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Texture. Textiles. Bathroom floor tiles. Textures in a rubbly manner, as if visiting the bathroom is like visiting the pebbled beach. Tred carefully on the textured floor tiles.

» Posted By Kate312 On 09.01.2012 @ 5:45 pm


Dehydrated ice cream, that’s space food. Don’t let them make you think it’s anything exciting. Go for the real ice cream from the little shop down the street. I mean, maybe not everything is quite as neat as it seems.

» Posted By Kate312 On 08.31.2012 @ 12:42 pm


The tin can lingered atop the dusty medicine cabinet shelf. I reached for it, and I felt the grimy sticky residue under my fingerpads. Inside, they thought, were bandages. Simple bandages in an old tin bandage time. Oh, they were wrong.

» Posted By Kate312 On 07.12.2012 @ 7:35 pm


Crust will make your hair curly, or so my grandmother said. Cut the crusts of my sandwich, I always requested. But the crusts are what make your hair curly! She spoke slyly, trying to convince little old me to eat those nasty crusts. I don’t care, I’d say, because I never wanted curly hair, just a de-crusted sandwich.

» Posted By Kate312 On 06.28.2012 @ 6:23 pm


The beer distributor truck pulled into the parking lot. My buddy and I watched it mosey along across the parking spaces. Harmless, it would seem. Not going fast enough to startle anybody really, except for the chipmunk that chose to scurry across the parking lot at that time, right in front of those giant, slowly rolling tires.

» Posted By Kate312 On 06.26.2012 @ 7:15 pm


First base! The crowd roared, waving their orange and off-orange pendants. “The Basball Players have reached first base! A first in the history of the Baseball Players!” An odd team name, yes, but not quite as odd as their mascot, the tent worm.

» Posted By Kate312 On 05.18.2012 @ 3:57 pm


The cat ate the entire batch of cornish hens, which was the dinner party’s entree. He was found later, vomiting in the hallway. And so the party began, no cornish hen for dinner, but there was cat puke in the hallway.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.22.2012 @ 2:42 pm


On the sand, white like the polar bear’s coat. She scooped it, and closed her eyes as the sand fell gently between the spaces of her fingers. Her eyes opened to examine the beauty. A ruby, more brilliant than anything. Her hand slid the ruby into her pocket, allowing some sand to fall in as well.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.06.2012 @ 4:34 pm


away flotsam away away into the sun away into the horizon drifting away away away…away like a feather. away like a leaf.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.26.2012 @ 3:14 pm


The residue of the old scotch tape lingered on my Great Aunt’s chest of drawers. She died in her house, and this is what I got. Crappy. Old. Furniture. Now, I didn’t really know her– other than the delicious peanut butter cookies she made for Christmas. Christmases before my tenth birthday of course, when our family all still got together for those holidays and stuff.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.23.2012 @ 3:29 pm


At the end of the bed, the black trunk with its brass knobs sat patiently. So empty were its insides, longing to be filled. So still it had been all these years, longing for an adventure. The trunk remembered crossing the Pacific, full of ratty sweaters and moth-eaten wool. Oh, to be full and travel again!

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.22.2012 @ 4:56 pm


In the night, on the boat, blowing in the gusts. They shielded the flame with their bodies, but the wind wound about them, and the wind won as wind often does.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.18.2012 @ 11:23 am


The walls of belief fell upon the seats beneath, but underneath the wall of belief and the seats beneath were small pieces of cheese. But the cheese, paired best with some tea, was one belief that had befallen upon those seats.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.12.2012 @ 11:45 am


The eggs and toast and tea were arranged delicately upon the white lace table cloth. She was returning to her seat with a bowl of brightly colored fruit– pink watermelon, pale yellow pineapple, and vibrant orange cantaloupe. She was to graduate that day.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.08.2012 @ 5:43 pm


Two pieces of bread. One jar of jam. One jar of peanut butter. Drop from a roof. Catch in a tub. Throw into the sky. This is not a how-to demonstration of the making of a sandwich.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.07.2012 @ 11:13 am


To and fro. The candy cane striped metal frame held the swaying swing. It swung, to and fro. Weeds wound up those candy cane poles and latched onto the poor swaying swing. To and fro, it swung on, pulling the weeds along with it.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.06.2012 @ 6:29 pm


At the bottom of the cliff, the town waited. Miles away, a storm brewed, roaring closer. The townspeople shut their doors and covered their heads with their blankets– the ultimate protection.

» Posted By Kate312 On 03.04.2012 @ 11:29 am


Blast! The rocket went. Hop! The hopscotch shouted. Toss! The baseball pleaded. Sing! The music sheet sung. Eat! The sandwich smiled. Live! Life insisted.

» Posted By Kate312 On 02.24.2012 @ 10:07 pm


Loss. Loss. I would say I was at a loss for words. But it was not the words for which I lost, but my sense of being. My being, like my words, was me. But my words only represent me. Okay, this is doesn’t even make sense and I’m trying too hard. I had a bad last few hours. Moping over.

» Posted By Kate312 On 02.23.2012 @ 4:33 pm


Flirt. First lose iguanas really tight. Confession: I don’t flirt because I’m terrible when it comes to that. Well, maybe I attempt to flirt, but fail. And it’s embarrassing. Uninteresting.

» Posted By Kate312 On 02.15.2012 @ 12:57 pm


Epic music is actually what I am listening to now. Chronicles of Narnia, of course. I was listening to Lord of the Rings, but it was a little too intense for my writing purposes. This is terribly unexciting. But I need to keep writing. Because this is epically bad, especially since I apparently begin each sentence with a conjunction, junction.

» Posted By Kate312 On 02.02.2012 @ 5:48 pm


It was a hula hoop abandoned on the hot asphalt. There was a small tear in its side, and the beads inside of the hoop that made the once intoxicating sounds were spilling from the tear and rolling across that hot asphalt. Another casualty in the War of the Playground Equipment.

» Posted By Kate312 On 01.28.2012 @ 4:44 pm


It was a runaway grocery cart in the mini-mall parking lot. Cars and trucks and little bugs were slamming on the brakes and shaking their fist in anger. The poor man who lost control of the cart vanished. Where did he go? the onlookers wondered. Without him, the cart continued to swivel through the cluttered lot with no driver.

» Posted By Kate312 On 01.20.2012 @ 5:07 pm


Puzzling moment of the day: A resident at the nursing home up the road had to wait one hour for a cup of coffee. She said it was just like a Nazi concentration camp. Because waiting an entire hour for coffee is as terrible, if not more terrible, than genocide. What?

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.24.2011 @ 8:14 pm


Iron, a beautiful mess.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.23.2011 @ 8:53 pm


I poured the can of alphabet soup into the bowl, but the letters were not ABC. No. They noodles were shaped “,!. I rechecked the label, it read: Punctuation Mark soup. If only it were real….

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.21.2011 @ 1:49 pm


It was hidden within the skins of the Beanie Babies, the last place anyone thought to look. When the households least expected it, the Beanie Babies attacked! And the robots within then achieve power over all cheery cheesecakes across the continental U.S.A.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.19.2011 @ 7:43 pm


Listening to acoustic music calms my racing mind, gives me a steady rhythm. It is my secret weapon for conquering this English Portfolio.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.18.2011 @ 11:44 pm


Too much whiskey, and you’ll be signing “Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. And the dream that you dare to why oh why can’t I? One day I wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me.” This is what happens when I listen to that song and try to write.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.17.2011 @ 11:45 am


This polar bear rug is luxurious. Its glorious chops bear yellow teeth. Without such a lovely polar bear skin rug, this room would be rather bare, for this rug is more luxurious than diamonds.

» Posted By Kate312 On 04.16.2011 @ 10:56 pm

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