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headphones

Happiness

» Posted By Ginger On 01.04.2018 @ 6:58 am

rage

Ringing that’s all I could hear the night my world fell apart. A high-pitched, monotone whine drowning out the cacophony that preceded the fall. The dog barking protectively at my side, the roar of the crowd at Superbowl blaring though the surround sound speakers; it was all gone. Had I hit my head? My eyes stung and the world seemed to move in slow motion as blobs of light and shadow swirled together in my field of vision. I was grateful for the deafness. It shielded me from the profanities and insults that punctuated his aggression.

Hearing and sight no longer reliable, I gingerly reached out to my other senses and smelled the yeasty fermentation of cheap beer, stale cigarettes and burning wood. A metallic taste blanketed my tongue and my face felt cold and wet. I wiped the unknown irritant from my eyes with my shirt and focused on the fireplace, flames now more distinguishable. Moving my hand to the floor and flattening my hands to the carpet beneath me, I caught a whiff of the same cheap beer now clinging to my sleeve. In a push-up-like position, I raised my torso off of the floor and my right arm buckled beneath me shooting pain through my arm like a jolt of electricity. Gasping in pain I shifted the entirety of my weight to the left, providing some relief as I completed the motion. Now seated, I tepidly examined the extent of my injuries and attempted to stand. It wasn’t only my right arm, now unconsciously and protectively cradled in my left, but the whole of the right side of my body: face, shoulder, buttocks, knee,ankle; ached from the fall leaving me off balance and disoriented. I narrowed my eyes and the dark, thick figure of my attacker came into focus.

The flight instinct, like the ringing in my ears evaporated overtaken by the hot waves of anger now surging through my shaking limbs, numbing the pain and restoring my equilibrium. Only its counterpart remained. The imperative to fight now thudded against my chest in time with my rapidly increasing heart rate. Transforming disbelief into certainty; fear into rage.

» Posted By Ginger On 12.28.2016 @ 8:59 am

lint

She stood on the sidewalk unable to believe what just happened. The numbness of shock flowed over her body like a wave. She barely noticed when the rain started, or that people were rushing past to seek shelter – their fight or flight response evidently in tact. They still cared – whether their clothes or their bodies were wet, where they were going, who they saw. But there she stood, unable to feel. She was nothing – she didn’t matter. She was useless – to be casually dismissed and discarded. A human piece of lint – easy to cast aside.

» Posted By Ginger On 09.28.2016 @ 5:55 am

onward

the plane rumbled as it sprang into life, charging down the runway lifting its massive bulk into the air. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and looked out the window and the blanket of foliage below. A green sea carved only by thin, undulating, tangles of red African roads below that continued, she knew, to the see. She barely noticed the tear escaping from her eyes, streaking down her face below her Jackie O black sunglasses. She pulled down on the window shade, blocking out the western setting sun and let her head rest against the back of her chair. “Onward” she thought. “Onward.”

» Posted By Ginger On 09.27.2016 @ 5:47 am

salmon

Pink and fat it sat there in the cold terrarium of the deli counter at giant. Smoked, Norwegian salmon. Her thoughts wandered to thoughts of icy Fjords, mountains, fur lined coats and viking ships. A wilderness and civilization born out of cold and struggle and a culture foreign and ancient. A smile played on her lips. “I’ll take 2 lbs. please”, she asked the butcher.

» Posted By Ginger On 09.19.2016 @ 6:29 am

painter

Blue? Indigo? the painter squinted, the colors blurring in front of his eyes. Looking at the palette of the sunset reflected in the slow, rippling movement of the Seine.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.23.2016 @ 6:17 am

candy

The rich, full strength of the bourbon hit her tongue and the taste of unnaturally sweet, red juice from the jar of Marichino cherries lingered on her lips long enough for him to taste as his mouth met hers. The taste of the Manhattan cocktail they had shared now punctuated the softness of her mouth. The sweetest, most intoxicating candy he could ever imagine.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.15.2016 @ 3:53 pm

collect

She collected things. Things no one wanted. Incomplete decks of cards, buttons, matchbooks, seashells…hmm – she needed more of those. And barbie dolls. Oh she LOVED her barbie dolls. Her collection was pristine. Two hundred and seventy three boxes lined the walls of her apartment with perfect shelves made just for them. All unopened, staring at her through their thin, plastic cellophane windows, providing them a barrier to the world. Keeping them pure. Pure and clean. Which Amber thought she would ever be again.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.12.2016 @ 6:23 am

related

This surprised me how much I could write about!

» Posted By Ginger On 08.30.2015 @ 5:21 pm

I have family in my life that I do not feel related to. I have things in my life that I have related other situations to. I want the relationship of feeling related with my family. I’m not sure if I am still “related” to others that are divorcing in my family. I feel realated to Jason’s parents more in my life right now hand I ever have. That is a relief for me. I feel like I am related to them now. I understand that when your related you have “arguments ” and will say hurtful things. I feel very related to my work. My work is my family too. I feel a good relationship with everyone there and I feel respected and I feel “related” to numerous people there.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.30.2015 @ 5:17 pm

dusk

DUsk, the sweetest time of day. That time between day and night, but not quite twilight. Enchanting things happen at dusk, shadow creatures slip in and out of our vision. Willow-wisp dance around us.

» Posted By Ginger On 04.22.2014 @ 10:36 am

commissioned

all I can think about is how much I hate exams. Sorry “commissioned”.

» Posted By Ginger On 12.16.2013 @ 6:45 pm

baffled

From across the room, I never thought I would see the ring on her left hand. Baffled, I fled the room, unable to suppress the sobs. He had given her my old engagement ring, from a time he apparently had long since forgotten.

» Posted By Ginger On 10.20.2013 @ 7:47 pm

footage

I remember him begging me not to believe what I was about to see. But how could I not? The evidence of his adultery proved through the use of consensual fucking was more than enough to convince me to dump his sorry ass.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.25.2013 @ 2:29 pm

beckoning

I began beckoning within my mind the memories that pertained of him, that reminded me why I was here fighting. They never did come.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.12.2013 @ 6:27 pm

based

My control was slipping. I couldn’t grasp onto anything familiar. Having lost everything I could remember, I had no base to stand upon to operate from.

» Posted By Ginger On 08.06.2013 @ 7:39 pm

delight

Who would have thought that meeting you would be the highlight of my year? The
events were together for, the skeletons that came creeping out, and the memories we created have been the delightful highlight of my freshman year.

» Posted By Ginger On 07.08.2013 @ 8:47 pm

collection

Among the myriad of things I collect, I have found that my friends have been the weirdest and greatest items in my collection of perfect memories.

» Posted By Ginger On 07.07.2013 @ 7:56 am

decompose

Death dirt rot breaking up ground falling apart

» Posted By Ginger On 06.12.2013 @ 6:12 am

wafer

Communion wafers. Church. Liturgy. Strange that these things come to mind since I was raised in a Baptist church. Somewhat different. Always curious about the Catholic faith.

» Posted By Ginger On 05.23.2013 @ 8:07 am

mumbling

He sat there mumbling, unable to say more than a few syllables. He couldn’t say more, they would know. They would all know if he said anything, but would they know if he said nothing at all? Sweat dripped down his face as he paced the room, all 5 men were staring at him anxiously, waiting.

» Posted By Ginger On 04.16.2013 @ 12:19 pm

growing

The urge to do something exciting is growing inside of me, It’s making me crazy, creating ideas that have other adventurous stems. The ideas are getting bigger and bigger, branching out to take more time and more money, but for more monumental.

» Posted By Ginger On 02.08.2013 @ 9:18 pm

measured

A machine created to measure love? What would that look like? It would have two pink seats wired up to a machine, humming and buzzing. There would be a suction cup to place on your heart, that would take out all your love and enter in into the machine. It would fill up tubes, like water or sand, and indicate your love for the person sitting next to you. What an invention that would be

» Posted By Ginger On 11.14.2012 @ 9:34 pm

arts

I wonder, what truly defines what is art? We all have different answers

» Posted By Ginger On 11.13.2012 @ 12:03 pm

somebody

As I walked home this morning, I crossed someone wearing a bright orange coat, under it peeked out a lace black hem. She had her hair tied up on top of her hair, and held herself like a real somebody. Who’s she? Just somebody.

» Posted By Ginger On 11.12.2012 @ 5:41 pm

gone

One day my dog will be gone. I don’t know how I will deal with him missing from my life. He has been my very best friend in all the world. I wonder where dogs go when they die? I hope it is a place where he can run free and feel like a spunky puppy again!

» Posted By Ginger On 10.12.2012 @ 3:58 pm

cathedral

this word is interesting and i have no real idea what to type about because it seems interestingly dumb… uh, i dont know what to type at all.. f my life. hahahhaa, cathedral… with a C! cat-he-dral…

» Posted By ginger On 06.14.2012 @ 3:36 pm

transform

Transformers are the shizzz nit. The movies are visually captivating. But i dont get why megan fox wouldnt play in number 2 she was waay better than the other girl I sawa convertible that looked like a transformer the other day when its top was going back

» Posted By ginger On 05.27.2012 @ 6:04 pm

clue

There are lots of different ideas that people have when they think of the word”clue”. I think about surprises I have had and the clues I needed to figure out what the surprise might be. I Love that part of it!!

» Posted By Ginger On 02.14.2012 @ 2:42 pm

dessert

I love dessert. Just ate some cake and it was delicious. Sarah said it was the soda that was bitter, but I know it was the cranberries they just never seemed to taste rihght. Don’t lvoe cranberires. but i do love desserts. Today has been a very relaxing day and I am glad fo rit. I needed it. Nothering seems to be going wrong today.

» Posted By ginger On 12.27.2011 @ 4:09 pm

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