanza On 02.07.2018 @ 7:27 pm
The tumbled out like tic tacs, rattling across the table. “Take as many as you want,” she said, eyes wide with glee. “I can always get us more. Trust me on this.”
» Posted By Archanza On 02.03.2018 @ 3:05 am
A whistle, screaming almost too high to hear, at the edge of sound and being. A name from a hat, on a tiny piece of paper. You can see the blue ink. You can see the edge, torn where the holes were punched. Folded, unfolded, edges pressed tight together. Where your name should be, you see empty, soundless, moving lips. That whistle, crying out from somewhere at the back of your mind. You’re moving, but your muscles are empty. This is the beginning of everything changing.
» Posted By Archanza On 01.31.2018 @ 5:24 pm
Locked. Damn. He ran his fingers around the edge of the windowframe, trying to find a weakness in the wooden frame. Something moved inside, and he froze. A light flickered on in the hallway beyond the room. He dropped to the ground, his heart racing. Nobody was meant to be home tonight! He bit his lip and hurriedly tried to formulate a Plan B.
» Posted By Archanza On 01.18.2018 @ 3:46 pm
I stepped out of the bunker into a red, alien landscape. Orange rubble spread from my feet to a distant horizon, with the rusted iron skeletons of skyscrapers jutting like compound fractures from broken stone. A murky sky bathed the world in a bloody light. Smoke bled into clouds in an indistinct haze. Even through my gas mask, I could taste the metallic dust.
» Posted By Archanza On 01.12.2018 @ 8:56 pm
There is no pressure here.
The wolf was silver, with a mane of black and eyes as yellow as dawn. Emily stepped from the porch, one bare foot at a time, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on his. She could move her feet against the frosted wood, but she couldn’t move her eyes.
The wolf lay its ears back down flat. Its lips twitched for a moment, as if to snarl. Then it licked its lips and took a step backwards.
» Posted By Archanza On 01.11.2018 @ 1:29 am
Radiant, I felt her before she entered the room. A haze of gold and yellow melted through the air, warm like the air above a candle. When she stepped through the doorframe, I smiled. The air was a mirage, rippling between us.
» Posted By Archanza On 01.03.2018 @ 1:44 am
She found the place where she kept her treasures empty. In place of the wooden box where she kept the pieces of her heart, there was a square patch without dust. She walked to the doorway, past the empty places where his things had been, and sunk into the doorframe.
» Posted By Archanza On 01.01.2018 @ 1:20 am
Steps of stone and steps of wind, the air is thinner up here. We are above the clouds in a realm of starlight, where mountains rise around us like ancient gods. And we cling to the shadows like cobwebs.
» Posted By Archanza On 12.19.2017 @ 2:11 am
He dropped to his knees on the stone, red eyes wide with pleading. “Please, don’t leave me, I can’t stay here…” His calloused hands trembled as they reached out to me, as if grasping for something solid in the empty, humid air.
He seemed small, and frail, beneath me. His oversized, sweat-stained tunic seemed so pitiful. His greasy hair was repellent. His scabby skin was nauseating.
I turned away. There was no more I could do here.
His empty shouts and sobs followed me as I walked away.
» Posted By Archanza On 12.07.2017 @ 4:43 pm
The water in the bucket was dirty, but she hadn’t noticed. I closed the door as quietly as I could behind me. Swish, swish. She dragged the dirty water across the floor. I took a step towards her. “Brooke?” There wasn’t any sign she’d heard me. Swish, swish. She lifted the mop into the bucket and stepped on the side to squeeze the water out. The water was the same flat, dusty grey as her eyes.
» Posted By Archanza On 11.01.2017 @ 4:32 pm
Falling, falling, clutching the bucket tight, everything is spinning but the water stays inside. We plummet up and down, side to side, the bucket and I, but I never spill a single drop. Not one. That’s how steady I can be sometimes.
» Posted By Archanza On 10.31.2017 @ 4:52 pm
Long and wooden, with sprigs and kindling tied together with twine. Leaning up against the bricks, throwing a long shadow onto the concrete in the fading light. It was part of the backdrop, part of the wallpaper of their home, but something about the broom caught my eye as I turned to leave. Something shuddered deep inside me, like my heart being caught on a fishing hook.
» Posted By Archanza On 10.30.2017 @ 4:54 pm
Speaker loud email projection, writing words in the sky with a tiny aeroplane, small and white against the blinding, terrifying blue. And without, we roil in the dust, turning over and over in our repetitions, and our palms and feet grazed and caked in earth.
» Posted By Archanza On 10.10.2017 @ 4:50 pm
We are creatures curled, unbroken, un-unfurled, wrapped up within and within ourselves. We are shy and scared. We are tentative and reserved and even when we touch we are unopened.
» Posted By Archanza On 09.10.2017 @ 10:09 pm
Tins and jars and empty shelves. Pressure building up until the edges are straining. Dusty corners and expiry dates. Shivering at the edges of everything.
» Posted By Archanza On 09.10.2017 @ 7:19 pm
Every moment comes and goes, and I am inbetween
My body crouched in hurling winds, my skin is shredded clean,
The thread sings like a whistle as I force it through my heart,
I sew myself together, but I’m still breaking apart.
» Posted By Archanza On 09.06.2017 @ 10:06 pm
The cosiest of cosy pajamas, but I’ve torn a hole in the elbow. We have a September winter here, and it has returned in a flurrying maelstrom of navy-greys and silvers. We huddle in bed with the new sheets as the rain falls on the back porch outside, and he glows like a fire beside me. I’m trembling – as I always am – deep inside, but outside the world is howling, and it’s nice when the noise outside drowns out the noise within.
» Posted By Archanza On 09.05.2017 @ 11:11 pm
Jolt, electric shock to the heart, and her whole body shuddered. She couldn’t have heard right. She was mistaken. What did you say?
She sunk to the floor as clouds pressed in against her chest. A haze appeared around the edge of her vision as she looked to the sky and tried to steady her breathing. The world was tilting beneath her like a ship at sea.
» Posted By Archanza On 09.02.2017 @ 5:27 pm
They disappeared into the shadows, but even in the full gold of daylight I wouldn’t have been able to see them. My bleary eyes were heavy and I was stumbling, heavy footed, up and up into the darkness.
» Posted By Archanza On 08.19.2017 @ 10:25 pm
I rub my toes in the dirt, and there are daisies between my toes. My hair is long and soft and golden, and I look up at the brilliant blue sky. The summer air holds me up like a friend’s arms. The part of my that I left behind last night is… quiet. It’s okay. My feet are bare and the day is soft and greeting me with abandon.
» Posted By Archanza On 08.18.2017 @ 5:14 am
I come here with my soul to cry. I come here burdened with everything and it’s like standing in the rain. That feeling like I’m crying so hard on the inside it’s just one huge waterfall. I am a waterfall if you could see through my skin, just raging, roaring water inside me. Each droplet cuts through my heart like a blade. It’s the stinging kind of water. The kind of water that could slice through skin. If you touched me, you’d bleed. I’m nothing from here, I’m everything from there, I’m all light, I’m utterly invisible, I’m
» Posted By Archanza On 08.07.2017 @ 9:49 pm
With a shuddering groan, the engine sprung to life. “There,” she said, standing up straight and tucking a stray curl behind her headscarf. “Just the carbarettor, an easy fix.” The man in the driver’s seat gaped at her. The bright pink lipstick was so at odds with the oil on her hands!
» Posted By Archanza On 05.28.2017 @ 6:25 pm
The fence at the edge of our district was a messy tangle of barbed wire, but that hardly dissuaded anyone from leaving. Just as the animals had burrowed hundreds of tunnels through the orange dirt along the district’s perimeter, we slipped through the wires like ferrets to wander the empty plains beyond.
» Posted By Archanza On 04.11.2017 @ 6:54 pm
Still beard? I thought because of American time we might have ticked over to tomorrow’s word. I read somewhere (in a probably unreputable online source) that women are predisposed to prefer beards or cleanshaven at different times, often preferring the minority. I feel like we are reaching the end of a many years long Beard Season and are drifting back into a Clean Shaven Season. My man is clean shaven, but – unfortunately for my permanently, achingly besotted heart – his laughing face always in season to me.
» Posted By Archanza On 03.28.2017 @ 4:42 am
Long, chestnut, braided. Tucked into his belt, it was still log enough to sway from side to side as he walked. His hat was pulled low on his head, and his eyes glittered from beneath his bushy eyebrows.
» Posted By Archanza On 03.27.2017 @ 5:12 pm
Melting? Melting? Haven’t we already melted? This is an old word. I wrote my melted poem down on the paper at the back of my physics book. I typed it onto scrap paper and burned the edges. I photographed it with a candle and a match. That was perhaps silly, I don’t know, so much is shallow. My heart feels like velcro tonight, I just want to write about that. The barbs of my heart being pulled apart with every beat, pressed back together, then pulled apart again…
» Posted By Archanza On 03.26.2017 @ 4:21 am
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I think the whole world has been captured in my grandfather’s mind, from his squashy armchair before the fire with his hand-made wooden bookstand and oversized reading glasses.
» Posted By Archanza On 03.23.2017 @ 8:34 pm