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My salmon word for today is: Pink!
» Posted By Marty On 09.18.2016 @ 10:22 pm
A 1999 Chevy Cav’s been in my carport for two years.
» Posted By Marty On 09.18.2016 @ 12:50 pm
When I was que ith my boyfriend I was looking the cloudless and I we looking the cloudless.
» Posted By Marty On 06.16.2014 @ 10:33 am
Stories are the elixir of life. There is nothing like a good story to warm the bones and wake up the heart. After all aren’t we all just stories intersecting into each others own little worlds trying not to muddle or mess up the ink that makes up our lives.
» Posted By Marty On 05.07.2013 @ 9:46 am
Destined he was. He had to be sure. Only they knew what it was anyway. Or…did they? Well it didn’t matter because even that was destined.
» Posted By Marty On 03.26.2013 @ 3:40 pm
The thing that will satisfy me mosy is a bigplate of spaghetti with lotsof meatballs and cheese, Wont talk about what else will satisfy me since this a private mattter. I am satisfied when I make a small child smile. A sunset is very saifying too. A laugh from a loved one is one of the best things of all. How to satisfy others? I wish I knew. Not so lucky at that . Although I do have one friend who laughs ay my jokes. I like that. A clean housr is satisfying. So is having all the bills paid. Love finishing a painting and finding that I actually like it. I would be especially satified to find that I am done doing this!
» Posted By Marty On 11.19.2012 @ 8:26 pm
His face wasn’t beautiful, not in the symmetrical sense anyway. His nose was a little too long and his eyes too wide set to be traditionally beautiful. She noticed, though, the interesting way the way his lips curled at the corners when he smiled, or how he twitched his nose when he laughed. In happiness, his was an interesting face.
» Posted By Marty On 11.03.2012 @ 3:15 pm
The child slid cautiously down the first step, fatty little feet reaching timidly through the air. She gingerly placed it, and when she had the courage, put her full weight on it. This wasn’t so hard, her tiny body reasoned, and she decended the next with greater speed. So confident was she by the third that she barely paid attention to where she put her toes; and with a great cry, they betrayed her.
» Posted By Marty On 11.01.2012 @ 8:14 pm
they are awesomeeee..I like the white kind…they keep stuff out of my yard, like dogs..and don’t forget, people! wax on, wax off
» Posted By marty On 01.22.2012 @ 8:44 pm
Down into the darkness, all sides in against her skin, compressing the air, forcing out light and thought and life. All she can do was panic, the blood spraying through her veins, pumping n constriction to the world she found herself in. Soon she would perish, in a ball, in terror.
» Posted By Marty On 09.25.2011 @ 7:23 pm
Oh i was dancing around on division avenue when I looked up and saw a giant phallic, statue of Patrick Banks. He was all standy-straighty and acted as though his thoughts were a huuuuge issue.
» Posted By Marty On 09.04.2011 @ 2:17 pm
thing used to repair yourself from rain, sometimes from the sun, it’s a stick with some metal structure and a piece of cloth that covers it and doesn’t let the rain soak through.
» Posted By marty On 08.25.2011 @ 2:43 am
Simon tugged curiously at the elastic waistband on his pants. It was comfortable enough, but, really, he had an image to uphold. A man couldn’t just walk out into public with sweats on; no respectable man, at any rate, and his ego just couldn’t allow it. He thinned his lips thoughtfully and turned to look at the full body mirror again. This time he was in a suit. Form fitting and a dull charcoal, it looked… nice. The white shirt was a little boring. A moment later and it had changed into a more interesting shade of maroon.
» Posted By MARTY On 08.10.2011 @ 9:27 pm
Ribs and joints protruded from the bloodied corpse lying on the ground. The man was thin enough to be considered a skeleton, even now.
» Posted By MARTY On 07.23.2011 @ 3:57 pm
Gwen thumbed the silky fabric of the shirt, admiring its texture and pleasingly violet colouring. She didn’t wear purple much. They always brought her darker, duller pant suits, t-shirts, and jeans. It was disappointing, to say the least, but if she was going to rebel over something, she would rather it be something substantial. Her favourite pink polka-dotted dress shirt hidden away in the back was just enough to tide her over for now.
» Posted By MARTY On 07.21.2011 @ 3:51 pm
Maura pressed Gwen to the wall, mouth at her neck and sucking hard– marking. Gwen merely huffed a breath and dragged her closer. Violence. What an odd thing to get off on.
» Posted By MARTY On 07.20.2011 @ 3:02 pm
“Ohh,” Simon cooed softly, all pride and condescension mixed into one. Pity might have been included in there somewhere, too, but its effects where entirely masked by the overwhelming amount of glee tingeing his words.
» Posted By MARTY On 06.19.2011 @ 8:50 pm
“Come on,” Oliver murmured, hand outstretched to where Jackson sat crumpled on the ground.
» Posted By MARTY On 06.11.2011 @ 5:06 am
Dr. Nott’s fingers are cool where they’re gripping your arm. Voice heavy with exhaustion, as it always is, he explains how to tie off sutures for the umpteenth time. You both know this wasn’t an accident, though, and this certainly won’t be the last time you seek him out.
» Posted By MARTY On 06.09.2011 @ 7:39 pm
Jackson pulled his arm back with a jerk, cradling it to his chest. A droplet of blood slid down from the point of injection. They drugged him. It was the shock more than the knowledge he wouldn’t remember this in the morning that left him gaping.
» Posted By MARTY On 06.07.2011 @ 7:28 pm
I think of the South, rusty cars and a commode with brightly colored flowers planted in the seat. Old swings and even a washing machine sitting out front. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
» Posted By Marty On 04.27.2011 @ 9:42 am
Yellow grass grew from patches of filthy puddles all over a flat, barren ground. Broken toys littered the area around the trailer, and a foul stench seemed to emit from deep within its abandoned carcass. The front step was nearly rotted off, and all the windows stood out from the silver paneling like missing teeth in a sloppy smile.
» Posted By Marty On 04.26.2011 @ 10:00 pm
i am often puzzled with peoples perceptions
is it truth or just deceptions?
i am often puzzled about the women in my life
are they here to love or cause me strife?
i am often puzzled just for fun
my time’s now up so the puzzling is done
» Posted By marty On 04.24.2011 @ 7:36 pm
She squeezed the soft foam between her toes and fingers, delighting in the childish sensation, the rush of memories of opening new toys on Christmas morning. She loved the smell, plastic and new, which brought rushing back memories of all good things being wrapped in this wonderful modern invention.
» Posted By Marty On 04.22.2011 @ 9:54 pm
I took in the delightful smell of fine French bread as I entered the charming cafe. Everything seemed to be built in miniature, all nestled together, chairs and tables nearly on top of the serving counter. It felt intimate and private at the same time.
» Posted By Marty On 04.21.2011 @ 3:35 pm
She lifted the strange instrument to eye level. It looked like some medieval torture device, all cruelly curved and gleaming in the light. What an evil gadget it was!
“It’s an eye lash curler,” her friend answered with a snort of disbelief.
» Posted By Marty On 04.20.2011 @ 9:50 pm
Stiff. Mechanic man. Slathered in silver from his nose to his toes. He stared out from under his metal brow and we all felt a collective shiver go through us. How could something not living be so sinister? How could the bolts they called his teeth shine in such a villainous way?
» Posted By Marty On 04.19.2011 @ 9:43 pm
Sound bounced around the theater, shaking everyone in their seats and throwing joy up into the rafters. What life was in these notes! What heaven it was to hear their triumph from the very back seats that cost only a dime. This music was even for the poor; its beauty made even them richer.
» Posted By Marty On 04.18.2011 @ 8:54 pm
He gulped down the hot, searing drink, wishing he could blame the tears in his eyes on this godforsaken booze. He wished he could blame anything but the person sitting in his chair, wearing his coat and staring at him in the mirror. Most of all, he wished this booze did was it was supposed to; make him forget.
» Posted By Marty On 04.17.2011 @ 8:04 pm
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Soft, slinky fur slid across her shoulder as she snaked her way through the night club, neon lights playing across the beautiful line of her low cut dress and exquisite jewels. Every eye couldn’t stop taking her in, drinking in her loveliness, her beauty, her wealth….
» Posted By Marty On 04.16.2011 @ 8:26 pm