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Beforehand, there’s a wrist.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 12.25.2013 @ 4:59 pm
He never really wanted to be a writer, so he used adverbs as much as possible. They defended him from being noticed or read by anyone.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 11.20.2013 @ 11:10 pm
I am a disciple of alcohol tonight. I will learn from it, respect it, and put it on a pedestal. Then I will realize its secrets. It will tumble from the pedestal like me from my bar stool at 1 a.m.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 11.18.2013 @ 3:27 am
I kneed to learn how to spell
» Posted By Dtnixon On 11.13.2013 @ 5:51 pm
I’m 24 and I cannot reconcile the fact that for me to have a comfortable life, someone else must suffer.
The bigger pictures is that oil must continue to flow for the greater good, while groups of people have their ways of life destroyed as a direct result of it.
Debates on the subject often result in the statement “well oil is used for so many things, we can’t just give it up.” That’s a very similar argument to what an alcoholic would say about his/her alcohol.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 11.10.2013 @ 9:55 pm
I found anonymity in denim.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 11.09.2013 @ 2:40 pm
When life gives you lemons, take those lemons and stop using this cliche because I’m tired of it being beaten to death.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 11.02.2013 @ 1:57 pm
The brisk fall air welcomed me as I limped out of the car.
I stopped to look. The sun was setting over the nearby mountains. It was the first sun we’d had in a few days of rain.
There’s something reflective about those brief moments. That sliver of sunlight fills you with a hope you didn’t realize you were missing.
I smiled and picked up my crutches.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 10.28.2013 @ 5:34 pm
My life is overcooked.
I left my hopes in the oven too long.
I spent too much time boiling the pleasures in my life.
I couldn’t find the sweet spot. The spot that cooked them perfectly. I always chose too much.
Too much. Until it was overcooked.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 10.25.2013 @ 6:26 pm
The two girls giggled.
“Her braid is so ugly,” said one.
“I know. Who did it, her mom?”
They said it just loudly enough so Tammy would hear.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 10.19.2013 @ 1:43 pm
She ran her hands through his scalp in the morning haze, in between snooze alarms.
And sat up.
But she was gone
» Posted By Dtnixon On 10.16.2013 @ 8:10 pm
One time I took a stamp.
I looked at it.
I put it down.
I don’t really need stamps anymore, it’s 2013.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 10.14.2013 @ 6:14 pm
«« Back To Stats Page
I stamped my name on the page. I was satisfied. It was good. It was worthwhile.
I’d created something from scratch. I can’t explain the feeling that came from seeing it come full circle. The act of stamping my name to the paper was surreal. I hope for everyone to experience it at some point in their lives.
I stamped my name and sat back, reflecting on it. I’d made something good. I’d made something worthwhile.
» Posted By Dtnixon On 10.14.2013 @ 3:12 pm