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The start of a new day. Just an arbitrarily new beginning. Nothing has changed. It would be foolish to believe so. Dawn is only a continuation of yesterday night broken by a period of sleep.
» Posted By dale On 10.18.2016 @ 8:59 pm
In, the fading light, it seemed to John that the whole world sparkled gold. He was standing in the center of a wide field, the evening wind making the tall stalks of wheat surrounding him dance in the Sun’s dying rays.
» Posted By Dale On 03.26.2014 @ 7:31 pm
He took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was it: what he had been preparing for all these months.He would finally do something that was worthwhile, something that counted. Steeling his resolve, he walked through the doorway.
» Posted By Dale On 01.14.2014 @ 5:21 pm
She perched beside the window, sitting cross-legged on it’s wide, bench-like sill. The corners of her lips were tilted slightly down, her eyes narrowed. Her whole body seemed to lean into the small hardcover book she held in her hands, it’s bright white binding standing out sharply in front of the multi-hued curtains. The afternoon sun shone through the window in a narrow column, catching and holding one of her small hands. Dust motes danced slowly around it. Completely unaware of the world around her, she was strikingly beautiful, but brutally so. You might have thought her inanimate.
» Posted By Dale On 01.11.2014 @ 5:05 pm
In the corner stood a rusted wheelchair, auburn spokes twisted into uselessness. It sat, ironically out of place, in the gutted remains of the old hospital. James’ eyes were drawn to the wreckage, wondering how it ended up here. Left behind when the rest of the building was stripped and abandoned.
» Posted By Dale On 01.08.2014 @ 11:41 pm
I rub my hands together as I step into the freezer, already anticipating the chill. Stocking the freezer is probably on of my least favorite jobs at work, especially in winter. In the summer, it can be relaxing: the cool air welcome as you slip into the monotony of hand over hand, feeding product onto the shelves. In the winter, the chill seeps into your bones.
» Posted By Dale On 01.07.2014 @ 9:57 pm
Everything he was given, was earned.
» Posted By Dale On 01.05.2014 @ 12:48 pm
It was a simple slip of his tongue, a mistake made in a moment that changed every moment after. He saw the blood rush to her face, her cheeks blooming in an emotion he could imagine but not know – anger? Embarrassment? Hurt? Most likely a slurried mess of all three. What’s in a name? Sometimes, everything.
» Posted By Dale On 01.04.2014 @ 9:26 pm
It’s cramped and suffocating, this small dark space. I try very hard to keep calm, to remember to breath. Panicking will get me nowhere. Unfortunately I’ve always had a problem with enclosed spaces – elevators, windowless rooms, you name it,
» Posted By Dale On 12.30.2013 @ 11:43 am
Ombre. Man. Male. A word that describes 50% of the world, and doesn’t describe it at all. It means as much as tall, and as little. It’s a loaded word in any language, but all it does is describe. Plain, dappled, ochre, plump. Rich and meaningless.
» Posted By Dale On 12.14.2013 @ 1:36 am
“I was chosen.” These words were in my head constantly as a child, though I had no real concept of what they meant. “Everyone’s here for a reason,” I would be told. Or, “You’re the kind of kid who’ll do great things.” It seemed like it was something given: the world was going to change because I was in it.
So what happened?
» Posted By Dale On 12.07.2013 @ 6:57 pm
He sat on the back porch and watched the dark clouds and thunder move across the distant horizon. It seemed as if the storms always just missed the valley in which he lived, The wind whistled softly through the sage as he silently sipped his drink, silently gazing across the open country.
» Posted By Dale On 09.17.2013 @ 1:30 am
Wash away those problems, wash away those dreams, scrub away your sins and lather away your problems, simple soap is but the fountain of life.
» Posted By Dale On 05.09.2013 @ 9:46 pm
Being rubbed around the hairy sweating body of homo sapiens each and every day was no easy feat, no easy living to make, being rubbed under armpits, and worse!!!
» Posted By Dale On 05.09.2013 @ 9:14 pm
Put it away.
Save it for future reference
» Posted By Dale On 01.06.2013 @ 8:00 pm
Five is a cool number. It’s Jay’s favorite number. (He has five favorite numbers.) Five makes us happy…
» Posted By Dale On 12.18.2012 @ 8:06 am
Five is a cool number. It allows you to count beyond four. Counting by fives is a great way to get your thinking going when something is on the tip of your tongue. Five makes you feel happy when it’s in the form a money…
» Posted By Dale On 12.18.2012 @ 7:49 am
All my life I’ve been available. Open. Talking to anyone about anything. It helps me to forget how distant I feel. How detached. i crave this small connection, but I can’t seek others out. I don’t know why. So I broadcast my availability. I let them come to me.
» Posted By Dale On 12.12.2012 @ 1:48 am
I didn’t want to mention what I was thinking to Rebecca. It was a painful feeling; her laughing beside me, the rain causing her slothes to stick to her skin. Sometimes, the closeness of our friendship seemed to simply magnify what we – or maybe just I – had lost.
» Posted By Dale On 11.18.2012 @ 2:59 pm
when i roar cash runs and hides
» Posted By Dale On 11.09.2012 @ 11:52 am
i majorly punched cash in the face and tanner
» Posted By Dale On 11.07.2012 @ 11:52 am
when i punched cash in the face and he fell to the ground. :)
» Posted By Dale On 11.05.2012 @ 11:57 am
i threw cash to the ground… when i punched ash in the face he fell to the ground… :)
» Posted By Dale On 11.05.2012 @ 11:52 am
i like to sail across the ocean with my friends but not cash…
» Posted By Dale On 10.24.2012 @ 12:55 pm
cash is fat and had a forth hotdog
» Posted By Dale On 10.22.2012 @ 12:53 pm
cash was raised by monkeys so he doesn’t know how to talk.
» Posted By Dale On 10.18.2012 @ 1:07 pm
i raised my hand in the air. i raised the flag. he raised the gun in the air. he raised in the air. cash wasn’t raised good.
» Posted By Dale On 10.18.2012 @ 1:03 pm
the town is civilized.
» Posted By Dale On 10.16.2012 @ 12:56 pm
I’m in a zone when I can put other things aside. It takes some concentration, but I’m pretty good at ignoring people, things. Zone out, time zone. Just write about what’s important.
» Posted By Dale On 08.16.2012 @ 9:58 am
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the floor of this hell boils and bubbles over relentlessly as if its constant churning will somehow lead to a divine grace saving its occupants from its torments and tortures, but there is no escape.
» Posted By dale On 06.20.2012 @ 12:35 am