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timeline

I saw the timeline on my test. Damn it, was matches or the lighter invented? I don’t know. I wrote matches, just as the time was running out. “Put your pens down,” Miss Gradler said.

» Posted By Clairako On 05.02.2013 @ 3:23 pm

available

He was available for night he told over the phone. Five minutes later he looked in his diary and saw that that time slot was already taken. His fingers redialed the number again.

» Posted By Clairako On 12.11.2012 @ 9:20 pm

broadcast

The broadcast finished airing. Mike rubbed the thin sheen of sweat on his head and sighed. He looked at Marianne, his co-host and heard her talk about something. However, he really was relieved that his first day, at this job had gone well.

» Posted By Clairako On 12.09.2012 @ 10:13 am

roof

I sat on the roof and watch the stars. Summer’s crickets chirped and not a single cloud dusted the sky. In my pocket, my phone buzzed. I took it out and its small illuminated a new text message. I swore to myself.

» Posted By Clairako On 12.06.2012 @ 7:10 pm

both

Both of them wore the same dress. Lily, thought to herself ‘What a bitch…’, though really she knew there was a chance of it happening. Oh, it is one of the dilemmas fashionistas face.

» Posted By Clairako On 12.03.2012 @ 7:06 pm

cook

The smell of my mother’s cooking would drift around the house and make my mouth water: chicken curry, dahl, rice…mmmmm….
Sometimes, it made me wish I could cook.

» Posted By Clairako On 12.01.2012 @ 10:47 pm

himself

He didn’t know what he was doing, only that he enjoyed doing it.

» Posted By Clairako On 12.01.2012 @ 10:54 am

He looked at himself at the mirror : navy tuxedo, a cream tie. He thought about her, in some long gown that would accentuate her features, her beauty. He thought, of how they will dancwunder the moonlight and talk about sweet nothings.

» Posted By Clairako On 11.30.2012 @ 6:49 pm

rise

The sun rises in the western horizon as it always does. I watch it from the balcony and sip some warm coffee. My thoughts are not about what will happen tomorrow or today but only on the simple beauty sunrises possess. God, I do love sunrises.

» Posted By Clairako On 11.29.2012 @ 9:50 pm

past

The past is an intangible something I got sick of writing of, a long time ago.

» Posted By Clairako On 11.28.2012 @ 11:00 pm

The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotten, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).

» Posted By Clairako On 11.28.2012 @ 10:56 pm

The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotton, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).

» Posted By Clairako On 11.28.2012 @ 10:56 pm

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