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swept

He swept me off my feet. I can’t thinik properly, I am overcome by emotion. And I keep smiling, foolishly. Shall I talk to him? I think I’d just be a liability for him. Still, I sense something. Nonsense.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 07.19.2017 @ 3:52 pm

deal

Deal? But I still feel hesitant. I can’t think clearly, I am just anxiously living. The sound of the keyboard is somehow soothing. And there’s no deal; no negotation. Just a result. Fatídico comes from fate, right?

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.01.2016 @ 4:22 pm

freeze

My brain froze. My eyelids feel heavy. Am I missing a hyphen? I focus too much on punctuation…I really can’t write today. But I’d love to read, to see, and drink tea…

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.28.2016 @ 11:41 am

towed

Towed. I have no idea what that means. My language’s rusty, my time is running. But, here I am, trying to unrust? myself. I need to write my way out, improve my rhyming, and grab a dictionary.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.24.2016 @ 9:59 am

barrel

“Pork barrel” my political-scientist(ish) brain uses this term to define you.

You seem to provide all of us with your sex, your alluring and even sometimes kind words… still, no one benefits particularly from these privileges; even more: there is no cooperative, long-term relationship among us. You come as you please; we accept you, ecstatically, everytime.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 01.01.2013 @ 11:00 pm

shows

Shows: a trigger word. He had tried his hardest to keep her away from anything that reminded her about her past life, her broken dream. Just reading that word was enough for her to have another breakdown. And he held her, kept her by his side as she wept uncontrollably.

“Stay here with me; I love you” – he whispered in her ear

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.27.2012 @ 6:31 pm

fire

Nope. Not feeling it. It’s añmost impossible to be inspired (or at least coherent) when you have been mostly sleeping and eating in the last hours. There is no struggle… but I did watch There Will Be Blood. Genius. My time’s up.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.25.2012 @ 10:26 pm

actual

Does it mean current, contemporary? Or is my spanish-as-a-mother-language showing? Well, so that you know, I am olimpically failing at trying to become a human being with decent writing abilities… and spanglish is oficially in the dictionary.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.23.2012 @ 11:38 pm

scatter

Her belongings were scattered across the floor; she rushed to his arms, desperate for comfort. She cried like she had not cried in years, over affairs beyond her maturity level, over her chronic dissatisfaction with life, over her constant loneliness… but also cried for finally having someone to share her pain with.

“I’ve become a cliché” – she thought disgusted – “I’m finally one of those lucky people who need people” – she thought as she grasped him tightly.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.21.2012 @ 11:13 pm

Her belongings are scattered across the floor; she rushed to his arms, desperate for comfort. She cried like she had not cried in years, over affairs beyond her maturity level, over her chronic dissatisfaction with life, over her constant loneliness… but also cried for finally having someone to share her pain with.

“I’ve become a cliché” – she thought disgusted – “I’m finally one of those lucky people who need people” – she thought as she grasped him tightly.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.21.2012 @ 11:10 pm

season

“You knew it couldn’t last past this season” – he said, trying to sound cold but actually letting his voice break. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

“I don’t have to go; I can stay…” – she said as she ran to him and threw her arms around him

“I am not going to be the person who distracts you from becoming who you’ve always craved to be…”

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.20.2012 @ 10:15 pm

five

It took her only five seconds to spot her from distance. Attraction is particularly high not only for the object of affection but also for the center of her hatred. She had always envied her casualness, her effortless perfection. She could perfectly pull off a t-shirt and jeans. She hated her for that.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.17.2012 @ 1:58 pm

due

“Due to a clear lack of motiviation, your application has been declined”

She smiled as she read his note. She loved his unnecessary formal register.

He had just refused to go for some coffee. Minutes later, he asked her to go for some ice-cream instead.

“How long will we keep playing this game: pretending not to be interested in each other?” – she though as she tried her hardest to look effortlessly casual.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.16.2012 @ 8:34 pm

determined

Determined. She was not sure what it meant: the fact that her mind was made up; she need to back off, tu run away from him. Or was it that meeting him was actually the Gods’ design?

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.12.2012 @ 9:57 pm

presented

I don’t even care about today’s word: I just came to complain, and as the opportunity presented itself, here it is: my song has been cut two verses. TWO FREAKING VERSES! I hate everyone, basically… #actressproblems

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.10.2012 @ 10:46 pm

broadcast

I actually split the word in my head and read it as “Broadway cast”… My obsession (and lack of inspiration) is showing.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.08.2012 @ 10:58 pm

July

“Do you remember those late talks that started around july? I was always surprised by the fact that our insomnia was equally severe. It’s good to finally know where it comes from; I somehow feel closer to you…”

“Bonding through night terrors. You are seriously the worst.”

“Well, in my defense, sharing is caring.”

“What?! Your cliché makes no sense.”

“I know…”

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.07.2012 @ 10:39 pm

simple

This character construction ought to be simple. However, portraying a reckless sixteen-year-old, who risks her life as a consequence of falling madly in love, is particularly difficult when you have never been and never will be there.

Who needs actual reality when you can just model it? It might not be endless love, but merely a crush.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.05.2012 @ 10:19 pm

higher

My expectations grow higher… is that even an expression? Whatever. It’s too real for me. I seem to be lost in my mind, in my dreams. Wondering… and I’m still afraid of becoming who I really long to be.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.04.2012 @ 10:01 pm

cook

Oddly enough she does not spoil her first attempt at cooking; he even enjoys his meal (or at least he pretends to). As he is eating dessert, she remembers what an acting teacher once told her: “well, falling madly in love is great for you as an actress, not so much as a person”. “Damn” – she thinks- “I might be in trouble”.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 12.01.2012 @ 8:09 pm

under

Under no circumstances she would be willing to accept his offer. It would only mean her complete surrender to such life: the one she had been leading but refused to keep on living.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.27.2012 @ 10:15 pm

local

A local coffeeshop became their meeting place. She loved to ask him to take a wild guess and order for her.
“If you are actually interested in me, you’ll know my coffe order” – she said, flirting with both her eyes and voice.
He rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his amusement.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.26.2012 @ 8:35 pm

late

“I’m late, is that what you are saying?” she asks, trying to stop her voice from breaking. Her hands start to shake, spilling the coffee she is holding. “I guess this is goodbye, then”…

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.22.2012 @ 10:14 pm

hall

She waits in the hall, alone. She does not even know where to go, nor whom she should call. She has never belonged; she will have to face this, alone.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.21.2012 @ 7:41 pm

satisfy

She could no longer satisfy his expectations. Their relationship had become nothing but calvary. They were the broken protrait of perfection. Being so similar, in the end, was what would keep them apart.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.19.2012 @ 10:28 pm

institutions

As a political scientist, I use this word every chance I get. Am I boring you already? Probably. What I’m certain of is that I’ve already instutitionalized my poor writing. Better luck next time, slow fingers.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.16.2012 @ 7:40 pm

somebody

Bobby’s journey during Being Alive: from someone to somebody: from mocking intimacy to begging for it. Loneliness kicks in, as well as the desire for affection. Who does not want to be loved?

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.12.2012 @ 10:59 pm

draw

I draw in an attempt to somehow comunicate with others, or at least to reach clarity of thought. The characters in my head appear first on white paper; their clothes, their facial expressions start to give away their complex and fragile personalities.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.11.2012 @ 9:42 pm

spent

I spent the last hours sleeping in a lame attempt of forgetting what I went through: the realisation I am not astonishing… and my throat is butchered. It’s difficult to have when all you can think about is “this is going to murder my vocal chords”. This has been the story of my life afterall. Any resemblance to Ivy Lynn is merely coincidental.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.10.2012 @ 8:24 pm

roar

I could practically hear myself roar after I saw him from the distance… well, at least I did mentally. He was a portrait of perfection in blue.

» Posted By Edna Paulet On 11.09.2012 @ 3:24 pm

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