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I would gladly write more if I did not have writers block. I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

» Posted By Aura On 01.28.2016 @ 7:26 pm


“Drop those clothes,” he said. “I want to see if I am imaginng you as beautiful with your clothes, as what I think you would look like naked under those clothes.”

» Posted By Aura On 01.24.2016 @ 8:08 pm


Point here, point there. Easy to get confused when you do not know which direction to go in life. But then, who knows the point of life.

» Posted By Aura On 01.23.2016 @ 5:52 pm

She points at the sky
At an array of color dots
Air balloons floating . . .

» Posted By Aura On 01.23.2016 @ 5:30 pm


The object leans silent, serene
From afar looking like slate against wood
Not an object, a person.

» Posted By Aura On 01.23.2016 @ 9:28 am

I object! I object to cynicism. Probably since I am a cynic. If you you are looking at someone who looks at a cup half full, I am probably carrying it in my hand. I need to have more people who have humor in my life then maybe they will rub off on me.

» Posted By Aura On 01.22.2016 @ 8:11 pm


i started crying a week ago and can’t stop, it won’t stop coming out, why, why? is it college, is it the stress, roommates, workload, exams, the seventh-layer hell of this cold campus on sunny fall days? is it how warm my sheets are compared to the unheated dorms? is it how ugly i am compared to everyone else? is it how few friends i’ve made? is it how far i am from home? i don’t know i don’t know. i’m collapsing, disgusting, under the weight of everything i’ve made and have yet to make. don’t let me die yet. just don’t.

» Posted By Aura On 10.19.2015 @ 4:48 pm


Master, master
I’ll cry for you in any event
that forces you to break my skin for a chance to say
“Aren’t you beautiful?”
And I would say no
but for the ball you wrapped my teeth around.
My very own slime dripped into me
and I cried,
master, master.

» Posted By Aura On 04.05.2015 @ 4:19 pm


“charmed, I’m sure,” his smile gives off the varied lights of the nightclub-esque environment, all darkness and fog and lasers. he bends to place a kiss on the back of her hand, to wink his eyes up at hers as he does so. the blush across her face is washed out by the blinking lights above the dj stand.
“i-indeed,” she stammers, for want of a better thing to say, and shifts her gaze anywhere but his. he smirks at this again, and drops her hand, slowly, as if saying goodbye.
he tilts his head, his thin eyebrows raised in a low-eyed expression like amusement combined with the thrill of the chase. the glint off his teeth find her shaking eyes again, “shall we make our way to the dancefloor, then, my love?”

» Posted By Aura On 12.27.2014 @ 3:25 pm


the open wound on her spine becomes a hard, maroon scab, itching and crunching on her back as she rolls her shoulders and washes her hair. that scab peels and stings under the harsh torrent of scalding water, becomes thin and pink and fleshy, glistening on her back like muscle peaking through the skin. finally scar tissue folds over the tender petals of skin and forms a seal, a symbol of something that has ended, and a new thing that will begin and begin and begin.

» Posted By Aura On 12.25.2014 @ 10:30 pm


when the world opened up and swallowed her, no one could scream. no one could avert their gaze, or even think. his reaction was the fastest. it was to run. jump the chasm, barrel headfirst into her, snaking his arms around her waist ans squeezing as hard as he could while she laughed and laughed. she slipped her fingers into his hair and they descended, godspeed, beyond the mortals of the surface, beyond the fire bugs and blooming oil deposits of earth’s mantle, and into the heart, the deep, celestial, fiery heart that prayed to them when they touched it, not the other way around. she landed on her toes, like a dancer, and sunk gracefully into the scalding plasma, while he clung to her, wanting to look around but eyes locked on her smile, just her smile, and by the way her arm held him across his shoulders, to her chest, he knew he was safe. whatever was happening not only were they safe, but she was in control, and she would give him anything just for that tiny bit of loyalty he just showed her.

» Posted By Aura On 12.17.2014 @ 6:20 pm


she goes around like that too often. in nothing but my polo shirt and her underwear. bare legs, bare arms, even in winter around the below-freezing house because we’re both too cheap to turn up the heat. of course i myself don’t mind. i do mind when she forgets what she’s wearing and answers the door like that.

» Posted By Aura On 12.15.2014 @ 5:02 pm


they stumbled off the ship, trying to get their bearings, trying not to fall over as their legs connected to their first bit of solid ground in weeks. they were sent across the pond on an mission, husbands and wives, families with kids, to begin a small village. the work began immediately: a few men were felling trees, women were scavenging for berries, the kids were gathering firewood.

» Posted By Aura On 12.10.2014 @ 6:36 pm


the way the bomb leveled the terrain, made it a smooth, unblemished–unarguably lovely–plate of glass, startled even her. she stared down at it, stared at the reflections of the nonplussed clouds in the gentle green left by the wake of the devastating explosion–was no one question? what they’d done? what was really the cause of this beauty?–and had the urge to jump into it, to pencil dive as though it were simple a pond, blooming with seafoam algae, nothing more, nothing that would leave her with a poisoned body and soul, nothing that would leave her with broken legs should she chose to vault from the roof into the venomous mirror.

» Posted By Aura On 12.09.2014 @ 5:47 pm


the print of her leggings, a sharp contrast to the plain grey of her long-sleeved tunic, and the strawberry cream of her vest. it was wild and the print seemed to spin and dance as she moved, giving you a headache as you stared. or maybe that was the whack of her hand on the back of your head for staring that gave you the headache, but her smile was primal and dark as her leggings so you just gave a huff of a laugh and continued staring.

» Posted By Aura On 12.07.2014 @ 11:37 am


well this girl is four feet of being super annoying to me right now.
and i’m sure she’s thinking, “damn girl five feet of what-do-you-think-you’re-doing.”
i click my tongue and look away from her, even though she isn’t doing much and we’re supposed to be working together, i just want to get this project done and get my good grade, my better grade than her to be exact, but here she is with that amazing powerpoint and i kind of want to accidentally spill water on her laptop. but since we’re step-sisters that probably wouldn’t fly. oh well.

» Posted By Aura On 12.06.2014 @ 4:15 pm


“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, they’re just ‘materials’ anyway.”
The man with the clipboard eyes the smoking man skeptically, one eyebrow raised above the other. He looks down at his paper of names and checkmarks. “So these girls are all going…?”
“Overseas.” The dull-eyed man, cigarette clutched between his parched lips, refuses to give any more of an answer. He didn’t need anyone else involved.

» Posted By Aura On 12.04.2014 @ 7:05 pm


her body stretches, leans, contorts into shapes of the unimaginable and perfectly imaginable. and as you stare at her back, her tanned, sweating back, at the purposeful scar in between her shoulder blades, the rippling skin torn up like a tattoo, you realize what it is. a phoenix. a brilliant and bloody red phoenix, containing and radiating all the heat and pleasure and suffering in her long, smooth body.
and you pull her up against your chest.
and you bow your neck to kiss the phoenix’s beck. then spin her around to kiss the phoenix’s lips.

» Posted By Aura On 12.02.2014 @ 8:04 pm


she stands alone at the apex of a series of towers, of the ring of fortifications surrounding her most important person’s kingdom. she would fight any enemy here; she would die here, if only for that person. and even as the greatest army she’s ever seen–a hundred thousand? a million?–rounds the hill in front of her, blocks out the sun and her charming view of the sparkling sea, she does not flinch, does not bat an eye. simply raises her sword to the sky. “for the empire!”

» Posted By Aura On 12.01.2014 @ 5:49 am


she raises the baton before the chorus, and the sea of smiling faces gazes back at her, steady their fidgeting feet and hold their little paper books in front of them. the childrens’ choir prepares for its last performance of the year. with one measure of silence, the children come in, their eyes following her baton as it rises and falls in time.

» Posted By Aura On 11.30.2014 @ 1:05 pm


“two for the price of one, hm?”

death looks on from his perch in the sky, hovering a dozen feet above the unhappy couple, their hands linked in a final intimacy before the cliff and its rocky waters below claim both their lives. death picks the scraps of his last meal off the razor edge of his scythe as the two plummet, and he catches their dying expressions, their last words in the reflection of the blade.

hers: i’m happy to die.
his: i’m happy to die with her.

» Posted By Aura On 11.29.2014 @ 12:37 pm


the different ways to serve others are truly diverse. some suit more sugary tastes, while others look so good overwhelmed with spice. in every way, man is a dish best served hot, and freshly hunted.

» Posted By Aura On 11.26.2014 @ 8:05 pm


standing on the stage, she glares out at the audience, a stiff face, fists balled at her sides, and when she speaks it’s like she screams. everyone is caught of guard; everyone is enraptured. the audience leans forward in their seats for her impassioned soliloquy. they want to hear catch every syllable, every sharp intake of breath and hold it in their hearts because her speech has the power of a hurricane and it whirls them, swirls them, takes them on a space ship and ride and they can’t return home because just the way she speaks is changing their minds so that when they land, no matter whether across the universe or in their own beds, their worlds aren’t the same.

» Posted By Aura On 11.24.2014 @ 5:43 pm

it’s hard not to rant at a person you hate so much. when he smiles at you like you’re exactly the man he wanted to see and you just feel the blood rise in your cheeks and want to give him a stern talking to. and speaking with him is like dancing on a landmine, you never know when everything is going to explode and… you want to scream at him that he better not smile at anyone else like that, that he better not have in depth conversations about literature and language and love and nothing with anyone but you. just the casual chit-chat with your most hated person gets you this way and it hurts but you know that he whispers in your presence not because he’s shy but because he knows that’s what you want. for only you to hear.

» Posted By Aura On 11.24.2014 @ 5:38 pm


the puzzle loomed in front of them. they stared between each other, held gazes with anxious eyes, frowned and flinched. it was huge, meters taller than all of them put together, a cube of wooden blocks cut into tetris pieces and mushed together. their task was to take it apart and put it back together again. if only they could figure out how to move the damn thing.

» Posted By Aura On 11.23.2014 @ 3:33 pm


a crowded table in the middle of a foggy room. the wrinkled look on behind their steepled hands. let their counterparts speak. speak in turn. take turns until the tables turn and there’s no more discussion to be had because there’s been a dysfunction, a riot and we need to evacuate, save it, this place that should be a safe haven, it isn’t solitary it’s connected to the world and we need to treat it like it is. we can’t look on behind our steepled hands. let everyone in.

» Posted By Aura On 11.22.2014 @ 7:16 pm


the glass slowly rose from the plate in the middle of the table, the masked audience gathered around in awe. a pristine head, her hair fine and delicate, cut to sway around her face with the gentlest motion, stared back at them. she couldn’t swivel to gaze in horror at them all, for she had no neck to swivel on. she could only meet eyes with the man front and center, even more so than she, with the red glasses and red smile, while her nose met with only the heavy scent of chrysanthemums surrounding her sawed-off neck, and her own curdled blood. a fevered murmuring swept through the crowd. she wondered what was so exciting. she was only a head, after all. the red man smirked at her expression.

» Posted By Aura On 11.21.2014 @ 6:39 pm

he set his drink down on the coaster, slick black to match the marble of the large table. he stared up at his masterpiece, smiled, at the symbol of his dominance hanging daintily over the center of his grand table. the girl in the bind, hair awash down her back like a white river, couldn’t smile back at him; she was trussed, suspended in a complex position by dozens of ropes from the ceiling, a gag in her mouth. it took hours to get her like that. good thing she was asleep for most of it.

» Posted By Aura On 11.21.2014 @ 6:24 pm


a petal stirs in its final hour of immobility
a flutter of the wind, a breath of life, the gentle gaze of a human girl on its weeping cells
the petal arcs its spine–it has a spine?–and evolves, shirking off its flimsy form
turning to the delicate curves of a tiny girl, cherry pink skin like its flower predecessor
eyelashes and hair so glossy and pale as to be transparent

» Posted By Aura On 11.15.2014 @ 8:01 pm


a skin the shade of apple pie crust
violet eyes blending into the yellow sky
a shade of lavender becoming one with the
sunshine, the lemonade to the clouds of ice
staring like the inside of her head is the most interesting place in the universe

» Posted By Aura On 11.14.2014 @ 4:27 pm

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