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Bullets are, arguably, one of the most dangerous things to ever be invented. which is strange to think seeing that they are merely spherical shaped pieces of metal.
» Posted By Les On 04.05.2016 @ 5:07 am
The word is gifted, I think about someone that has a special skill
Someone who is smart. Someone who will use this gift to change the world
A gifted person is very unique. I also think of this word as for someone who values what they have.
» Posted By Les On 11.11.2015 @ 7:38 pm
Today is not going to be that day. I have one hour, ten minutes and five seconds left of this day and that is far to long. If only I were sneakier. Or older. Less conspicuous. I just want to go home.
» Posted By Les On 09.24.2015 @ 12:07 pm
But I didn’t want that. So I just sat there, waiting for something else to happen, hoping a distraction would rouse me from my seat before I had to make up an excuse to get the hell out of there.
Around my sister’s head was a perfect ring of textured gold. I could not compete.
» Posted By Les On 09.02.2015 @ 10:58 am
go back to the way it was.
sometimes it’s okay to look back and realize.
things may not be getting better,
and it may be time
» Posted By Les On 05.18.2014 @ 9:54 am
Well that was uncalled for.
Storm storm storm. I stormed over.
Just because you’re angry doesn’t give you the right…
Measure it correctly, I told him. Calmly.
The sighed, then sighed again, then sighed and sighed.
It was the longest day.
» Posted By Les On 09.19.2013 @ 1:34 pm
She sat in the corner and stared at the wall, never once letting her eyes focus too much on the crowd around her. She wanted to sink into the floor, like so many times before. Just melt, flow under, into a small sticky pool under the floor, then reform and escape through the catacombs inside the walls, run and run and finally step – and breathe, take in the cool night air. And then, finally, go home.
» Posted By Les On 09.11.2013 @ 9:05 am
Smoked turkey. She could smell it coming from the kitchen.
“You made appetizers, Crews?”
He grinned. “Of course! A dinner party wouldn’t be a dinner party without some kind of meat wrapped in bacon.”
She stuck out her tongue at him, but started toward the kitchen, her mouth watering. Why was everything about him so damn tempting?
» Posted By Les On 07.09.2013 @ 12:54 pm
Smoked turkey. She could smell it coming from the kitchen.
“You made appetizers, Crews?”
Me grinned. “Of course! A dinner party wouldn’t be a dinner party without some kind of meat wrapped in bacon.”
She stuck out her tongue, but started toward the kitchen, her mouth watering. Why was everything about him so damn tempting?
» Posted By Les On 07.09.2013 @ 12:53 pm
I am opposed to this thesis — morally, viscerally, and every bloody which way. I am “anti” this thesis. Get it? Ha. Ha. Ha. Now I am patting myself on the back because of how clever I am. Sigh.
» Posted By Les On 06.04.2013 @ 1:10 pm
She cranked the old Neon into second gear and it scraaaatched up onto the concrete.
“What are you waiting for? Go! Go!” She wailed at Jerry, who was just sitting there, still buckled in, as if nothing was happening.
» Posted By Les On 05.29.2013 @ 11:28 am
She hadn’t given it much thought before, but supposed he was right.
“I’ll have to try the next town over, then.”
“So you shall.” He shut the book with a *slap* and handed it back to her. She winced, and placed it gingerly inside her bookbag.
On the road again, it seemed. When would she find a proper home for this novel?
» Posted By Les On 05.23.2013 @ 12:37 pm
She popped her lips and stared into the mirror. Everything was ok except her hollow eyes and pale skin – like she had been in a bunker for the winter and had just re-emerged. Maybe the lips would distract from her deathmask.
» Posted By Les On 04.21.2013 @ 4:37 pm
It was dubious, she thought, thumbing the book and making her way to the back. “Studied in India under Ghandi.” It sounded like it was written by a high schooler. She looked up from under her eyelashes at the gentleman and scoffed audibly.
“I’m sorry, no.”
» Posted By Les On 02.06.2013 @ 12:42 pm
There arose a swell in the sea so magnificent, Trudy was lost under the waves for a good 5 minutes. Surely she had not survived that? But as Ben watched and watched he finally glimpsed the red ribbon, and soon after a cascade of dripping amber tresses that were unmistakably Trudy’s.
» Posted By Les On 01.31.2013 @ 9:09 am
It mattered. Why is it her brain always went to that? She was short, so when she sat in those plush chairs in the hotel lobby, she sank down in and her eye level was right… there. She felt like a wolf in search of a sheep.
» Posted By Les On 01.15.2013 @ 11:41 am
He found he could not speak.
“You understand the charges leveled against you, correct Mr. Hastings?”
Davida plunged through the door just then, breathless.
“Stop talking to him! Ivan, say nothing. His lawyer will be here presently.”
He tried to get a sense of the gravity of his fate from her eyes, but as manic as she seemed, they was giving nothing away just yet.
» Posted By Les On 09.21.2012 @ 12:59 pm
Eion tossed his head back for a second to look at the stars. He sighed, his eyes bright with the glimmer of the millions of heavenly bodies shining in the clear black sky above him, when he heard a rustle. In a flash his AK was steady in his arms, pointing in every direction. He listened, waiting for a cue.
» Posted By Les On 07.19.2012 @ 3:25 pm
She saw time slipping away from her, felt the surge of power leaving her body. She had nothing left to give. The last thing she remembered was the sudden warmth of a strong hand on her back, before her mind melted into nothingness.
» Posted By Les On 07.02.2012 @ 11:51 am
She grabbed her bag off the counter and huffed as she pushed past the concerned onlookers in a daze. There were supposed to be two tickets. TWO tickets, not one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes and she brushed them away in her mind, brushed and fought and thundered her way through the lobby and back out those automatic double doors. Back into the stifling world of LA.
» Posted By Les On 05.11.2012 @ 11:33 am
My entire day at work is occupied by these miniature cards. Forming them, moving them, double-clicking, scrolling – I’m surprised I’ve managed to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome up till now (fingers crossed). It’s wrecking my posture, as well. My tendinitis is on its way back… Ah, solitaire.
» Posted By Les On 11.18.2011 @ 9:33 am
My mother joined the orchestra when I was eight. I remember sitting in the audience, humming the tunes to myself (they would become very familiar to me after weeks of rehearsals), swinging my legs to the music. I watched my mother’s hands move the bow back and forth across the strings of her cello. Her mouth moved along to the beat, keeping time and reminding herself of the notes.
» Posted By Les On 11.15.2011 @ 6:27 am
I think I’m passionate about being a bad writer. I hate everything I produce. Including this. I didn’t even use the word “passionate” right. Bloody hell.
What a shit day.
What a shit life, more like.
» Posted By Les On 11.01.2011 @ 6:45 am
In the hall above the side table hung a portrait of the woman of the house. Her face revealed nothing, but that she was alone.
The man of the house had suffered some sort of mental spell and was currently living in an institution in Connecticut somewhere unknown to the rest of the family.
» Posted By Les On 10.27.2011 @ 8:27 am
She tapped the edge of her champagne glass with a delicate finger, holding it aloft. The waiter was at her side in the blink of an eye. She watched him with a keen eye until the frothy liquid had reached the tippy top of the glass, then finally nodded. “Thank you.”
» Posted By Les On 10.19.2011 @ 12:44 pm
My intellect has dulled since I graduated. I can almost feel it seeping out through my skin, becoming dumber and dumber as the days pass.
The thing that worries me most, I think, is that I don’t care enough to stop drinking. Or to enroll in grad school or something. I don’t mind the loss.
» Posted By Les On 10.18.2011 @ 6:39 am
The battle between my eyelids and sleep rages on and sleep is winning.
» Posted By Les On 10.17.2011 @ 10:59 am
She doesn’t budge.
“I told you, I’m not going.”
A minute ticks by and I can feel her breath on my skin.
I know it’s futile, but I say it anyway.
She just shakes her head, her feet firmly planted on the line in the sand – no closer.
» Posted By Les On 10.16.2011 @ 4:10 pm
It seemed so far away, that time in May when she could pull up her hair and feel the breeze against the back of her neck, so warm and calm and life-giving. She closed her eyes and smiled in remembrance, then opened them again to stare out at the white expanse beyond her living room bay window. There would be no leaving the house today.
» Posted By Les On 10.12.2011 @ 12:57 pm
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My sister was always more successful than I was, whether it was baking, traveling or getting a man – she was there first, and she held on to her wealth. I, on the other hand, found myself always grasping for things and missing. It was an empty feeling sometimes.
» Posted By Les On 10.07.2011 @ 5:58 pm