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Half way there. Too cute by half. Half caf, decaf. Half pint.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.21.2012 @ 11:29 am


short fuses step softly. often attached to unstable explosives. you never know when they will blow, only that you will be in the way, try to be small and not get noticed, hide away from the short short fuses.

» Posted By Disorderly On 07.23.2012 @ 6:13 pm


The savage moods swing back and forth. I sit and stare at walls while inside a storm tears apart my soul, eating at my heart, disabling my brain.

» Posted By Disorderly On 01.09.2012 @ 11:16 am


Celebrate the pain, the loss. Enjoy knowing it will all be gone.

» Posted By Disorderly On 09.19.2011 @ 11:39 am


Offer to stay, offer to ignore the need for surgery. What is it about me that would compel me to offer to reschedule an important surgery? I am terrified.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.30.2011 @ 5:32 pm


Beneath the umbrella I look out at a different world. I am dry, warm. The world outside so dark and wet. Reaching out an arm I feel the freezing drops on my hand.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.24.2011 @ 7:42 pm


I’ve the sinking feeling we’ve grown apart. When did you grow up, become a woman? Last I remember you were that 3 year old in a tub of bubbles making hairdos with the soap and singing “Baby Baluga”. And now? Oh god.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.23.2011 @ 7:32 am


Every thought is poison. You’re not good enough. You will fail at this. Everyone thinks you’re weak now. Poison that eats at my muscles and weakens me further whether they are true or not.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.21.2011 @ 4:27 pm


“You will be missed” they said, three days ago. Now they crowd around the bar and tell the same old stories. You are not a part of the tales now anymore than you were while you lived here. So many years wasted trying to measure up to a measurement that never mattered.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.19.2011 @ 5:40 pm


As i chewed the small piece of steak I noticed it tasted really good. All the adults were watching me intently. After a minute my mom asked, “Do you like it?” I nodded. They hooted laughter and yelled “It’s DEER NECK!”

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.18.2011 @ 5:29 pm


Succeed – success – a constant tapping in my brain. Don’t fail, prove that you’re good enough. Squeezing my throat like a murderous foe

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.17.2011 @ 11:44 am


Each day a repeat of the last. Slogging through, not wanting to live, but taking another breath anyway. Existing for the comfort of others. My life a repeat of my mothers.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.16.2011 @ 12:40 pm


The thread of the thought was silver and thin, floating away like a spiderweb on the breeze. Every time I reached for it, touched it with my fingertips, there was another gust of breath and it was gone.

» Posted By Disorderly On 08.15.2011 @ 11:55 am


The crack of the thunder broke through the hum of the pouring rain. Lightning silently crossed the sky a moment later, illuminating the night.

» Posted By Disorderly On 07.25.2011 @ 4:43 pm


The body hurled violently from side to side. The eyes were cold and dead. Hair swirled through the air like a flag, arms waving alongside the strands.

» Posted By Disorderly On 07.20.2011 @ 11:56 am


Her hair was woven into braids and artfully draped around her head in curves.

» Posted By Disorderly On 03.24.2011 @ 11:29 am


She wanted the lovely curving lines. The gentle flowing coil below her breast that fell to her navel and lower. The arc of the back of the thigh, down the calf, around heel, tickling her toes.

» Posted By Disorderly On 03.18.2011 @ 11:58 am


I wondered what I was going to write.

» Posted By Disorderly On 03.09.2011 @ 12:36 pm


Hiding beneath the overhanging branches of the buch, bees humming all around me. I watched my uncle and his friend from my hidden spot for what seemed like hours. I had to stay there long after they had gone so no one would see me crawl out.

» Posted By Disorderly On 03.08.2011 @ 9:56 pm


Basically I’ve got nothin’.

» Posted By Disorderly On 03.01.2011 @ 10:34 pm


He stepped up to the barbers chair, eye level with the high back. The barber placed a cushion for the boy to sit on and smiled as he looked away at the look on his face.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.24.2011 @ 11:54 am


Bench press. Bench (judge). Park bench.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.23.2011 @ 8:00 pm


I hate mangos. I abhor mangos. Mangos are nauseating. Disgusting, fleshy, nasty, horrible, awful things.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.22.2011 @ 4:31 pm


Writing is an outlet for so many emotions, recall of events, creativity buildup, and even just plain old boredom.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.21.2011 @ 8:02 pm


Cards are the clacking and rustle of a dealt deck. The bittersweet noise indicating mom’s home, grampa’s playing solitaire, uncle’s ready for a game of Rummy.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.19.2011 @ 12:21 pm


I have needles for sewing, needles for beading, needles for medicating. Within each category there are different needles. Long needles with giant eyes for easy threading, short, thick needles with strength.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.11.2011 @ 12:02 pm


Revolt…revolting. I’m about to post some flash fiction that people may find revolting. I’m afraid of the backlash. Guess I am revolting against it :)

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.10.2011 @ 2:49 pm


He was the coward of the county. That song, and that movie, or TV movie, was so influential on me growing up. A song about a man who is a coward, or considered to be one, until his fiancee is raped by a group of men. He then teaches them a lesson and beats back his own passivity.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.09.2011 @ 12:11 pm


Fragrance is closely associated with memory. For my wedding I chose a special perfume for myself and cologne for my husband. For my family’s first trip to Disneyworld I bought special handmade soaps in a common scent for each of us to use.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.08.2011 @ 12:57 pm


Pills almost rule my life. Pills to keep me from being too happy, pills to keep me from being too sad, pills to stop the pain, pills to stop the nausea that the pills that stop the pain cause, pills to help me sleep, pills to give me energy. It’s unending.

» Posted By Disorderly On 02.06.2011 @ 5:49 pm

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