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She said it wasn’t a weave, but he wasn’t so sure. The only way he’d ever find out is by asking her hairdresser directly.

» Posted By Marian writes On 03.02.2012 @ 7:59 pm


Better keep shuffling ’til you get a good hand. Metaphorically speaking.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.18.2011 @ 5:39 pm


With only one donut left in the box, she knew what she had to do. She grabbed the nearest knife, and got to work slicing, until that one powdered donut was cut into 8 individual pieces, one for everyone on the boat.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.15.2011 @ 7:51 pm


“Look, you need to decide which is gonna make you the bigger dork, band or orchestra. Band: You gotta march around on the football field. Orchestra: You gotta carry around a violin case. These are confusing times, bro.”

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.15.2011 @ 5:10 am


What if you looked up and one of those icicles just happened to break off at the very same time? That icicle would be the last thing you saw, that’s for sure. At least out of the eye right below the icicle.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.12.2011 @ 7:11 pm


It was a new approach for him, for sure — always looking on the bright side. So when that wasp stung him, it was the wasp fulfilling its destiny. Or the new doctor getting his first wasp-sting-allergy patient. One of those.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.10.2011 @ 6:57 pm


When he said he would only wear animal prints, that’s when I almost lost it. NO ONE is too good for stripes or plaid. No one.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.09.2011 @ 7:00 pm


It was hard not to be somewhat offended — “that’s a stripper name” is not exactly a compliment. But on the other hand, would he have said that if he found her completely unattractive? Probably not, she thought.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.07.2011 @ 7:13 pm


“I don’t mean to overreact, but godammit, you have 8 cats living here and only one person, so that creates what I would have to describe as an unholy and terrible 8:1 cat to human ratio.”

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.06.2011 @ 5:58 pm


Every morning she takes out her broom, it’s the one with the blue handle and the duct tape wrapped around the top, and the shuffles up to the sidewalk, where she sweeps. She is not deterred by the weather, or by anything, it seems. She never tires of this, or if she does, it doesn’t show.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.05.2011 @ 12:03 pm


The water on the streets was beginning to pool in more places than usual, and Ted thought back to the 6 o’clock news he once saw about how to escape your car in case of a flood.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.04.2011 @ 7:42 pm


She stared at her locker. She touched it. So cold. She tried to relax and let her mind go blank. What. Were. Those. Numbers. It was going to be a very long year.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.03.2011 @ 2:15 pm


In the fog of all that smoke, it sounded like the most profound thing he’d ever heard.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.02.2011 @ 7:41 pm


Like a gunshot heard across the plains.

» Posted By Marian writes On 11.01.2011 @ 7:14 pm


He knew he would have to be the most passionate, the most attuned, the most devoted, and the most intensely attentive — superlatively at the top of his game. Because it was a game.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.31.2011 @ 4:41 pm


She knew she loved her husband. She told him every day how much. But sometimes she wondered if she would have been better off alone, like her own mother had been.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.30.2011 @ 5:42 pm


Sacrificial coffee is what he called it, as he poured the entire pot down the drain. He said it was for some holy purpose, I say it was a huge waste. But maybe he’d been pulling my leg.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.29.2011 @ 5:22 pm


“Ya, I know my jokes aren’t, like, laugh riots or whatnot, but c’mon,” she said, twirling her hair around her finger. “Those mu-fuhs totally could have, like, fake laughed or something. I am royal pissed now.”

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.28.2011 @ 12:32 pm


It was exactly 3:30 a.m. Bundled up in his parka and hat, he stepped outside. The night sky was a deep orange color, though a few stars managed to peek through the haze. The air was thick and cold. He could hear a rustle in the hedge; maybe it was a squirrel. He hoped they were nocturnal. Otherwise everything was still.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.27.2011 @ 6:42 pm


Although he did not approve of graffiti — everything about it made him nearly physically ill, in fact — he could not help but admire the artistry of a particular bit of it that adorned the wall of the building where he went for his weekly massage.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.26.2011 @ 6:19 pm


He had promised his wife that he would do something to serve the community. It was no coincidence the name and number for the Good Shepherd soup kitchen was on the table. He made a mental note to call them later. He immediately began to think about soup. He wondered if the soup kitchen really did serve soup to those poor, unfortunate people, or if that was just a figure of speech, or maybe they did serve soup, but just as the first course. He added to his mental note to ask when he called.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.25.2011 @ 3:57 pm


I made sure that the machine was fully automatic — press the flavor button and then the size button, and 45 seconds later, your slushie is ready. Currently the Slush Fun(d) cranks out small, medium, and large product, in flavors red, orange, and blue. Plans for 2012 include green and the possible addition of extra-large. The future is bright.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.24.2011 @ 9:55 pm


It felt like an awakening, having her head completely shaved. Gone the burden of hair care — the brushing, washing, oiling, taming. Gone the burden of beauty. The wind picked up and danced across her scalp, and a chill went down her spine.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.23.2011 @ 5:28 pm


I am working on my comfort food menu: Mac and cheese, chocolate ice cream, hot cocoa to wash it down (but maybe that’s overkill with the chocolate ice cream).

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.22.2011 @ 6:24 pm


“It’s all about reducing the amount of free radicals in the body,” He explained, and rather loudly, as to be heard over the steady grind of the juicer, which was pulverizing its way through 4 cucumbers, 3 carrots, a head of broccoli and a bunch of kale.

She watched, her eyes widening, as a steady stream of thick, green liquid shot out the spout and into a glass.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.21.2011 @ 5:25 pm


Trying to find a way to relate to her. Maybe I should change my hair style. Or color. Or catch up on the Japanese comic books the kids read, where the words go up and down. Or tuck into a box of Ring Dings — she lives for Ring Dings.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.20.2011 @ 6:46 pm


“If we don’t hit the White Castle on the way home, I am gonna barf,” he said, his voice rising with each word.

Joey gripped the steering wheel and let out a long, dramatic breath. “Please explain to me how White Castle could serve as some kind of anti-emetic.”

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.19.2011 @ 7:03 pm


It was a relationship based on mutual trust and mutual need — he had the bike, she had the three dollars, he had the gravitas of being 11 years old (and she was merely 9), she had the three whole dollars, they both needed candy, and needed it bad, so he went to the store while she waited at the house.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.18.2011 @ 2:09 pm


The methodical daily washing and drying of his car set off all kinds of red flags to everyone on the block.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.17.2011 @ 6:31 pm


He knew not to call it spiritual warfare, although that’s what it was. Some were interested in winning hearts and minds, but what he wanted was souls.

» Posted By Marian writes On 10.16.2011 @ 5:03 pm

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